Grant buried his head against her neck, his movements quickening, his pants harsh, his thighs quivering. “Roxie. Babe. I’m coming!”
As his cock jerked with his release, Roxie clutched him, her legs tight against his waist, and she followed him over the edge into endless bliss.
After, they showered together then Grant got dressed, kissed her, and left the room.
Roxie settled against the pillows, naked as she waited for Jack. She closed her eyes and stretched out on the bed—utterly relaxed and simply luxuriated in the soft sheets.
* * *
WHEN SHE AWOKE from her unintended nap, she saw Jack stretched out next to her wearing nothing but black silk boxers. He lay against the fluffy pillow, obviously asleep, and snoring lightly. Roxie bit back a laugh. She trailed her fingers across his muscled pectorals.
He woke up easily, his sleepy eyes taking her in. He reached up and pressed her hand against his chest.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.”
Roxie’s heart pounded erratically. Like Grant, Jack was Adonis personified—muscled, tanned, gorgeous. His blond hair shone in the dim light of the single bedside lamp and, to her wandering hands, those strands felt as soft and fine as corn silk.
Jack cupped her face, offering a gentle kiss. She enjoyed his slow approach, his tenderness. He broke from the kiss. She noted his blue gaze was already dark with desire. He circled one of her areolas with a single fingertip, teasing her nipple with sweetly erotic touches.
He cupped her breasts, his fingers sweeping across her sensitive skin until her nipples were hard aching points. His lips fastened onto one stiffened peak. He suckled, his tongue swirling in a languid motion designed for ultimate pleasurable torment.
A low moan rose from her throat as desperate longing speared her.
“Jack,” she whispered. “Jack.”
He placed a kiss between her breasts. Then he looked at her, his hands trailing down her ribcage to stroke the round flesh of her stomach. He fanned out his fingers as he wandered over her hips, her thighs.
He was slow, methodical, and tender.
As Jack continued his unhurried seduction, Roxie returned the favor. She touched him, too, delighting in his firm arms, muscled chest, and taut abs.
“Roxie,” he breathed. “So lovely. So intoxicating.”
As her fingers clasped his hard cock, he rewarded her with a low moan.
Her heart pounded. Her skin tingled. Her thighs trembled.
Jack adjusted his position, and Roxie was forced to give up her hold. He nimbly rolled on top of her and scooted between her legs.
He kissed her quivering stomach muscles and traced an invisible line to her navel.
Roxie felt submerged in desire. Her wet heat convulsed. She wanted him so much. She moaned, shifting to give him better access.
Jack’s hands coasted to her hips, his mouth nibbling to the edge of her feminine core.
His tongue wiggled down her slit, and his soft lips dragged sensually across her swelling flesh. He encircled her entrance, teasing her ruthlessly.
She panted, desire curling through her like flames. She felt as though she was burning, burning for Jack.
He grabbed her buttocks and pushed her legs up. His hot breath ghosted over her swollen flesh. Then he pressed his mouth against the sensitive knot hidden like a pearl in velvet.
Roxie shuddered.
His tongue began stroking her clit in a rhythm that drove her insane. Just as she felt the rise of an orgasm, Jack stopped.
Argh! What the hell was it with these men and their torturous techniques? Did they have meetings? Exchange notes? Hey, yeah, let’s drive our new bride crazy!
“Jack,” she said through gritted teeth.
He chuckled. “I’m all about your pleasure, Roxie. I promise.”
Jack rose to his knees. He slid one finger over her clit, and she growled. Her wolf was getting anxious—and needy.
“Hold on to your ankles,” said Jack, pushing her legs up further.
Hands shaking, body on fire, Roxie wrapped her hands around her ankles.
As his finger slowly stroked her clitoris, he inserted two fingers inside her, and curled them upward.
She sucked in deep breaths. The feeling was … intense. She couldn’t even think of a word to describe how it felt for him to touch such a sensitive area.
Houston, we have the G-spot.
Roxie moaned as he rhythmically stroked the underside of her entrance. The fondling of her clit and the manipulation of her most erotic spot rocketed her into blind need.
His patience seemed to vanish as he put his cock where his fingers had worked such magic. He took hold of the underside of her thighs and began taking her with long, hard strokes.
Sweat cleaved to her skin. Her nails bit into her ankles as she submitted wholly, fully, gratefully to her lover.
The powerful force of the orgasm tore a scream from her.
She was awash in the light and heat of absolute bliss. As the last waves of her orgasm rippled through her, Jack cried out, his hands clenching against her thighs as his release shuddered through him.