Feeling Hot (Out of Uniform #7)

A devilish smile tickled her lips. Nope, her hands were certainly not tied.

Without giving herself the chance to chicken out, she shuffled and slid down the couch so that she and Cash lay side to side.

Those blue eyes popped open, narrowing when he realized their faces were inches apart. “What are you doing?” he croaked.

“Taking advantage of the loophole.”

And then she lowered her hand to his groin and cupped him over his shorts.

Cash jerked as if he’d been shot. He instantly tried to wiggle away, but she tightened her grip on the cock that quickly swelled beneath her palm.

“Hear me out,” she said in a throaty voice that couldn’t possibly belong to her.

His features grew taut, but she knew it had nothing to do with his headache and everything to do with that darn restraint of his.

“Carson told you to keep your hands off me, but he didn’t say anything about me keeping my hands off you.” To punctuate, she dragged her palm up and down that hard ridge of arousal.

Cash’s expression creased with torment. “Jen—”

“Let me touch you. I’m going crazy here, Cash. I want you so badly I can hardly breathe. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much.”

Surprise filtered into his gaze. “I want you too,” he said roughly.

With a faint smile, she gripped both his wrists and forced his arms over his head. “Just keep your hands up there, cowboy. That way if my annoying brother asks whether you touched me, you can honestly answer that no, you didn’t.”

When his mouth opened to voice another objection, she shut him up the only way she knew how—she kissed him.

And boy, his lips were as addictive as she remembered. She brushed her mouth over his in a fleeting caress, then peppered little kisses on the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw. When she returned to his lips and teased the seam with the tip of her tongue, he made a husky noise and granted her access. She licked her way into his mouth, planting her palms on his chest as she deepened the kiss. When their tongues met, Cash thrust his hips, pushing his erection into her thigh.

Jen’s lungs burned from lack of oxygen as the kiss grew hotter, more desperate. When Cash tried to lower one hand to touch her, she shoved it back up and locked his wrists with her fingers. “No touching,” she said breathlessly.

She glided her other hand down his rock-hard chest, past his rippled abs and under the waistband of his shorts.

Cash groaned.

“How’s your head?” she murmured.

“Still hurts,” he said in a strangled voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it better.”

With a wicked smile, she moved to the foot of the couch and slowly worked his shorts off his hips. Her mouth watered when his cock sprang up to greet her. Lord, the man was hung like a bull. Thick, long, hard. His balls were drawn tight, and the engorged head of his cock bobbed against his navel, leaving a streak of moisture on his abs.

Jen was suddenly hit with a pang of self-consciousness. She might have started this, but truth was, she didn’t have much experience in the oral sex department—giving it or getting it. She’d gone down on her boyfriends, Brendan included, but it had always been rushed because they’d been in too much of a hurry to get inside her.

She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and collected her composure, then peered up at Cash, who was watching her with a heavy-lidded look smoldering with heat.

“My technique probably isn’t what you’re used to,” she confessed. “Tell me if I do it wrong.”

His lips quirked. “Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I can come from the thought of being in your mouth. Trust me, I’ll like whatever you do.”

Warmth traveled down her chest and settled between her legs. When she dropped her gaze and saw a bead of moisture glistening at the tip of that tantalizing erection, she decided to quit hesitating before Cash regained his senses and put a stop to this. So what if she didn’t have experience? She’d just have to do some exploring and figure out how to drive this man wild.

She started by dipping her head and tentatively licking that tempting little drop of moisture.

Cash hissed out a breath.

“You okay?” she teased.

“Uh-huh.”

Emboldened by his reaction to that one teeny lick, she rested her hands on his thighs, teasing the coarse hair and feeling his muscles clench beneath her fingertips. Then she licked him from root to tip, savoring the clean, salty taste of him. His ragged breathing spurred her on. She swept her tongue up the length of his cock, rubbing her lips over the head before licking the fluid seeping from that little slit.

“You done teasing?” he asked hoarsely.

“Not by a long shot,” she said before flicking her tongue against the underside of his cock.

He mumbled a savage curse.