Every flick of his thumbs against her nipples made her arch, her body pulsing with need for him.
She’d wanted to touch him, to feel his arousal in her hand and make him feel good...
Impatiently, she grabbed hold of his shirt and tugged on it.
“Get it off. Now,” she said, then added for good measure, “Please!”
She’d never been so forward before, but right now she felt as if she’d die if she didn’t get to feel his skin against her own.
He laughed, the sound low and soft. It made new sparks of heat erupt in her belly.
Then he sat up and easily pulled off his shirt. Her mouth went dry as her eyes traveled across the broad planes of his chest.
He was all hard, defined muscle, powerfully masculine. There was a light scattering of hair on his stomach, a trail leading down from his navel, vanishing beneath his pants.
As she stared, his hands went to open his jeans and push them down. And then, at last, he was fully naked, his arousal on display—hard and large, dark with blood. All because of her.
Hastily, she wriggled on the bed, stripping out of her own pants. The purple panties she’d worn beneath were already soaked through.
Before, the few times her dates had gone this far, she’d always felt incredibly self-conscious to get to this part. But right now, with his eyes on her, all she could feel was the heat of her desire filling her until she forgot all thoughts but her need for him.
She reached out for him again—and then, at last, they were skin to skin.
She gasped when he pulled her into his arms. He was strong, his shoulders broad—perfect for holding on to.
And she did need something to hold on to when his mouth traveled down from her throat again, searching out her nipples.
Every flick of his tongue set her on fire. Her inner walls pulsed, more wetness dripping from her as his tongue circled a nipple.
She ran her hands through his hair, holding on to the glorious, golden strands as he gently push
ed her back down again, his mouth caressing her breasts.
And then his mouth traveled further down.
He tasted her, slowly and tenderly, his tongue exploring her folds while she kept holding on to his hair. No one had ever done this to her—she hadn’t even thought of it as something he might want to do. She’d thought that she would stroke him, and just seeing him find his pleasure would be enough for her.
Now, instead, she found herself trembling on the bed as he took his time with her, his mouth taking her to heights she hadn’t thought possible.
She realized she was moaning when his tongue began to circle her clit. Gasping for breath, she released his hair at last. Instead, she clenched the sheets between her fingers, her entire body tense as incredible pleasure filled her at every caress.
And then his tongue got more demanding. All of a sudden, she found herself driven over the cliff, pleasure pulsing through her as white-hot heat rushed in, filling her entire body with fire as she throbbed beneath him.
His mouth was still on her, making the pleasure last and last, new pulses of ecstasy spiraling through her whenever she thought the pleasure was abating. Finally, it got so intense that she had to close her eyes.
He drove her on and on. Her heart raced in her chest as she felt herself coming completely apart.
And then, for some reason, in the darkness behind her closed eyes, she saw a light.
It was a brilliant gold, throbbing in time with her pounding heart. It grew brighter and brighter, until at last everything else fell away.
There was just his touch, the light, and the almost unbearable pleasure.
When it finally died away and he released her, she had to struggle to open her eyes. She felt utterly exhausted—and completely fulfilled, in a way she’d never before.
None of the small handful of men she’d dated had ever wanted to waste much time on foreplay—and it wasn’t like she’d missed it. She hadn’t even known that it was possible for sex to be this good.
At least, it had been this good for her. Now that her racing heart was finally slowing, she realized that Jared was still just as hard.