A Better Man(75)

The low, sexy tone of his voice kept her calm and made her want to do as he asked. She wanted to please him as much as apparently he wanted to please her. 

When his lips found her throat again he kissed his way down to her breasts where his tongue flicked her pebbled nipple before he sucked it into his warm, wet mouth. A hot ache of need shot down between her legs. She arched into him, and a gasp she couldn't control slipped past her lips.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes." He sucked again and the need tripled. "More. Please. More."

With a murmur against her skin he moved to the other breast, and instead of instantly sucking her nipple into his mouth, he circled it with his tongue, then flicked it and rolled it gently between his teeth. Her hands came up off the comforter and dove into his hair, holding him at her breast, silently begging him to continue. Between her fingers his hair was silky and long enough to grab and hold tight if the need arose.

And boy did she ever hope it arose.

She'd never had a man's tender touch. Never had her breasts paid attention to in a sensuous manner. Never knew they could be so fabulously sensitive when the right man was in command.

Her entire body was on fire. Tingling. Craving more.

This kind of control she was willing to hand over.

Only one problem existed. She wanted to see him. He was a gorgeous man with an incredible body and a sexy tattoo running over his broad shoulder and chest that she wanted to lick. Keeping her eyes closed seemed unfair. Currently he was busy rocking her world so she snuck a peek. Seeing him at her breast, concentrating on what he was doing to make her feel good intensified the sensation.

"Oh."

He looked up. "You cheated."

"It's so much better with my eyes open. I want to see you. I want to touch you."

"Believe me, there's nothing more I want than your hands on me. But right now, there's something I've fantasized about doing to you."

"You've fantasized about me?"

"From the minute I walked into your classroom. You looked so prim and proper and sexy as hell. All I wanted to do was strip you down and get you messy."

"Messy?"

"Hot. Wet." He gave her nipple a lazy stroke with his tongue. "And sweaty."

"Sweaty?" Totally new concept for her.

"Mmm hmm. But right now let's focus on . . . wet."

He slid his way down her body, kissing her stomach, her hips, and sliding her panties off. Then he cupped his hand beneath her bottom and kissed her pubic area. She didn't panic, but she froze.

"Jordan . . . I've never . . ."

"I know, baby." He kissed the apex of her thighs and . . . hmmm . . . fancy that. Her legs just parted all on their own like they knew exactly what was about to happen.

"And I promise I'll make it good for you," he said.

When he kissed the inside of each thigh she held her breath. Then he gently parted her feminine folds with his thumbs.

"Mmmm." He moaned. "So pretty." His warm, wet tongue slowly licked across her slick flesh, and a jolt of white-­hot pleasure curled all the way up into her chest and down to her toes.

So, so, so much better than a vibrator.

His moan of approval pulsated against her skin while he teased, licked, and sucked the sensitive flesh. He made her come alive and she grasped at everything she could get her hands on-­his hair, shoulders, the bedding, her own hair. A sizzling heat caught fire to all the nerve endings in her body and she exploded. The jolt rendered her speechless but for a lusty groan that came from somewhere deep inside she never even knew existed. As she spiraled even higher, one single word burst from her lips.



       
         
       
        

"Jordan!"

Moments later as every muscle turned to jelly, he moved back up her body and propped himself over her. His huge erection pressed against that flesh he'd just caught on fire and he moved his body in a way that kept the sensation going. He kissed her and she parted her lips to let his talented tongue slide inside.

While they kissed, he moved that hard-­muscled sexy body against hers and it didn't take long for that needy ache to reappear.

She filled her hands with his strong back and firm buttocks while he moved against her. But when she thought he'd push inside, he didn't.

"That was a first?" His deep voice rumbled against her breasts, waking them up like they had a connection straight between her legs.

"Yes." Should she feel embarrassed? She didn't. She felt . . . amazing. But she wanted more. She wanted him.

He grinned down at her. "Then here's your second."