With her dress half off her shoulders and falling to her waist, Jared paused in kissing her to remove the rest of her clothing. No raging lover, tearing at each hook. This touch lingered and fondled as if he’d never found such beauty before, never passed his hands over a surface so fascinating.
He cherished off her dress, his hands trailing along her arm, over the curve of her waist, the slope of her hips. With exquisite care, he drew off her hose, lingering over her thighs. Tenderly, he skimmed his hand over her knee, cupping her calf in his palm, circling her ankle. Unexpectedly, he bent to press a kiss to the sole of her foot.
Leaning back on her elbows on the bed, Kelsey found herself holding her breath lest she break the enchantment of this shadowed moment. He knelt before her, smoothing down her stocking, his hand large and warm on her foot. Lifting it, Jared kissed her ankle…and the inside of her knee.
He caressed her sensitive inner thigh with his mouth, trailing a damp path northward, his breath warm on her. Finding the barrier of her panties, he straightened, tugging her upright.
“When I’m at the office,” he said, his hands working at the hooks of her bra, “I think about you. About how perfectly your breasts fit into my hands.”
Discarding her restricting lingerie, he suited his actions to his words, his thumbs brushing over her taut nipples. “How perfect you are. You feel…so good.”
Kelsey sank back to sit on the edge of the bed.
From his position, kneeling before her, he bent forward, his tongue flicking over one puckered crest and then the other. “There are no words in any language I know to describe how you taste. So sweet and so hot.”
Tugging her up from the bed again, he skimmed her panties down her legs, still that erotic stroke of his hands on her, the smoothing of her bottom. He steadied her as she stepped out of the last scrap of her clothing.
On the floor before her, he was fully clothed. Too fully clothed. She reached for his tie and loosened it. Distracted by the brush of his fingers over her belly, the tug of his teeth nipping gently at her breast, she persevered, opening his shirt, pushing off his jacket. Soon he was before her, his torso bared in the half-light from the window.
Not a man who worked with his hands, he still stripped down beautifully, his body warm and muscled. She ran her palms over him, over his shoulders and biceps, the flat planes of his chest.
Jared cupped her buttocks in both hands and pulled her against his body, her naked breasts against his bare chest, his strong arms encircling her. Nestling her face into the crook of his shoulder, she licked him, tasting salt and man.
There were still his pants to lose. Sliding her hands down his chest, she loosened his belt, unzipped him and pushed his trousers down. Returning the favor, she reached around and cupped him through his briefs, drawing them together tightly, his arousal hard through the thin cotton knit.
He held her in his arms, his hands brushing at her back, tracing her spine, skating to the hollow of her back, to the flare of her hips. Moving against him, her breasts against his chest, her mouth on his neck, his shoulder, his earlobe, she did her level best to incite the beast.
Jared made her long, made her yearn. Made every touch precious, every moment golden. She wanted him so badly her hands were shaking as she pulled on his briefs.
Stepping back from her, he shed his one remaining barrier and came to her where she stood by the bed. He urged her back on the bed, smoothing his hand down her belly to tangle in the curls between her legs.
She moaned, unable to stop the breathless, betraying sound. Tantalizing, teasing, he stroked her, his mouth on hers, his scent surrounding her. The tight coil of wanting brightened inside her till she could hear the harshness of her breath in her throat, but she held back. Next to her, his face was planes and angles in the shadowed light, harsh intensity in his expression, taut and rapt.
Stroking a hand along his thigh, Kelsey cupped him. Hot and aroused, he stilled at her touch and then began moving against her hand, slowly thrusting as if he couldn’t help himself.
Never before had she been so aware of having power with a man, of having the means to send him over the edge with the slightest squeeze of her fingers or flick of her tongue. Her body next to his, her heart wide open, she leaned forward, stroking the full length of him. Somehow in this darkened room, their breath mingled, their souls as entangled as their bodies, they’d forged a link, a reflection of the merging of their lives.
“Don’t!” he said, the word breathless with effort. “I need to be inside you, all wet and welcomed.”
Rolling over on his back, Jared urged her to mount him, straddling his rock hard, glistening arousal. Her hands at his shoulders, Kelsey lowered herself onto him, inch by wondrous inch, till he was sheathed in her, tight and perfect.