I’d never made love before, and I’d definitely never made out with anyone that made me feel like this. Hell, he wasn’t even kissing me, and I was struggling not to surrender.
As his lips moved over my ear, he asked, “Can I kiss you now?”
Oh, God. No. No. No.
But I wasn’t saying that. I said nothing. Giving in felt like letting him win. And telling him to stop was out of the question, too. I didn’t want him to stop. He felt too good. Like a roller coaster multiplied times one hundred.
His lips moved back over my cheek, inching closer to my mouth.
“I want to touch you.” His words were against my lips now. “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Those words shouldn’t turn me on. But holy hell, they did. My mouth quivered with wanting to take him in. I tasted his breath and wanted to capture and taste all of him. I wanted to fulfill my need.
But my eyes snapped open when I realized that it would fulfill his need, too.
Shit.
I bit down on the corner of my mouth to stifle the ache between my legs, and used my weak muscles to shove him away.
I could barely meet his eyes. He knew he’d gotten to me. He had to know.
“Stay away from me.” I hopped off the car and walked to the passenger side.
I heard his chuckle behind me. “You first.”
Chapter 25
My eyes flutter open with the sudden chill. I am in bed, but a draft caresses my body. Are my French doors open?
Looking around me, I widen my eyes with shock when I notice Jared standing at the foot of my bed with my blanket in his hand.
“Jared?” I wipe my eyes and look at him questioningly. My arms go up to cover my chest, which is hardly modest under a white camisole.
“Don’t,” his husky voice commands me. “Don’t cover yourself.”
I don’t know why I obey. I let my arms fall beside me to the bed. Jared’s intense gaze scours every inch of my body as he drops the blanket to the floor. My skin is seared with his hungry observation, and I can’t seem to get enough air.
His naked chest shimmers in the moonlight coming through my window. He wears black pants, which hang low from his strong, narrow hips.
Leaning down, he wraps his fingers around my ankles and gently eases them apart.
My legs, which are slightly bent at the knee, are now spread and hiding nothing except what is covered by my pink boy shorts.
Bending one knee onto the bed, he lowers himself until each of his hands falls beside my hips. While my knees shake with excited nerves, I watch as his head dips and kisses the top of my thigh. I gasp at the feel of his lips, soft and warm, against my skin. The flip-flop of my stomach is nothing compared to the throbbing at my core.
Why aren’t I stopping him?
I am scared to let him continue but completely in awe of the sensations pouring over my body. I watch him quietly as he trails more kisses, leading inward. The hair on the top of his head brushes my sex, and I grip the bed sheet to keep from wrapping my legs around his body and pressing him into me. His tongue touches my thigh with the next kiss, and the scorching heat of his mouth almost sends me jerking off the bed. I thread my hands through his hair, unable to control myself.
“Jared,” I plead.
He comes to hover over me, looking down into my eyes with fire and need. While his head remains high above, never breaking eye contact, his hips meet mine, and we start moving against each other. I feel him harden through his pants, and I like that I do that to him. My eyes close with the pleasure boiling my blood, and my need for him builds with the friction of his hard-on rubbing between my legs.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp out, the throbbing growing intense deep inside, and I know exactly where I need him to be. I need more of him.
“You’re mine, Tate.” Jared’s right hand holds the side of my chest under my arm, and his thumb strokes my breast.
“Please.” Between his finger on my nipple and the pulsing between my thighs growing faster with our increasing pace, I squeeze my eyes shut, delirious with craving. Our bodies move in a frenzy, and I suck in breath after breath to keep up. I don’t know how long this can go on, but I know we are building to something sweet.
“Say you’re mine,” Jared commands as he grinds into me, harder. Damn, he feels good. He lowers his lips to mine as we breathe each other in. He smells like wind and rain, and fire.
“I…” my voice is lost. I just need a few more seconds.
Oh, God.
“Say it,” Jared pleads against my lips, our bodies flush with each other now. I grab him by the hips and pull him into me as much as our clothes will allow. My body begins to spasm, and I hold my breath waiting for it to come.