“It was Evan who pulled me back.”
She pulled playfully at a lock of his hair. “It was you. Evan eventually left you alone to do what you wanted. You could have gone back to drowning in a bottle. You didn’t. It takes a lot of strength to choose to change your life. You did that, and built one of the most successful businesses in the world.” If she could do just a tiny fraction as well as Jared had done at changing his life after a tragedy, she’d be grateful.
Jared searched her face with a desperate expression before pulling her mouth down to meet his.
Mara sighed into his mouth, opening to him, returning his kiss by meeting his tongue as it pushed insistently between her lips. His kissed her breathless while she slowly slid her hands down to unbutton his shirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he pulled away from the fierce embrace, his voice crackling with desire.
“Seducing you. I’ve never actually done this before, so be patient with me,” she requested in a sultry voice. She could feel his rock-hard erection pushing against her ass, straining to be free. Mara wasn’t lying. She had never actually seduced a guy before. In her limited experience, they had both undressed and gotten right to it. Honestly, her sexual experience before her night with Jared had been so long ago and so unmemorable that she couldn’t even say how it had started.
Right now, all she wanted was to do something for Jared. It wouldn’t make his pain go away completely, but she hoped she could get through to him with time. There was no way she was going to let him live this way. He’d been there for her. Now she wanted to be there for him in whatever way would convince him that he was special. So damn special.
Opening his shirt after it was unbuttoned, she sighed longingly. “You’re so beautifully made, Jared.” He definitely worked at being fit, and it showed in every defined muscle on his chest and abdomen. “So smoking hot.” Leaning down, she nipped at his flat nipple and soothed it with her tongue as she slid between his legs to the floor. Palming his cock through the denim material, she smiled against his chest as he groaned, loving the way his body responded to her touch.
“I don’t have much control right now,” Jared warned her ominously as his hands threaded roughly through her hair.
Exactly! Mara wanted to break through his control, make him understand that he didn’t need it. Not when they were together. Her finger moving slowly down his happy trail of hair leading to what she already knew was an enormous cock, she looked up at him for a moment. “If this goes as planned, in a few minutes you’ll have absolutely none.”
CHAPTER 13
Jared’s head thumped against the back of the recliner. He closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t wake up from what had to be a fantastic wet dream before he had a chance to fuck the woman between his thighs. Jesus, he needed her, needed her warmth surrounding him right now.
Maybe I really am having a wet dream.
The attention Mara was lavishing on his body was too intense, too surreal, too damn everything to really be happening. The way she touched him—like she really wanted nothing more than to be caressing him, like she needed to feel his body beneath her fingers—drove him completely insane. It was real, and it was massively addictive.
Confusion and rapture clouded his brain. How the hell could she want him this much, still be willing to even touch him after what she’d just learned? How could she not blame him for the deaths of his friends? How could this even be taking place?
It’s happening. It feels just like the last time, only better because she is actually trying to seduce me with a completely clear head. It wasn’t happening because she was desperate to forget some tragedy, or because she was escaping. She actually just wanted to . . . please him, lure him into a state of desire. Really, like he needed any encouragement? His dick was always ready for Mara, even when she was doing absolutely nothing to tempt him. All she had to do was smile . . . or fucking breathe, for that matter, and his cock was rock hard.
Shuddering as her palms stroked down his chest and stomach, his breath caught as he felt her tugging insistently at the buttons of his jeans, her ferocious determination to get at his cock the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Once she had liberated him and he felt her fingers tighten around the shaft, Jared nearly leaped out of his chair. “Bedroom. Now.” If he didn’t get inside her tight heat right now, he was going to embarrass himself right here in the recliner.
“No,” she told him fiercely. “I want to taste you. Here. Now.”
Holy. Fucking. Christ.
Control.
Control.
Control.
His eyes were wild with hunger and dread. His mantra wasn’t working, and his usual mastery over his body and emotions was quickly abandoning him.
It’s her touch.