Absentminded Angel(Divine Creek Ranch 20)(62)

With seductive slowness, he skimmed his palms up her inner thighs, sending a trail of sizzling shivers through her as he parted them, licking his lips as if he planned to devour her. He held her gaze as he lowered his upper body, his intent all too clear. He startled a gasp from her as he wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her body the rest of the way to his mouth.

Raised from the bed like that, she had no control, and she didn’t want any as he pressed his hot mouth to her pussy. Latching onto her already throbbing clit, he brought her to the edge of orgasm with three torturously slow passes of his tongue.

“Jared! Oh, God!” she cried out as her body bowed with tension. “Please!”

He growled deep as he drew her flesh into his mouth hard once more. Thunder rumbled outside as her climax detonated, wave upon heated wave of sensation, leaving her blissfully boneless. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he sat up, looking like a god with his muscles rippling in the golden light. The sheen of sweat covered his skin and he panted as he stared into her eyes. The head of his cock nudged briefly at her entrance. He groaned and let his head fall back as he sheathed himself in her with one forceful thrust. Desperate for something to hold on to, she grasped the backs of his thighs and arched her body, needing the fulfillment just out of her grasp as he moved with her. He held to his position, allowing her only minimal leverage as he fucked her with long, smooth strokes. His cock was so hot and wickedly thick inside her that it only took a few strokes before she was coming again, rocking against him, squeezing him tight enough to draw a groan from him as the orgasm rolled through her whole body.

“I love the way you fuck me, Jared. Love the way you take control. You feel so good, so big and hard.”

He dropped his body to hers, balancing on his elbows at her shoulders and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Finally she was able to wrap herself around him. Squeezing him with her muscles, she rocked against him with abandon until she lost control of her movements. Another climax rolled through her, followed by a wave of deep bliss so strong all she could do was hold on to him.

He lifted up just enough to gaze at her as he fucked her with sure, hard strokes, the intensity of his pleasure showing in the planes of his handsome face and the set of his mouth. His sharp gasp signaled his orgasm. She watched in fascination, stroking his cheekbone as his expression slackened and his lips parted with a vulnerable sounding groan. His cock twitched with each spurt of his semen and she welcomed every drop, welcomed his pleasure and his release.

He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and drew in a shaky breath. “Holy shit.” Suddenly he lifted his head. “Did I hurt you?”

Her only answer was her soft laughter.

“I’ll take that as a no. I hope we didn’t wake the baby.”

She’d been listening with half an ear for him the whole time, thanks to mommy radar, and she shook her head, feeling very thankful. “He didn’t make a peep. I think the storm has lulled him deep asleep.”

Her nipple tingled as he let out a slow puff of air on it, and she felt the way his cheek shifted as though he smiled and then kissed the tightened peak and gave it a soft lick. He made a soft sound of appreciation in the back of his throat.

“Did I drench you?” she asked with a giggle.

“I guess I did a good job if you didn’t notice.”

“You guess? My entire body is one big throb.”

He shifted to look up at her, and his chest hair dragged against her sensitive breasts. “We’re more damp with sweat than anything, and your skin tastes like honey.”

“Sweet talker.”

He lifted up so he was braced by his hands but their bodies were still connected. She tightened her thighs and her pussy quivered around his shaft, drawing another breathy groan from him.

“Fuck, that feels incredible.” He held her down and kissed her slowly, licking at her lower lip and brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

With a groan of regret, he finally withdrew and padded naked to the living room, she presumed to blow out all the candles and check the fireplace to make sure the screen was closed, and then she heard him in the kitchen. When he returned he had a glass of water. “Drink. You sounded a little hoarse.” Surprised by his thoughtfulness, she took the glass and drank as he said, “I peeked in on Whit. He’s curled up with his bear and sleeping like a rock.”

When he climbed back into bed with her, she curled up to him, needing his warmth and the solidity of his presence. She missed Kendry and wished he was there, too, but there was something undeniably precious about this time alone with Jared.

It’s called love, honey.