Her nipples tightened and her breasts grew heavy under his scrutiny. He moved his hands to glide them over her arms. Then he cupped them. First, one breast, then the other. The muscles in his back rippled under her caress and his breathing picked up.
He rotated his hips against the seat edge, his hands lifting and molding her. She caught sparks from each tug and twist, the sensations zipping straight to her womb.
Panting, he lowered his mouth and laved a nipple with the flat of his tongue. She arched her back. He flicked it with teasing laps. “I’ve wanted to do this since you first took your shirt off in your apartment.”
The air whispered over her kiss-soaked skin, chilling her. “Sorry about my indecent—”
“I’m not. I’ve never been this attracted to anyone. No one compares to you, Charlee.” He slid his torso up hers and found her lips. “This is what your three-year absence did to me.” He removed her hand from his back and pressed it against his erection. Warm and bare, pushing through the unfastened zipper, it seeped moisture on her palm.
“So what you’re saying is it’s been a hard three years?” She squeezed him.
Pressing his face into the crook of her neck, he groaned a strangled chuckle. “Funny thing is—Oh Jesus, I can’t tell you this.”
Tracing his ear with her tongue, she worked her hand over him in long twisting strokes.
“Ah fuck, you have to stop doing that.” He gripped her wrist, stopping her, and slid his mouth to her injured earlobe. The gentle kiss he placed there bathed her in tingles.
“Tell me what you were going to tell me.”
He rested his forehead on her shoulder. “I used to have the damnedest time maintaining an erection. Then I met you and…” He let out a shaky breath. “I’ve been hard for three years.”
She knew he hadn’t been celibate for years. He was trying to tell her he hadn’t been satisfied. Determined to fix that, she shook off his restraining hand and rotated her wrist, winding and compressing him with steady pumps.
“Unngh. Charlee, stop.” The force in his voice matched the lurch of his hips as he broke away. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come so hard, I’ll blow all the clouds from the sky.”
She burst into laughter. “Oh my God, that’s the cheesiest—”
His punishing kiss stole her capacity to think. “Ready to feel?”
The throb in her * ignited. “Don’t be gentle.”
47
Jay curled both hands around Charlee’s neck and attacked her mouth. His sudden aggression sizzled every cell in her body. He tasted and teased, deepening the kiss and swallowing her gasps with each thrust of his tongue. Their breaths became one and their hips rocked, reaching to close the gap between them.
The spicy scent of his mouth and skin overpowered her senses and magnified her hunger. She wanted him to bite her. Hard. She pulled at his waistband. Wanted him closer. Trembled to pull him inside.
He consumed her lips, pushing his tongue against hers, giving her glimpses of his gorgeous smile between nips. His hands moved over her shoulders and down her arms. When they bypassed her tingling breasts, she groaned in his mouth.
A laugh rolled over his tongue, half-suppressed by his rough exhale. His hands lowered to her belly, tickling a squeal from her, and slipped beneath the elastic at her hips.
He dipped his tongue for another taste and fluttered kisses over her cheekbone to her ear. “Lift.”
Body vibrating and head spinning, she arched her hips. Her leggings and panties lowered with his hands, bunching at her thighs.
“You’re shivering.” His naked chest pressed against hers, hot and silky with sweat.
“I’m not cold.” She combed her fingers through his hair and held onto his head as his nose stroked down her neck and over her breast.
Holding her gaze, he moved down her body and ran his lips over her stomach. Then he lowered his eyes.
Inhaling deeply, he twirled a finger through the wet hair between her legs. “Christ, Charlee. The red is natural?”
She nodded, slumping back. Her nipples ached so badly, she grabbed them, wiggling them up and down with pinched fingers to release some tension.
“Aw…God.” Eyes on her hands, he gripped the base of his dick and squeezed, his shoulders curling forward and his head dropping. Breathless seconds passed. Once he seemed to compose himself, he bent awkwardly in the confined space, tackled the laces on her boots, and yanked them off.
The rustling descent of her leggings and panties mingled with their heavy breaths. That done, her garments smacked the wall behind him. His hands shook as he spread her legs for his view.
A spasm hit her as suddenly as her thoughts, and she tried to close her legs. He was too close. He would see too much. Her scars…her shame.
He scooted her ass to the edge of the seat and looked up out of hooded eyes. “You okay?” He stroked a finger over her slit as he studied her face. It slid easily through her folds and chased away some of her fear. As long as he didn’t look inside. Her legs, bent over his muscular forearms, trembled with each touch. A wanton noise escaped her lips.