Gripping his zipper tab, she inched it down, so slowly that he thought he’d lose his mind. The sides of his fly finally parted. He exhaled in relief.
“Open shirt, open fly. God, you look so hot this way.” She lightly rana fingertip over his length, making him shudder.
She did it again with her nail. He nearly came off the bed and couldn’t hold back a groan.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “Let me hear you.”
She gripped his chin and stared into his eyes, her cheeks flushed, her pupils blown.
Flipping her hair, Jannie bent down, pushing up his jaw and dragging her lips over his collarbone, licking the hollow at the base of his throat. Giving him one last flick of her tongue, she moved to kneel by his side. “Hips up.”
As soon as he complied, she tugged his trousers down, quickly pulling them off and throwing them to the floor. His socks followed.
Her eyes drank him in, head to toe, zeroing in on the spot that was quickly forming on his boxers.
A slow smile spread across her face. Hooking her fingers in the elastic waistband, she began easing them down with agonizing slowness.
At last, he felt the cool air as he sprang free.
“Damn, Nicholas Kent,” she said, her voice husky, “look at all that.” She swiped her thumb over his tip. “You’re wet for me.”
Of course he was. Wait, what?
That was his line. He would have laughed, except she plucked the foil packet off the sheet and placed it between her teeth. But instead of tearing it open, she caressed his abs, around and around, and all laughter died on his lips. Speaking of dying, if she didn’t do something soon, he would …
“Jannie …”
She halted, turning gorgeous blue lust-hazed eyes to his for only a second before resuming her study of his body. “Mm-hmm?”
Please, put the condom on already.
He clenched his teeth and swallowed back the words. This was about her pleasure, and he would endure any amount of discomfort if it was what she needed from him. Moreover, he didn’t beg.
Ever.
The next moment, a wicked smile spread across her face. She caught his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth, letting the condom dropinto his palm.
“Put it on yourself. I want to see you do it.”
Jesus, this woman.
He tore the packet, unable to suppress a tiny smile. Eyes full of heat, she watched his every move, her chest rising and falling faster as he gripped himself and smoothly rolled on the latex sheath, then sat up and shrugged out of the ripped uniform shirt.
That was when she gripped him.
Finally.
His eyes drifted half-closed as she wrapped her fingers around him.
This couldn’t be reality. Jannie Larssen had him.
In her hand.
“You … are so … long,” she said.
“All for you.” His entire body hardened as she stroked him.
For a moment, she closed her eyes and shuddered, stroking him one more time before she suddenly gave his shoulders a hard shove, sending him sprawling onto the bed.
