Unsure of how to respond, she lazily lifted her mouth to his, tasting the saline as they kissed. He placed a soft kiss on her lips. His tongue swept between her parted lips and gently caressed the scar hidden inside.
She tensed.
“Is that from him?”
JC gave one soft nod.
“I won’t ever lay a hand on you.”
“I know,” she whispered. Sitting naked in his lap, she couldn’t ignore the heat and hard pressure of him beneath her. Currents pulsed under her skin where they touched.
“I can wait, darlin’, if you’re not ready for this yet.”
“Wait?” She protested, wriggling against the thickness of him, the wet friction bringing her back to a full-blown simmer. “Please don’t make me wait. You already made me feel better than I ever have before and I want to make love to you, Reed.” Her voice was on the verge of pleading.
Playfulness glimmered in his eyes. “Are you whining?”
Pathetically, she nodded. Any woman would’ve at that moment.
“We’re just getting started.” His fingers lazily traced her jaw. “I’m gonna take you to a place you’ve never been, JC Mathews, and you won’t need your passport to get there. You’re never gonna want to leave.”
Every word he spoke rang true. Her heart pounded at the realization that this was different. Reed was unlike any man she’d ever known. Her feelings pulsed through her, one emotion at a time. Every feature of his face made her look deeper. Every touch of his skin lit a fire raging within. Every word from his lips drew her closer.
He rolled her onto her back, kissing her chest and shoulders and with hot licks and nibbles, avoiding her neckline. JC cupped his jaw, guiding him to her throat. He hesitated briefly before burying his mouth against the cradle of her neck.
A trail of kisses blazed down her body from neck to thigh. He licked into her, feasting off her until she thought she might die from raw need.
“Reed.” She tugged at his arms until he hovered above her, resting on the palms of his hands.
A devilish laugh filtered through the quiet room. Anxiously, she thrust upward. He withheld, rubbing the hard ridge of his swollen head against her slick center. She ached to the bone with desire and need. JC slipped her arms around his back, grasping to his shoulders.
“Reed, please, I need you now,” she pleaded, her voice full of desperation. JC twisted her face against his shoulder to hide her growing embarrassment.
“Darlin’, didn’t you ask for my assistance?” A labored chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “I pride myself on being thorough.”
He tormented her until she thought she might ignite from the fire building between her thighs. Just when she thought she’d never survive his vexingly delicious foreplay, Reed eased lower into the syrupy heat. JC squeezed her eyes shut, digging her nails into the dense muscles flanking his spine. Her body tensed at the fullness.
His movements halted, causing her to writhe beneath him.
“JC?”
Her lids popped open. Reed greeted her with dazzling blue heat.
“Eyes on me, darlin’. I want to see your face when I take you to heaven.”
A wary smile ticked the corner of her mouth. “Always, Reed.”
JC thought she might combust from emotional overload. Pleasure clouded his eyes as he claimed her slowly, in inches, allowing her time to accept the full length of him. She squirmed, yielding to the thickness. Her legs spread wider, allowing him to sink deeper.
JC pulled his head down to hers, kissing him with shameless hunger. She moaned out his name beneath the vigor of their kiss. Her core clenched at the hard flesh as he thrust rhythmically with disciplined strokes.
“Feel good, darlin’?” he asked.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” Her hips rose and tilted, taking all he had to offer.
The delicious friction of his tireless pace took JC to new heights. With every rock of his hips, she faded deeper into Reed, allowing herself to become fully absorbed in the intimate act as they melted together into one.
Tremors rushed through her as he possessed her body completely. She sensed his excitement, his hunger and longing. It rippled through him like electricity. Sensations inside her curled to their peak. For the first time, she’d feel a man come inside her. JC’s heart slammed vehemently in her chest and spasms tumbled over her in waves as she came. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out his name, riding out her orgasm in long voluptuous jolts of pleasure.
Reed waited until the last spasm slipped away from her body. As she stared up at him through gasps of breath, he thrust deep. His body strained and shuddered with his own release. “JC,” he groaned.
JC thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Prior to Reed, she only thought she enjoyed sex. In truth, it was the only time she allowed herself to make a connection with a man, even if only physical. Making love to this man was phenomenal, mind-blowing, life altering sex.