Page 34 of Making Over Maris

His lips, framed by his tightly manicured beard, twitched. “I’d like to try it again.”

Oh. She liked that idea.

He didn’t wait for her permission. She liked that as well.

“Let’s see…” He put his palms on each cheek, held her still as he edged in. And his lips, on hers, not tentative or soft at all. She liked that a lot.

He kissed her and her pulse raced, her body trembled, her arousal flared. Her nipples tightened. Her body wept. He wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss. He practically consumed her. And she melted.

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” he repeated as his hand drifted from her waist to her ribs then up over her breasts. When his fingers made contact with her nipple, she gasped. “I was trying to take it slow.” She clutched at him, panting in his ear as his other hand slipped down over the globes of her ass and onto her bare thigh. It drifted up, under her skirt.

Her belly flipped, her heart scudded as she realized where he was heading. Slowly, imperceptibly, she spread her legs.

He chuckled.

Perhaps it had not been so imperceptible…

He raised his head to look at her as his palm closed in on the bundle of nerves at her center. She stared at him, drowned in his chocolate brown eyes as he came closer and closer and then…and then…skated right on over.

She groaned in frustration and collapsed against him. “Jack!”

He smiled. “Did I do that wrong?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm.” He kissed her again, a gentle buss. “Should I try again?”

“Yes. Yes, goddamn it.”

And he did. He brought his fingers back to her throbbing core and gently, oh so gently, traced her slit through the cotton of her panties.

The breath hitched in her throat.

“Again?”

“Yes. Again.”

Thrills shot up from her clit to her nipples as he stroked her. She tried not to lean into the caress. But she failed.

His body stiffened as he found the heat, the dampness, soaking through her panties. “Oh God, Sara.”

“Yes, Jack. More.”

She nearly wailed when his touch slipped away, up to her belly, but then he eased under the elastic of her panties and down once more. Her muscles locked as he stroked her swollen lips, skin to skin, and then nudged in.

“Ah!” A jolt like raw, unfettered electricity shot through her as his fingertip scraped her aching nub. She sucked in a breath.

He was breathless as well. His body was tight, his muscles bunched as he rubbed her slick, taut clit. He circled her slowly, teasingly. He plucked her nipple and she cried out as twin sensations lashed through her.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

How could he not know? “Yes. Yes, Jack.”

When he withdrew, leaving her cold, she wanted to cry. He studied her with a thoughtful expression. “No. I still don’t think I’m doing it right.”

“Oh, you’re doing it right.” She grabbed his hand and put it back where it belonged.

He laughed and stepped away. “I don’t think so. Sit down, Sara.”