He freed the front enclosure of the bra and bent his head to seize one of her nipples. “Yes.” She twisted her fingers into his soft hair and tugged him closer. His deep growl of approval rumbled through her. Oh, my. Hot pulses of energy spiraled from the puckered flesh trapped between his teeth and hot lips. Wicked heat burned through her blood. She arched her back and smashed her breasts against his face. After he pushed down her slacks, she thumbed the waistband of her silk panties.
“Not yet.” He pulled back her hand, placed a light kiss on her palm, and pinned her arm above her head.
The muscles in his back bunched under her free hand. Damn his sweater. His hot, wet tongue swirled over the thrumming pulse in her neck, kicking her desire up another notch. She pushed him back just enough to look at him. Her heart skipped from theI’m gonna eat youlust burning in his molten gaze. Yes, please! Eat away. His chest heaved as she pushed his jeans down his legs. Black briefs stretched over his straining cock. Dear Lord, how did he not burst from the fabric? She grasped his hard shaft and gently squeezed.
He hissed. “Marissa...I need you. You smell delicious.” He stepped back, pulling from her grasp, and yanked his sweater over his head. Then he removed his boots and kicked away the rest of his clothes.
Shivers shot down her spine. She slid off her panties and drew in a deep breath. Thank God she’d shaved the day before.
His broad shoulders and oh-so-yummy chest tapered into a pair of thick legs. The light played over his tanned skin, highlighting the dozen or so scars on his torso and arms. What the hell had happened to him? She caressed a ridged, white scar on his lower abs. An old knife wound, perhaps? The pink, puckered scar on his shoulder had to be from a bullet wound. She swallowed her questions as he gripped her hips. The heat from his hands branded her like a fire poker.
A growl rumbled from his throat. He skimmed his fingers across her stomach and through the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
“Make love to me, Jarrett, before I wake from this dream.” She gripped his shoulders for leverage as he stroked her achy clitoris. “Oh, God.” She gasped as he slid a finger inside her. She bucked against his hand. More. She needed so much more.
“Fuck, hold on.” After he snatched a condom from his wallet, he rolled on the latex and pumped the hard organ. His eyelids fluttered. He grabbed her ass, lifted her, and braced her against the wall.
She circled her legs around him and cried out as his large cock speared her. Her feminine muscles burned and gripped the invading force.
Jarrett withdrew and buried himself back in with one long push.
“Oh my God!” She clawed his shoulders and bucked her hips to meet his every thrust. He surged faster and trailed rough kisses along her jaw. Her throbbing nipples puckered tighter as her breasts brushed back and forth across his barreled chest. His hot, thick length filled every inch of her. The fine sheen of sweat slicking her skin aided the slide of her body against his. She arched her back and hissed as he clamped his mouth over the pulsating vein in her neck.
Tears blurred her vision. Pleasure bordered on pain. “I’m almost there.”
“Lose control, baby. I got you.” Jarrett quickened his pace. He clutched her ass with one hand and fisted her hair with the other.
Every nerve ending in her body flared to life as he thrust deeper. Fireworks danced before her eyes. He silenced her cry with his demanding mouth as her release rocketed through her so hard and fast her chest ached. Dizziness swamped her. She wrapped her arms around him and nibbled on the beating tendon in his thick, corded neck. Delicious. The salty taste of his sweat doubled the saliva in her mouth.
He grunted and froze. Then he pounded again and cursed at the top of his lungs.
She held him close and stroked his hair. His climax shuddered through him as he braced his damp forehead on hers. The hard puffs leaving his mouth fanned her face and tickled her nose. She kissed him gently.
He bent his knees, pulling out of her, and carried her back to the fireplace. After he laid her on the rug, he grabbed a wool blanket and two accent pillows from the sofa and joined her.
She trailed her fingertips down his whiskered jaw. “That was amazing. So much better than I remember.”
He chuckled and draped the blanket over them. “Damn right. We aren’t kids anymore.”
Thank goodness for that!
Neither of them had known the first thing about giving pleasure as sixteen-year-old virgins sneaking around in his bedroom. Though they’d practiced like crazy and learned a lot, he never blew her mind.
Until now.
He dropped the used condom under the table and stuffed a pillow beneath his head.
Damn. The man shouldn’t look so fine. She tweaked his taut brown nipple and feathered kisses on his chest. Goosebumps followed the trail of her lips and tongue.
He lightly swatted her backside. “Easy, you little minx. Unless you want round two.”
“I do, but I’m too sore.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
Marissa snuggled into his embrace. After so long apart, how could she still crave him?
She’d dated a couple of guys after Jarrett dumped her and again after Joel died, so she’d been around the block enough times to know what her body wanted and her soul craved. And the sexy man holding her fit the ticket. Was she asking for a broken heart? Jarrett didn’t care about her—at least not enough to stick around. How could she be so foolish? Would she wake up alone with the spot beside her cold?
