Chuckling, he stroked her silky hair, watching the colorful strands slide easily between his fingers. “Hmm. I’m not sure I’m convinced.”
A wicked twinkle ignited in her eyes. “Then I guess we’d better work extra hard to make it memorable.” Sitting up, her gaze never breaking contact with his, she pulled her T-shirt off in one swift motion. His lungs locked down and his heart seized at the sight of her creamy skin with its vibrant tattoos. Tentatively, he lifted one hand and trailed his fingers over the cluster of orchids blooming on her right shoulder. Her skin was as petal soft as those flowers appeared. Starla’s eyes closed as he followed the lines down to the upper swell of her breast. His dick throbbed so hard, he knew she felt it even through their jeans; a throaty sound fell from her luscious lips and he shot upright to catch it, kissing her deeply and then dropping his head to see if her skin tasted as sweet as it looked. It did. Jesus, sweeter. Her hands grasped desperately at his hair as his sought the closure on her lacy black bra, making quick work of it and pulling it from her shoulders, down her arms, and finally flinging it to the floor.
She was breathtaking. He’d expected no less, but as much as he’d dreamed and speculated about seeing her naked, he wasn’t prepared for the sight. The little silver rings in her taut pink nipples begged him to play with them. Jared drew one caressing palm over her breast, feeling the wild beat of her heart and the hitch of her breath, teasing her nipple with the barest tip of one finger until she urged his head forward and he drew her into his mouth. So warm, so soft. He flicked her ring with his tongue, gently sucking.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed. Her hands clawed at his shirt, and he let her go only long enough to let her wrench it off over his head. It went to join her bra on the floor, and then her hands were on his naked flesh. “Jared.”
She smelled so fucking good. She tasted so fucking good. He kissed a path to her other nipple and gave it similar thorough attention before murmuring, “Will you remember this?”
“Fuck, yeah, I will.” Though her words were tough, her voice shook, and he realized she was trembling. The couch didn’t give them much room to maneuver, but somehow he got her up and under him. Her hair shimmered in the grayish light from the TV. That same light caught and fractured in her dark eyes as she gazed up at him. He could just look at her all night, but there were also a million other things he wanted to do with her.
She was holding back. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did, and it gnawed at him, this feeling that she wanted to tear him apart but wouldn’t let herself. Maybe she worried what he would think. Or maybe she was nothing like he had anticipated. Bracing himself up on one arm, he trailed a knuckle down her stomach and watched the muscles twitch under his touch. So sensitive. The button on her jeans gave easily, and she wriggled her hips to help him get them off. He ended up on the floor in the process, and they both had a laugh, but when he realized he was at the perfect level, he moved her thighs on either side of him while she watched him intently with those amazingly direct eyes of hers.
Down here, her scent went straight to his fucking head and short-circuited it. Pure feminine need. He stroked her thighs, leaning down to take a little nip of her inner thigh with his teeth. Sighing with pleasure, she opened to him, raising one knee and dropping her other foot to the floor. He didn’t take off her panties, not yet. He teased, touching over damp, fragrant fabric until her hips began to move…
But the hard little nub under there was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Oh fuck, she didn’t…
Gently, he pulled her panties aside. Oh fuck, she did. A lovely little silver piercing rested in her folds.
No wonder she was watching him so closely. Wondering what he would think.
It was the hottest goddamn thing he’d ever seen. That a woman would be so dedicated to her own pleasure only made him want to pleasure her all the more. He dropped his mouth to her *, savoring her sudden sharp, joyous cry. As if she’d been waiting for this so long, so long…