He set the glass down and turned to her. “I can agree with that wholeheartedly.”
He leaned down to kiss her, pulling her body close. She opened her mouth to his and wound her arms around him. She’d been dying to touch his shoulders and chest since she’d first seen him in a t-shirt. She stroked him through the shirt, wishing it weren’t in her way. As if he could read her thoughts, he pulled away for a moment, and tugged the shirt over his head throwing it on the floor.
He started to pull her back into his arms, but she put a hand against his chest. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you since I first saw you at the airport yesterday,” she whispered. “I want to see you.”
He kicked his shoes off and lay on his back on the bed. “How’s that?” he asked.
“Perfect!” She sat on the bed at his side her hands going to his sparsely haired chest. The dark hair was soft and springy. Her hands threaded through it as she explored his muscles with her fingertips. She leaned over him and kissed him lightly, her hands continuing their exploration.
He lay as still as he could to let her get used to touching him. His body was screaming at him to grab her and pull her down on top of him, but he let her have her way. Finally, she leaned down and pressed herself against him, her hands still kneading the muscles of his shoulders. It was obvious she wanted to feel herself against him, so Jason sat up and took the control back from her.
His hands stroked over the satin of her gown, across her back and finally down to cup her breast. His fingers found her nipple, and he gently rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, never breaking the kiss.
Amanda moaned softly, loving the feel of his hands on her body. She wanted them against her bare skin, though. She reached over and pulled down the strap on her left side, and lowered the gown so that he was touching her skin. She then repeated the action on the right.
He pulled away from the kiss to watch her as he played with her nipple. Her breasts were tipped with dark brown nipples. He had thought they would be a soft pink based on her light coloring. The surprise aroused him even more. He used his free hand to unfasten his jeans and lower the zipper. He didn’t try to release himself, just knew that the jeans were getting way too tight for him to try to keep them fastened.
She stared down at the opening in his jeans with fascination. She’d actually caused a man to get aroused. That was fascinating in and of itself. She’d always thought of herself as completely without sex appeal. She had a hard time believing that this gorgeous man was hard because of her. She reached down a hand into the opening of his jeans, and immediately drew back at his groan.
“No that was a good sound, Mandy. Touch me. Please.” He took her hand and put it back into his jeans.
Her fingers explored the length of him through his boxers. She was surprised at the thickness and the heat coming from him. She pushed his boxers down so that she could feel him without the barrier. She moved her thumb over the tip of his shaft, surprised at the moisture there. She knew technically how all of this worked, but the fact that it was working like it should for her, was a surprise.
He pushed her hand away and surged to his feet, pushing his jeans and boxers off in one swift motion. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet, divesting her of her night gown. She immediately raised her hands to cover herself. “No, I want to see you,” he whispered.
She dropped her hands to her sides, standing in front of him, letting her eyes wander down his body. She felt a burning between her legs where the moisture was pooled. Taking a step forward, she lifted her lips to his, her hands starting at his waist and dropping to his butt, caressing the muscles there.
He pulled back the covers and scooped her off her feet, gently laying her on the bed, and following her down. He lay to her side, his hands moving over her breasts and flat stomach. She was so slender, except for her breasts. They had a fullness that surprised him.
He moved his hand down between her legs, which immediately parted to admit him. Slowly he stroked her inner thighs, up to her center, stroking her sensitive nub. “If I do anything you don’t like, just let me know,” he whispered softly.
She sucked in a breath and let out a quick laugh, “Apparently I like it all. Who knew?”
He grinned and dropped his face to nuzzle her breast while his fingers continued to pluck at her nub. Slowly he pressed one finger inside her, whispering, “I’m glad no one knew. I wouldn’t have wanted all those other men touching my Amazon goddess.”
She started to move her hips to give him better access. He added another finger. “That feels so good,” she told him.