A Better Man(79)

"I won't scream." Because she knew with him, she had nothing to fear except maybe falling for him fast and hard.

A smirk lifted his mouth. "We'll see about that."

Jordan wanted her with an urgency he couldn't ever remember feeling before.

Maybe it was just the chase. Maybe he was being too bold to assume she wanted this. If she'd told him no instead of confirming she wouldn't scream he'd never have gone caveman. Fortunately he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't slow down or stop. It was still all about her. If tonight was a repeat of last night and he ended up taking matters into his own hand afterward, so be it. But the way her hungry eyes roamed his body and the fact that she was voluntarily staying put on that bed gave him a proceed-­until-­otherwise-­noted signal.

"You want to run, Lucy?"

She shook her head. "But tonight I do want to touch."

Had she not licked her lips at the end of that statement his knees wouldn't have nearly buckled from the white-­hot flash of need.

"Tonight it's your call." He lifted his hands in surrender. "We do anything you want."

"Anything?" She looked up at him from behind her glasses. "Even if I'm not sure what I'm doing?"

"Baby, as long as it makes you feel good, that's all that matters."

"So I can explore all I want?" She came up to her knees and ran her soft palms up his chest. "I can be the boss?"

Holy shit.

Stuttered breath clogged his lungs and every muscle in his body tightened.

"You can be and do whatever you want." He threaded his hand through the side of her silky hair and pressed his mouth to hers in a tongue-­tangling, teeth-­nipping kiss. The little purr that came from her throat went straight to his head like a double shot of Patrón. "As long as it's with me."

Her head tilted as she dropped her gaze to his chest. "So it's okay if I do this?" With a hum of pleasure her fingertips walked down his pecs, circled his hard nipples, and gently plucked them. Her touch sent a jolt of urgency into his erection and it was all he could do to keep from taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock.



       
         
       
        

"You're the boss," he managed through gritted teeth. Her sensuous experimental touch was probably going to kill him. But at least he'd die with a smile on his face.

"Oh good." Next her fingers danced down his abs and gripped his hips. "I think I'm going to like being in control."

He would have expressed his delight but she leaned forward and slowly licked his stomach from his belly button downward. Then her fingers tentatively touched his cock. It jumped at the contact and she gasped.

"Did I do that?"

"Uh-­huh." Oh good, he was reduced to muttered responses. Pretty soon the anticipation would melt him into a big needy puddle at her feet.

She touched him again, this time wrapping her fingers around him with one warm hand while cupping his testicles in the other. His need for her was ruthless. Primitive. But with the eager curiosity on her face he knew he'd suffer to give her whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it, and for however long she needed it.

If he could manage to hold out that long.

In a momentary break that allowed him to catch his breath, she took off her glasses and set them on the nightstand. "I've never done this before . . . of my own free will."

"I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to do." He cupped her chin in his hand, looked into her eyes, and captured every subtle shift and flicker of emotion. "You know that, right?"

She nodded. "I've never wanted to do this . . . until now. With you."

Jesus, she was killing him.

He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and just hold her. Protect her. But then she surrounded the base of his cock with her fingers, lowered her head, and licked the full length. A moan rumbled from his chest and he felt her smile against his tight skin.

For a while she touched, tested, and teased until he was nearly out of his mind with voracious need. When she finally took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around him, he nearly exploded. Miraculously he kept his hands to gentle touches of her arms, neck, and shoulders. He didn't grab her by the hair and push into her mouth. He let her control what she wanted and how much.

For the first time in his life he had to try and think of something else so she could explore him at her leisure. Toughest damn thing he'd ever had to do when everything male inside him wanted to push her back on the bed and bury himself between her legs.