Meeting her challenge, he sat up straighter and leaned his back on the arm of the couch. “Lose the bra,” he ordered.
After the way she’d gone to town on his dick, he half expected an enthusiastic striptease, but what he got was a whole lot of hesitation. Jen’s straight white teeth sank into her bottom lip, her obvious distress digging a groove in her forehead.
He furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong?”
She opened her mouth and a shaky breath flew out. “I lied to you, Cash,” she said, looking miserable. “I talk a big game, but truth is, I don’t have much experience with sex. That stuff about my favorite position being missionary? It’s the only position I’ve ever tried. I haven’t even…” Embarrassment stained her cheeks pink. “I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. I can get myself off, but the guys I’ve slept with never made me come.”
“Never?” he echoed in surprise.
“Never.” Her cheeks turned redder. “At first I tried telling them what I needed, how to touch me the way I like, but I think they felt insulted. Eventually I started faking it so I wouldn’t hurt their feelings.”
She looked so distraught that Cash experienced a burst of unexpected tenderness. He drew her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the sweet, feminine scent of her. Lord, he should’ve seen through all her bold flirting and seduction attempts, but she’d gotten him so twisted up in knots of lust that he hadn’t paid attention.
He suddenly wanted to throttle the losers she’d slept with in the past. Why hadn’t they taken the time to bring her pleasure? To discover what made her cry out in passion, what made her moan in desperation, what made her shiver with anticipation?
Whatever reluctance he’d been feeling about this encounter dissipated like a cloud of smoke. No way would he leave this woman wanting. Her inexperience had definitely shone through during that blowjob, but she’d sent him careening over the edge with those exploratory licks and uncertain pumps. She deserved to experience that same kind of mind-blowing pleasure.
“Cash? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” he said gruffly. “I don’t want to stop.”
She looked surprised. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m not…you know, an accomplished sexpert? You don’t wish I’m a porn star or something?”
He chuckled. “I don’t want to fuck a porn star, sweetheart. I want to fuck you.” When her eyes widened, he suppressed a curse and wished he’d kept his mouth shut. His blunt nature had gotten him into trouble with women in the past. “Ah, sorry. I should probably watch my language.”
“No, don’t,” she blurted out.
He arched a brow.
“I like it,” Jen confessed. “It’s a huge turn-on.” Her lips quirked in a smile. “I don’t know why you think you can’t talk to women. You do a pretty good job of it.”
He traced the curve of her jaw with a lazy finger. “Dirty talk doesn’t count as real talking.”
“Sure it does.”
“Whatever you say.” His fingers moved to her collarbone, drawing circles over her silky skin. “Now why don’t we stop talking so I can get started on the making you feel good part. So…lose the bra.”
Her breath hitched. Then, without a word, she flicked the front clasp of her black bra. The lacy cups popped open, revealing a pair of perky breasts tipped by pale pink nipples. Oh yeah. Cash licked his suddenly dry lips, then cupped those spectacular mounds with his palms and swept his thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden beneath his touch.
He toyed with the rigid buds, studying Jen to gauge her response. Her face was awash with pleasure, her pulse hammering in her throat. Happy with what he saw, he leaned forward and kissed the swell of each breast, then closed his lips over one distended nipple. He sucked gently, flicking his tongue over that velvety soft bud.
Jen’s moan rippled through her body and vibrated against his mouth. He peered up, a satisfied male noise rumbling out of his chest when he glimpsed the sheer rapture on her face.
“You like this?” he murmured before turning his attention to her other nipple.
“Uh-huh.”
He alternated between fleeting licks and deep pulls, kissing and sucking until Jen started making sexy whimpering sounds and grinding her lower body against his in an agitated rhythm. The heat of her pussy scorched his thighs, sent a bolt of lust to his thickening cock.
“I need to touch you,” he said, rubbing his cheek on the underside of her breast.
She choked out a laugh. “You are touching me.”
“It’s not enough. I need to touch…every fucking inch of you.”