But he touched her, cupped her bare breasts in his hands, kneaded them, taunted her nipples with short, dabbing strokes. She felt her flesh swell into his. Her hands clenched tightly at the nape of his neck; she began to breathe less evenly.
“Jared.”
“It’s okay, babe. I’m just touching. Feel good?”
Her head fell back, her eyes closed. “Mmmm.”
Backing up a step, he lowered himself to his chair and drew her between his open legs. Before she had sufficient time to prepare for it, he brought her breast to his mouth. She cried out at the wetness, cried out again when he began to suck. While he pushed up her flesh with his hand, his whole mouth manipulated her nipple. The tugging sensation went straight to her womb, making her lean in closer. She wondered whether he had slipped something into her coffee, when he released that first breast, covered its wet center with his thumb, and promptly turned his attention to its mate.
She sank her hands into his hair. The pleasure he gave her was so intense it hurt, but rather than pulling back, she held him closer. His name was an aching sound when she called him this time.
“I love doing this,” he whispered against her hot flesh.
“But we can’t. Not here. Not now.”
One part of Jared knew she was right. The other part knew that he had three more songs before he was needed again, and he couldn’t think of a finer way to spend that time. “Just a little more.”
She started to protest, but he released the last of the shirt’s buttons and pushed the flannel fabric aside. He ran his hands up and down her sides, coaxing her panties lower with each stroke.
Suddenly Savannah didn’t want him to stop. Heart pounding, she looped her hands loosely over his shoulders and arched her back. He took her hint, capturing her breast again with his mouth at the same time that his hands found a home.
They were magic. Within minutes, they had her begging for release, but she didn’t want the release to be one-sided. Sinking to her knees, she set rushing fingers to work on his belt. Unfastening it, she looked up at him while she unsnapped his jeans, then eased his zipper down.
“This is crazy,” she told him.
He shifted to help her work around his erection. “No.”
“It is. You’re supposed to be working.” The zipper was down. Tugging at his briefs, she dropped her eyes to the hard flesh she’d released. He was beautiful there, too, she thought. Tall and straight, strong, velvety. Her thumbs worshipped him for an instant, then, unable to resist, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
“Jesus,” he breathed and had her up so fast that she wasn’t quite sure what had happened until she felt herself on his lap being firmly impaled.
She gasped at the fire inside her, then caught her breath and forced herself to slow down. Jared seemed to do the same, with the end result a sweet, simmering rocking against one another, an extension of the dancing they’d done, with their bodies more intimately joined.
The rise was slow and steady, the reward their explosive climaxes. When it was over and they sat, panting, with damp foreheads together, Savannah gave a broken laugh.
“I saw a cartoon inCosmopolitanonce. A bare-breasted female DJ sat at her mike, telling her listening audience that she hoped they enjoyed the album she’d just played as much as she had. In the background a man was pulling on his pants.” She took in another rough breath and said in delight, “You should beashamedof yourself, Jared Snow. What would the FCC say if they knew what you’ve just done?”
“No doubt they’d take my license away, and you know what?” he took her face in his hands and turned it to his. “I wouldn’t care.” He kissed her. “That was worth far more than a broadcasting license any day.”
For a minute, Savannah looked at him, slightly overwhelmed by the sensations within her. Then she said in a very soft, heart-bound voice, “There are times like these when I feel so happy I feel guilty.”
That wasn’t quite what Jared wanted to hear. “Why guilty?”
“Because I have so much. I look at Susan. I look at Megan. I have so much.”
“You deserve what you have.”
“Maybe I deserve my career. I’ve worked hard for that. But I don’t deserve you. There are times when I’m not quite sure what to do with you.”
Jared dropped his gaze to the point below their bellies where they were still joined and said in a husky drawl, “Looks to me like you’re doin’ fine.”
A fleeting smile crossed her face before she grew serious again. “I don’t think I expected to ever meet someone like you.”
Jared basked in her adoration. “What am I like?”
Having no idea how to put into words what she was feeling, she simply said, “You’re… here. You’re calm, constant. You’re a stabilizing force.”
He wanted to believe her, but he wasn’t sure he could. “You happen to be one of the most stable women I know.”
