“I didn’t want to bring it up last night, in front of everyone, but I’ll go by their place later today.”
“Awesome. Maybe I’ll come with you. If I decide to let you out of bed.”
Cindy grinned at Jonas. She decided the pancakes had settled quite well by now. She’d had a wonderful run with the pack, a fantastic breakfast, had picked out the plans for her future home with the man she loved, and now she was ready to rock his world.
She sat up, her knees on either side of his hips. His hands fell naturally to her thighs as he waited to see what she wanted to do. One of the things she loved about him was his equal willingness to sit back and let her lead, or to take charge and leave her utterly breathless.
Rising up to her knees, she tried to bring forth her internal sex kitten. Or porn star. Or something. She pushed her fingers into her hair, holding her elbows out, keeping her gaze steady with his.
He licked his lips.
She bit hers.
He growled.
She ran her hands down her neck and cupped her breasts, plumping them and pushing them together. His hands traveled from her thighs to her hips, and he gripped tight, like he needed something to hold on to. She plucked one nipple, then the other, but they were already hard points. She squeezed tight and couldn’t hold back a gasp.
His chest heaved as he drew in a sharp breath.
She let one hand drift down, teased through her curls, then slowly slid one finger deep inside. His groan sounded pained, but he didn’t move. A smiled stretched across her face. His answering grin made her feel bold.
“Let me taste,” he growled.
She trailed the wet finger up his chest to his lips. He sucked it in, tonguing it clean. She pulled free and used the finger to circle and tease his nipples.
“How long are you planning on torturing me?” he asked.
“Four minutes,” she said, pulling the number out of nowhere.
He immediately checked his watch and she had to bite her cheek not to laugh.
His hand went back to her hip.
She supposed she should check the time, too, but figured he’d keep her on track. She braced one hand on his abs and pulled the other back between her legs. Sliding two fingers in this time, getting them nice and wet before she moved them to her clit. She shut her eyes, tilted her head back and sighed. Her hips started to move, her toes curling.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “So strong and smart and sexy as all fuck.”
This time her smile was soft, but she didn’t look at him. She could feel him watching her, without needing to see. Sensations bloomed inside of her as she felt him, as she teased herself, as she imagined what he was seeing.
“I want you inside me,” she said, not remembering how much time was left. Not caring. She opened her eyes and looked back down at him.
“I want to taste you first,” he said.
“Well, if that’s really what you want,” she teased.
She dropped down beside him, plumped the pillow under her head and grinned. “You may begin.”
“You are so good to me,” he said, taking his pillow and putting it under her hips. He kneeled over her, leaned down to kiss her. His tongue tangled with hers and they banged teeth. She laughed, but had to stop so she could breathe without breaking the kiss. He finally lifted up with a gasp. The heat in his eyes had her already-tingling body nearly combusting.
“Well, get to it then,” she said.
“Mmm.”
He kissed her collarbone, tasting the hollow of her neck, then teased little kisses around her breasts. She speared her fingers into his hair and tried to direct him to her nipple, but he just smiled against her chest and kept at it. So she let go of his head and pinched her own nipple. He huffed out a laugh and pulled her other nipple between his lips, hard.
She lost her concentration and just held her breast while he worked one, then the other, biting her fingers when he decided they were in the way. He gave one last kiss to the area between her breasts and kissed a slow path down to her belly button.
“Put your tongue in there and you will lose a handful of hair,” she said.
