“Please!” she cried. His tongue slipped in the side of her panties, and her hips wrenched up. But he only went back to doing what he did before: teasing, denying her, driving her mad. And she’d wanted to drive him crazy? He went down better than any other man she’d ever met in her life. Only when she rested her ass on the mattress again did he give her another little taste, nosing her panties aside and tickling her piercing until her chest heaved. He liked that view, she thought, watching him watch her.
“If I let you go,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice going deep in her cunt, sending out little rivers of electricity through her body, “will you be good?”
“I’ll fucking show you good,” she all but snarled.
“That’ll do.”
He released her hands. Snatched her panties aside. The keening cry she released when his tongue dipped into her * was fucking embarrassing, and she was helpless again. Liquid, she was liquid between her legs, thick and hot, and so was he, tonguing her deep. Then he withdrew, and she whimpered.
“I love how you taste,” he growled. “I love how you smell.” His fingertip trailed over her VCH piercing. “I love this.”
“Do you?” Her voice shook.
“Hell yes.”
“I wasn’t sure you would.”
“Haven’t you figured it out? I love everything about you.” From between her legs, his blue eyes burned up at her.
Is he going to say it? He can’t say it. Not yet. I’ve never said the words. I don’t think I can now. Even if I think…
But no. His mouth went back to her. The time for teasing and denying her was over. This was a deliberate siege laid upon her body, and her orgasm was his prize, and all he had to do was encircle her throbbing clit with his lips and suck until she shattered, shouting so loud she crammed a fist to her mouth to keep from embarrassing herself. The world went away—everyone, everything. Even Jared went away. Nothing existed but her, and her body, and her pleasure. She wouldn’t know later how to thank him for that.
He didn’t stop until she was wrung out, wasted, limp and panting on his bed. But she cracked open an eye to see nothing about him was limp. Oh God. Oh…God. He was rummaging in his nightstand drawer, presumably for a condom. Any other time, she would relish watching him roll it on, but she could seriously go to sleep now. As she heard that package crinkling and Latex unfurling, she knew it wasn’t to be. This wasn’t over.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, not moving on top of her but stretching out beside her.
“Mm-hmm,” was all she could manage. Even that sounded light and airy, as if she could drift off any second. His hand stroked over her stomach, caressing lightly. She smiled, half in a dream. He touched her all over, even her arms and legs, bringing her body back to waking life after the world’s ending a few moments ago. Often, his mouth followed his hands, moving softly and damply over tattooed and unmarked skin alike. He slid her panties down her legs, again following them with kisses. He lifted one of her hands, kissing each finger. He lifted the other and did the same. Then her breasts, one and the other, his beard scratching lightly. She felt revered, worshipped.
Loved.
Her eyes opened, and she reached for him, pulling him over her. “Now? Please?” He went into her arms readily, not holding himself up but easing down over her so he could hold her close and drop kisses along her jaw and the edges of her lips. His kneed her thighs apart—oh yes, she loved that move. Something so primal about it, so possessive. She was his, and he was going to take her.
Her body wasn’t as done as she’d thought. As soon as her * felt the first nudge of him, she realized how slick she still was, how needy his caresses had made her. His mouth sought and found hers. His body invaded hers. One strong, slow thrust stretching her while he shuddered over her, and she cursed and clutched at his back and nearly died from the absolute fucking perfection of it.
“Starla,” he said, for the first time sounding weak and astounded. “Oh God.”
All the times before had been child’s play. She’d never thought so then, but she knew so now. Nothing, nothing had ever compared to this. It broke her heart to think nothing ever would. If he left her…
The thought was almost horrifying enough to push him away, to not take the chance. For him to strip her down to her essential being and then abandon her would be a hurt she couldn’t bear. To make her feel all these beautiful things and then deprive her of his touch forever would kill her.
Jesus, she couldn’t take it. “Jared, a few minutes ago, you made me stop thinking. Do it again. Please.” Before I decide I can’t do this with you.
He kissed her mouth, tongue gently dancing with hers as his hips picked up a devastating rhythm, not the hard, pounding fuck she’d been asking for but a strong, steady heartbeat that only shook her up more inside. Harder. Faster. Please. Not like you love me. Not like that.
But she couldn’t ask, because it was so good like this. Too good. The line was crossed, and she couldn’t go back. He was going to make her come to this sweet, intimate beat between their bodies, and she would be doomed.