Her breath deserted her.
He peppered hard kisses along her neck and beneath her jaw, removing her sweater in one smooth motion. Then she was on her back on the bed and her bra had somehow disappeared.
His mouth was instantly on her breasts, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Jethro Hanson was definitely a breast man.
There was something different about him this night. Something had been unleashed.
While he’d always been the very definition of still waters running deep, his power was more evident tonight. More real. More primal. More true to the animal Jethro could be.
She reveledin the moment.
This was for her and her alone. She couldfeelthat.
He flicked one nipple and then the other, drawing the latter into his mouth as his hand boldly slid down her stomach to between her thighs. He gave a grunt of dissatisfaction, and his talented fingers snapped the sides of her panties so he couldyank them away.
She gasped, arching against him.
The Brit wasn’t the only one who wanted to play tonight. She trailed her hand along his flanks, feeling his rib cage and the strength to be found even there. Then she slid her palm over the ripped muscles of his abdomen and straight down, where she found him hardand throbbing.
His groan against her chest gave her confidence, and she closed her fingers over him, brushing her thumb over his tip.
He jerked against her.
Then he shoved her hand away and pushed two fingers inside her, sliding in easily. Yeah, she was more than ready.
“You’re bloody perfect,” he murmured, licking and kissing his way back up to her mouth, where he took her so deep she’d never get free. Then he leaned to the side, his hand fumbling in the drawer. A zip of paper crinkling and then he shifted, rolled the condom, and settled between her thighs.
She’d expected fast and herbody craved it.
Instead, he settled his weight on his elbows on either side of her head and dropped his hands to cradle her face. “You’re the strongest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he murmured, his eyes blazing in the darkness.
Her heart swelled. Strong? She hadn’t felt strong until lately, until he’d shown her parts of herself she had forgotten. “Jethro,” she murmured.
“Yeah.” He slowly penetrated her, his gaze pinning her as strongly as did his body. Inch by inch he brought them closer. It was morethan physical.
She caught her breath at the exquisite sensation, teetering between pleasure and pain. Finally he planted himself deep inside her, joining them completely.
Her body trembled around him, becoming accustomed to and accepting his size. There was a lot to Jethro Hanson, and right now it was all hers. He was all hers. She smiled and scraped her nails down his flanks, feeling the masculine dimples above his butt and then exploring further. Even his butt was tightly muscled.
He tilted his hips and she gasped as electrical shocks jerked through her body. She writhed beneath him, wanting more. Needing more. All of him.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath heated against her mouth.
“You,” she instantly moaned. “I want all of you.”
He kissed her and pulled out to shove back inside her to the hilt. “You have me.” His accent emerged thickly.
She arched against him, holding the moment tight. Desperate need coiled low inside her with a demand she’d never felt before. Her body swelled around him, softening and lighting up nerves she hadn’t realized she had. His kiss grew more intense as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, his tongue mating with her as frantically as the rest of his body.
He released her face and reached down to manacle one impossibly strong hand around her hip, squeezing as he pulled out and drove back into her, hammering wildly and somehow driving deeper with each thrust.
It was more than she could’ve imagined. More than she even realized she could have. Wild with pleasure, she rocked her hips, taking all of him. He gave her even more, thrusting harder and deeper until she was panting and scraping his butt with her nails. The entire world narrowed to Jethro and his incredible body, and what he was doing to her.
The pleasure was indescribable, and she needed more. She had to have more. “Jethro,” she moaned. It was too much. “I–I can’t…”
The hand on her hip slipped around and grasped the bottom of her thigh, opening her up even more to him. Then he looked at her, his masculine face brutally beautiful and determined.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
