He stopped breathing when she slipped her hand inside his plaid boxers and stroked him.
“No expectations.” She shoved his jeans and underwear downhis muscular thighs.
“No promises.” Gripping his buttocks, she leaned in, watching his eyes close on a groan when she licked the tip of his cock.
“No regrets.” She closed her lips around his erection and sucked him deep into her mouth.
He inhaled on a hiss, hot and hard, and sexy personified. His breath quickly turned ragged, and he thrust his hips gently, tangling his fingers in her hair.“Tara.” Her name escaped on a breath, a low, tortured sound.
A sense of power curled through her. She wanted more. She wanted him to completely let go. She wanted to give him that. Kneading the back of his thigh with one hand, she caressed his balls, stroking, rolling, gently squeezing.
“Oh, fuck.” Sweat shimmered on his creased brow. “I’m—”
She hummed her pleasure and ever so lightly scrapedher teeth up his length, before taking him deep and sucking hard.
Jeff turned rigid and threw his head back, shuddering silently as he came in her mouth, hot and salty and, in this moment, totally hers.
Holy, holy fuck. Jeff was tempted to make sure his head was still attached as he gazed down at Tara, topless, her mouth wrapped around him.
Jesus.
Slowly, she let him slide free andleaned back, licking her lips.
He tried like hell to catch his breath. And his bearings. He’d had fantasies, but the reality had far surpassed anything he could’ve imagined. Maybe because he’d never experienced such an intense response to the act in his life.
Her forehead creased and she shifted as if to get up. Shit. How long had he been standing there like an idiot, drinking in the sightof her gorgeous face, wet lips, and naked breasts? He shook his head at himself. What the hell was he waiting for?
He had other fantasies.
“My turn.” He stripped off his shirt, stepped out of his pants and shoes, set his weapon and holster on the nightstand, and dropped to his knees.
She recovered with a sinful smile as her gaze roved over his naked torso. “Do your worst,” she said, lyingback on the age-yellowed bedspread, stretching her hands overhead like a pinup girl.
Goddamn. Her unabashed nature was so fucking sexy. She didn’t play coy, or embarrassed, or shy. She reveled in the moment and in her feminine power, and he’d never wanted a woman more.
In fact, if he wasn’t careful, he was going to wanthermore. Along with expectations and promises. And regrets when he hadto let her go.
Stop thinking and enjoy the moment.
He could sort out the rest later.
Climbing onto the bed and supporting himself on his hands, he started with a slow, deep kiss, delving into her sweet mouth. His dick twitched with renewed interest, already growing hard at the feel of her smooth skin under his palm as he caressed her face, her neck, her breast.
Supporting himself on onearm, he let his lips follow the downward path of his fingers, licking and sucking her honeyed skin, cataloguing her moans and sighs and the flutter of her fingers along his bare back.
Her pelvis pressed up to meet him when he reached the waistband of her jeans. The top button was already undone, and he flashed back to the photography studio, immediately after he’d kicked in the door and foundher naked to the waist.
Her red face, how quickly she’d dressed, how she wouldn’t look him in the eye.
Rage turned his blood to ash. If Mars weren’t already dead, Jeff would’ve been tempted to kill the motherfucker himself.
Easy. He forced a deep breath. Tara was here, right here beneath him, whole and safe and sexy as hell. And willing.
Laying a shaky palm on her belly, he asked, “MayI?”
A startled laugh escaped her and she propped herself on her elbows to look at him. Her smile quickly faded under the intensity of his gaze. She smoothed a hand down his arm and toyed with his fingers. “If you don’t, I’ll be sorely disappointed.”
“The last thing I want to do is disappoint you,” he said, rising to his knees before unzipping her jeans to reveal white cotton panties.
