Seaside Sunsets(21)

“Is this our third date?” Her eyes darkened, narrowed seductively.

“Hell, yes. Hungry?”

“Only for you.” She pressed her lips together and smiled that Cupid-like smile that shot straight to his heart and nearly killed him every time.

He settled his mouth over the pulse point on her neck, feeling the quickening beneath his tongue. She fisted her hand in his hair and held him to her. He kissed and sucked a path along her collarbone, up along her jaw, to her mouth once again. The urgent kiss was rough and greedy. He needed her more than he’d needed her five seconds earlier. With her pressed against the door, one hand on her ass, he drew her camisole over her head and tossed it away.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He took her breast in his mouth, loving first one nipple, then the other, bringing them both to taut peaks as she pressed his mouth harder to her breast.

“More, Jamie. Oh God, you feel so good.”

He grazed his teeth over her nipple, licking, tasting, sucking hard as she rocked her hips against him.

“Bedroom,” she said in a heated breath.

He carried her into the bedroom, but before lying her on the bed, he cupped the back of her neck and gazed into her eyes.

“I want more than this with you, Jess. So much more. More than a day, more than a night. More than just sex.”

He sealed his lips over hers and brought her back down to the mattress. The sheets were still warm. He reached behind him and ripped his tee over his head, then reached for the button on his jeans. She came up on her knees and put her fingers on his.

“Let me.” She licked her lips and it did him in.

She kept an eye on him as she unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them so slowly he nearly tore them off for her. He forced himself to be patient. She hooked her fingers in the hips of his jeans and in one forceful tug they were down to his thighs, his eager arousal an inch from her lips. With her eyes trained on his, she licked him base to tip, sending a bolt of heat right through him. He watched, barely breathing as she wrapped her slender hand around his thick length. The sight, and feel, of her stroking him, licking the tip, then burying him in her mouth, had him on the verge of coming. She clutched his hips and drew them forward and back as she took almost all of him in, and he felt the back of her throat again and again.

It was the most titillating and beautiful sight he’d ever seen, and his carnal desires took over. He pulled out from between her beautiful, sensuous lips. She stuck her lower lip out in a pout and drew her eyebrows together.

“Hey.” She wrapped her hand around him again and swallowed him deep.

He clenched his teeth against the need to come and fisted his hands in her hair, drawing her forward and back once, twice, then pulling out completely and stepping from his jeans.

“I’ve got to have you, Jess.”

He lifted her to her feet beside the bed and took one breast in his mouth, sucking hard, testing the waters. She held his head against her again, moaning for more. He used his teeth, teasing her as he slid his hand beneath her panties, down between her legs, to her hot, wet center.

“Yes, more, Jamie.”

He slid his fingers inside her velvety heat at the same time he squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb and took her other breast in his mouth. She cried out and he released her nipple.

“Sorry, babe.”

She pulled him back to her breast. “More. Harder. I’m so close.”

Oh, hell yes. She liked it rough, which suited him just fine. He kissed her hard as he thrust his fingers deep and pinched her nipple. She grabbed his ass and pressed his erection against her belly.

“Look at me, Jess,” he said against her lips. “I want to see you when you come.”

Jessica opened her eyes, their tongues still stroking each other, his fingers moving deep and fast inside her. Her eyes narrowed, fluttered closed, then sprang open again as she cried out into his mouth and dug her nails into his ass. Her body shivered and shook, pulsated around his fingers. When she drew back, panting, still holding a handful of his ass, Jamie took a step back. He had to drink her in. Bare from the waist up, her pert nipples pink from his touch, she was reaching for him, heaving with every needy breath, and his fingers were still buried inside her.

“You’re too fucking beautiful.” He tore her panties off.

She reached for him, and he was ready, aching to be inside her, but he needed more of her. He wanted to make her come again, to let her feel all of the desire that had built over the last few days, so when she finally took him in, she wasn’t rushed or anxious, but ready. So ready he could take his fill. He slid one hand beneath her hair and tugged her neck back; her lips opened to him with a rush of air. His other hand circled her body, and he slid his fingers between her cheeks from behind, then buried his tongue in her mouth, tempting her until she was trembling with need again. Her breathing hitched. He spread her legs with his thighs, feeling her body quake beneath his touch, and then he slid down her body, licking her from sternum to belly button. He dragged his tongue along the sweet skin above her pubic bone, smelling her luscious scent, needing to taste her. With one hand still teasing her from behind, he ran his tongue along her sensitive, wet skin.

“Yes,” she commanded.

He stroked her again with his tongue, and she gripped his shoulders, her body quivering against him.

“You’re so sweet, so deliciously responsive to my touch.”

He used his hand to tease the swollen bundle of nerves he knew would send her over the edge again as he loved her with his mouth. She fisted his hair again and tugged—heightening his arousal even more with the mix of pleasure and pain—and held him firmly against her. There was no place he’d rather be than pleasuring her with his mouth and hands, priming her for his full, heated desire. He felt the orgasm rolling in. Her thighs tensed and her nails dug into his skin. She stopped breathing for a second; then her head fell back and her hips bucked as her inner muscles pulsated time and time again, and his name sailed from her lips in a cry of pleasure so vibrant and wonderful it filled his chest.

“Don’t…stop.”

He licked and sucked. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I’ll never stop.”

He felt the tension ease in her thighs and he carried her to the bed, then set his mouth on her again. In seconds she was coming again, her head tossed from side to side as she gasped time and time again. He reached for his jeans to retrieve a condom and she grabbed his arm.

“Make love to me,” she pleaded.

“Protection,” was all he could manage.

“On the pill. I need you, Jamie. Now, please.”

He settled his hips over hers, feeling her heat and wetness on the tip of his arousal.

“You’re sure?” He always used condoms, but he wanted to feel her so badly he wasn’t about to turn her down.

“More than anything I’ve ever been sure of in my life. Please, Jamie. Don’t make me wait.”

He sealed his lips over hers, slid his hand beneath her thigh and lifted her knee up beside his hip as he slid into her. She was so incredibly tight that it took effort to enter her. Too much effort. He forced his mind to focus, stilled his movements, and searched her eyes.

“Jess. Have you done this before?”

She nodded. “Once.”

Oh, dear Lord. “Once?” Guilt coiled deep in his belly. She must have seen it in his eyes, because she reached up with both hands and touched his cheeks.

“I’m not a virgin. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She was smiling, and the depth of emotion in her eyes brought his forehead to hers.

“I was aggressive. I shouldn’t have been so rough. Jesus, Jess, you deserve sweet tenderness.” He was panting. She felt so damn good, he was nearly ready to come, but now he worried. She deserved slow loving, and he figured they’d get to that, but if he’d known, he wouldn’t have rushed it, and he definitely would have led with more care.

“I wanted it just like this. With you. I didn’t want sweet tenderness. I mean, I do, but this is exactly what I dreamed it would be like making love with you. I’m happy, Jamie.” She leaned up and kissed him, arching her hips, taking in more of him.

“You said you were on the pill. You touched me like you’d done it a million times. I just assumed…” I’m an asshole. I know better than to assume.

“I’m on the pill to regulate my cycle. I touched you like my heart told me to, not out of practiced precision. It’s embarrassing to admit I haven’t done those things.”

He kissed her softly, brought his hands under her and cradled her head. “Baby, you have to tell me these things so I don’t hurt you, or ask you to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

She nibbled her lower lip and nodded. “Okay.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed with me. I adore you. I want to bring you pleasure in every way, sexually, in our daily life, but I have to trust that you’ll clue me in on things.” He touched his forehead to hers again.

“I promise. I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

“You didn’t—that’s a harsh word. I just—I like you so damn much, Jess. I want to do all the right things.”

“Then make love to me how you want to. Hard, slow, fast, whatever your heart tells you to. Jamie, I wish you were my first.”