Hang Tough(71)

That continual, sensual touch kept him on edge more than if she stroked his cock the same way.

Tobin tugged the tails of her shirt out of her jeans and pulled her away from the door to strip it off her completely, leaving her in just her bra. In the dark, he traced the satin straps down to the lace-edged cups. “I want to see you.” He blindly reached out to the wall until his hand connected with the light switch.

Fluorescent light flooded the room like they’d stepped into a grocery store at midnight. He quickly shut it off. “How about we go to plan B?”

“Does it involve us getting naked?”

“Uh-huh.” He peppered kisses along her collarbone. “And sweaty too.”

“I’m in.”

He smiled against her throat and wrapped his fingers around her upper arms. He shuffled backward—almost as if they were dancing. Once his calves hit the bed he sat on the edge. “Stay just like that for a second.” He reached the lamp on the nightstand. One quick twist and softer light illuminated the room. Then his hands were on her again. Jade was so compact he could almost span her waist with his big hands. “Kick your shoes off.”

After Jade took off her heels, her chest was nearly at his mouth level.

Tobin slid his hands around her sides and up her back to undo the clasp of her bra.

She shrugged her shoulders, letting the bra fall halfway down, but with the angle of her head, her hair covered her chest.

“Jade. Move your hair so I can see you.”

“There’s not much to see,” she said softly.

He swept her hair over her shoulder. Her breasts were on the small side, but perfectly shaped. In the center of that gentle rise of smooth caramel-colored skin was a dark brown nipple. “Hell yeah, that’s what I want.” He urged her forward and opened his mouth on her nipple, closed his lips around it and sucked.

“Oh my god.”

He used his mouth, his hands, his teeth on those sweet little tits, until she writhed and arched and whimpered.

Everything he did to her, she said, “Yes, more!” He thought she might’ve had a tiny O with the way she squeezed her thighs together.

Tobin dragged openmouthed kisses down her belly and unbuttoned her jeans. He murmured, “Off,” and helped her shove them down her legs to her ankles.

Jade smoothed her hands over his hair and tipped his head back to look into his eyes. “Tobin. Why are you shaking?”

“Tryin’ to keep myself from tossing you on the bed and fucking you hard enough to break the bedframe.”

“I’d like to see you try.” She bent down and kissed him. Hungrily. Greedily.

When he was out of breath and filled with the taste of her, she backed off.

Keeping her eyes on his, she reached between them and flicked open the button on his jeans. “Off.” She immediately sidestepped him as soon as he stood.

Tobin watched as she pulled the bedcovers back and stretched out on the white sheets, clearly waiting for him. First he took out his wallet, removed a condom and flicked it at her.

She caught it, held it between her teeth and waggled her eyebrows.

Crazy woman. He grinned and shed his pants.

Jade’s eyes zeroed in on his dick. Her mouth dropped open and the condom fell out. “Tobin. Is that what women mean when they say, ‘He’s hung like a horse’?”

Jesus. He blushed. Then he felt stupid for it and crawled across the mattress above her. “I haven’t had any complaints. But how about we go to plan C?” He rolled onto his back and brought her on top of him, body to body with his cock pressed between them. He curled one hand around the back of her head and squeezed her ass with the other as he kissed her.

Jade’s stiff posture relaxed as he fed her slow, drugging kisses. She lowered her knees to the mattress, creating space between them so she could get to his cock.

He silently breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn’t shy. But if she kept stroking him like that, they’d have a repeat of the hallway incident. Trailing his lips to her ear, he rasped, “Put the condom on me.”

She pushed upright, ripped the package open and rolled the latex down. She checked out the wrapper and mouthed “Magnum” before tossing it aside. Flattening her palms by his head, she smiled shyly. “Got any ridin’ tips, cowboy? Because I’ve never done it this way.”

Sweet baby Jesus she was killing him. “Do what feels good. And I’m very good at takin’ direction, so don’t hesitate to tell me exactly what you need.”

“Same goes.” Jade scooted back and took him in, inch by inch.

Tobin kept his hands on her hips, letting his thumbs track across her hip bones as that wet heat enveloped him. He gritted his teeth when she stopped a couple of times and pulled back, because she was really fucking tight. And, well, he wasn’t small.