“I know that you don’t,” he growled, entangling one hand in her silken hair and resting the other on her delectably rounded ass.
“I don’t think I can be your fuck buddy,” she murmured. “I think it would hurt too much. You don’t have relationships, Jared. You have sexual encounters. And I knew that when it happened. But I’m starting my life over, and I want everything to mean something to me. I’d get attached.”
Her words were like a knife to Jared’s gut. Truth was, he wanted to mean something to her. He wanted her attached to him more than he’d ever wanted anything. He wanted to be a hell of a lot more than a fuck buddy to her. Problem was, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted from her. But hell, he was already obsessed with her, and he wanted to bind her to him.
Don’t be a selfish prick.
Gripping her ass, he thrust one of his thighs between her legs and hissed softly as her heated core connected with the denim of his jeans. Even through the material, he could fee her heat, the dampness of her *. “You’re wet.”
“Whenever I’m close to you,” she admitted tremulously, lifting her head from his chest and staring up at him.
Satisfy her!
Primitive instinct gripped him by his balls, and all he wanted was to see her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, the tension building and then leaving her body in the throes and aftermath of her climax. “No fucking then. But give me your body. Let me teach you how good my tongue can feel exactly where you want it.” Swooping down, he captured her mouth with his, heart hammering triumphantly as she capitulated and moaned against his lips.
Jared tasted and plundered, unable to get enough of her, doubting if he ever would.
CHAPTER 11
Mara was lost, caught up in Jared’s sensual, heated assault. He was conquering. Captivating. Dominant.
She couldn’t help the instinctive movement of her hips, rubbing her * against his thigh as her need for Jared held her steadfastly in its ironfisted grip. The peaks of her nipples rubbed sensually against his powerful torso, and she whimpered as he nipped erotically at her bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue.
“Jared. Please.” Mara didn’t know if she was begging for mercy or for more of the sweet torture he was giving her. She squirmed against him as his mouth trailed down her neck, his tongue leaving a trail of fire on the sensitive skin.
“Tell me you need me, Mara,” he rasped against her ear, his hand still tangled in her hair, manipulating her head the way he wanted it.
“I do. You know I do,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
“This?” He squeezed her ass and pulled her * more snugly against his rock-hard thigh.
“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly. “More.”
“Ride me. Imagine my tongue licking that hot *, and all over your clit,” he demanded harshly. “Maybe you’re not ready for that right now, so think about it.”
Mara had no idea how that would feel, but in her mind, she could imagine it.
Jared’s handsome face buried between her thighs.
Jared’s tongue abrading her engorged, throbbing clit.
Jared lapping at her sensitive flesh.
“Oh, God. It would be good,” she moaned, pressing her core hard against Jared’s leg in a sensual, frenzied motion. “So good.”
“It is good, baby. My only goal would be to make you come,” he told her in a husky whisper, grasping her hair tighter and pulling her head back so he could run his tongue up the sensitive skin of her neck.
The lash of his tongue sent her careening over the edge as she ground against his thigh, sensation spreading out from her core to the tips of her fingers as her sheath pulsated violently. “Jared.” Her gasp turned into a long moan.
He covered her lips with his own, capturing her pleasure with his ravenous mouth. Fisting his hair, Mara clung to him as her climax vibrated through her body.
He ended the kiss with a muffled groan, burying his face in her hair. Sliding his leg from between her thighs, he held her body tightly against his, cradling her head against his chest. “You okay?”
“I’m doing fine for a woman who just climaxed without ever taking her clothes off.” She panted heavily, her heart pounding so hard she felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
Jared chuckled and held her tighter. “I’d be happy to do it again with your clothes off.”
“You’re dangerous,” she muttered, her brain not quite clear. She could feel his persistent erection pressed against her belly, and she felt guilty that he hadn’t found his own release. “That wasn’t exactly mutually pleasurable.”