“The lady calls the shots.” He unfastened the pink satin bra she wore while she unzipped his pants.
“Mmm.” She shoved aside his boxers and wrapped her hand around him. Her cool skin felt so damn good on his hot flesh.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, her pale skin tinged pink as he bent to lick a path down the valley between them. Her breath caught in her throat and her hand tightened around him.
The heat scorching through him spiked a few more degrees. He could run for miles without getting winded, but one touch from this woman had his lungs heaving as though he’d been doing sprints for an hour.
He backed her into the couch, only two steps away so that he honored her preference not to go anywhere. When her calves bumped into the sofa, he tipped her until she fell into the cushions.
Easing her hand out of his pants, he undressed her as fast as possible. And damn but he hoped he’d have more chances to enjoy the view. Now, he could only follow the dictates of his body that demanded Heather all around him as soon as possible.
When she was naked, he shoved off his pants, his eyes never leaving her. Her pupils dilated, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
“For me?” She ran her finger up the vein at the center of his shaft while he looked for a condom in his pants pocket.
A damn impossible task when his eyes were crossed. Thankfully he could find the thing based on feel. He came up with the packet and slapped it on the sofa beside her.
But first, he needed one quick taste…
“Oh!” She cried out when his tongue touched the slick heat of her sex.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, her whole body arching up off the couch in immediate response. He stroked her with slow swipes of his tongue, listening to the way her breathing shifted into high gear. She covered her mouth with one hand, muffling the soft whimpers of pleasure that hummed from her throat.
“Please.” She panted as if to catch her breath. “I’m going to lose it in another minute and I want you deep inside me when I do.”
He stretched over her, retrieving the condom. Heather kissed his neck, his cheek, his shoulder, anywhere she could reach while he opened the packet. She helped him roll it on, her knuckles brushing his abs. His muscles twitched in response.
He planted one leg between hers, parting her thighs. She whispered his name in a feverish little chant, urging him on when he was already half out of his mind for her.
He entered her in one deep thrust, and he watched as her eyes lost focus and her head tipped back in total abandon. Giving herself to him completely.
Her legs wound around him, her heels clamped on the backs of his thighs. She curved her hips into his, meeting his thrusts, her fingers clutching his shoulders.
His world narrowed until it was filled only with her. Her wants, her sighs, her body clenching his tight. He wrapped her in his arms, wanting her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her pressed into him.
Her spine arched with his touch and he cradled her thigh with his other hand, holding her steady against the heat, the force that pounded through him.
And then her whole body stilled. A high note vibrated in her throat, growing louder until an all-out scream wrenched free. She convulsed with her release, her muscles contracting so tight around him he thought he’d pass out from the pleasure.
Instead he followed her into mind-blowing bliss.
Chapter 5
“Tomorrow would have been my wedding day.”
Jared blinked.
They’d made love a second time and Heather had given him the best sex of his life so he’d been feeling no pain afterward. Maybe he’d fallen asleep and just dreamed the strange words he’d thought he heard her say.
“Jared?” she called to him, finally propping herself up on one elbow beside him in bed. They’d made it to the bedroom the second time, but they’d only gotten as far as an overstuffed chair. Afterward, they’d fallen into the bed, exhausted.
“Yeah?”
“Are you even mildly curious about my wedding date that wasn’t, or should I consider this weekend more of the strictly carnal variety?”
Crap. She must have been talking about her own wedding during the phone call to her sister—half sister—the day before.
“No.” He sat up beside her, his head totally clear and ready to hear what she had to say. “I didn’t plan on today unfolding like this. I had every intention of sleeping at my place and—”
“That’s okay.” Her hair was tousled and sexy as hell. There had to be five shades of brown in there depending on what kind of light she was in. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to sleep anywhere but right here.”
The sheet gaped away from her breasts and he knew one little tug of the cotton flannel would expose her completely. But damn it, that was not the direction he wanted his thoughts to take. And hell, had she meant it about a wedding date?