The first touch of his mouth on her made Mara cry out incoherently, her body so ready for Jared that any inhibitions she had were already gone. He looked at her like she was a goddess, his eyes an eddy of pure fire as he gazed at her body. No man had ever looked at her with as much longing as she saw on his face, and it increased her arousal to the point of carnal insanity.
Moaning as his tongue slid between her folds and leisurely licked her * from bottom to top, Mara speared her hands through his hair and urged him for more. He parted her thighs wider, taking his time like he was savoring every moment of her arousal. “More, Jared. Please.”
“Patience, sweetheart,” he groaned against her pink flesh. “It will make your orgasm so much more satisfying.”
“I’ll be satisfied now. I swear,” she told him huskily, ready to lose her mind as his tongue brushed her clit lightly and she whimpered. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Mara thought she heard a muffled, low chuckle rumbling out of his mouth, but she was too enthralled by the touch of his tongue to really decipher what was happening. She felt bared, shattered in a way she never had before. Everything he was doing was so much more intimate than anything she’d ever experienced, and her body was trembling with need.
Jared teased, flicking his tongue over the tiny bundle of nerves that were begging for his attention. He provoked, lapping greedily at every inch of her sensitized flesh, spreading her folds with his fingers, exposing her blatantly to him.
“Yes,” she hissed as he finally rolled his hot, wet tongue over her clit with more pressure in a flowing, stroking pattern that had her hips rising off the floor.
Grasping his hair, she writhed desperately, trying to pull him closer, harder. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded hoarsely, needing him to keep giving her the pressure she needed to come.
She was close. So very close.
Her climax hit her the moment he thrust two fingers into her sheath, searching for and finding that sensitive area inside her, caressing it with bold strokes while his tongue laved her clit.
“Jared. Oh, God.” Mara’s head thrashed wildly, her orgasm rolling over her with so much power it was almost frightening. She held on to his hair like it was her lifeline, her channel clenching around his fingers with spasm after spasm as she lay there helplessly riding the storm of sensations that overwhelmed her completely.
Her body relaxed slowly, cognitive thought coming back to her as she panted breathlessly on the plush carpet.
“Okay?” Jared asked as he moved up her body, his fingers swiping gently over her face. “Did I hurt you?” His voice was urgent and demanding.
Mara realized that tears had escaped from her eyes and were trickling down her cheeks. “No,” she answered him hurriedly, removing her hands from his hair to dash away her tears. Wrapping her arms around his neck to reassure him, she tugged him down to kiss him tenderly. “I guess I got overwhelmed,” she said as she finally broke the embrace.
“Is that good or bad?” he asked curiously, his intense eyes still watching her face anxiously.
Smoothing his hair away from his forehead, she answered, “Good. So amazing that I couldn’t help crying. I guess I just realized all that I’ve been missing because I haven’t had a guy in my life for so many years.” Mara tried for some levity to lower the intensity between them, knowing that not just any guy would have alleviated her loneliness and set her body on fire. It had to be him. It had to Jared. “Or maybe I’ve just been waiting for you,” she mused, entranced by the ferocity of his expression.
“You’ve been waiting for me,” he said in a gruff, possessive voice. “I don’t deserve you, Mara, but I need you.”
His tortured look, the emotion in his voice made Mara’s heart ache. This was a part of Jared Sinclair that she knew he never revealed, yet he trusted her with his vulnerability. The one woman he’d loved had thrown his trust aside and stomped on it, and then she’d died, leaving Jared empty, nothing inside him except guilt and grief. “I need you, too.” She sighed softly, knowing she’d just given Jared Sinclair her heart. She’d been fooling herself to think that she could even fight it. From the moment he’d walked into her shop, Jared had been different from every other man she’d ever known, her attraction to him instantaneous. Before, she’d been able to call it lust, a balm for the loneliness she’d felt since her mother’s death. But he was more than that, and she knew it. Beneath his I-don’t-give-a-shit facade was the heart of a sensitive, generous man. An incredible, exceptional man who’d sacrificed so much for others, including his self-worth and belief in himself.
“If you need me, take me then. Take everything you want.” He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her on top of him so she was straddling him.
“I thought you didn’t want it this way,” she squeaked.