He growled. “You keep looking at me like that and they’ll definitely be a repeat of yesterday.”
Jackie sucked in air and immediately flipped over, presenting him with her back. She heard his soft curse and twisted the sheet in her fist. It wasn’t his words that had caused her to react so stupidly. It was mortification at being caught staring at his groin and the desire that had turned her mouth into a desert. She wanted him. Bad. So bad that her body practically shook with it. Despite the heat scorching through her veins, she burrowed deeper under the covers and closed her eyes, praying for a sleep that was a long-time coming.
Chapter Fourteen
Zan woke in the night to the sweetest and most erotic sensation. He must have fallen asleep because he’d been dreaming of Jackie. Again. God he was exhausted. Ever since meeting the prickly doctor, he’d done little more than toss and turn on tangled sheets, thinking of Jackie, wanting her. Each night he either relived snapshots of their encounters, from the frustrating confrontations at her denial of their mate status to the way her taste exploded on his tongue, or imagined new and passion-filled scenarios.
But in this dream Jackie took charge, her small hands cool against his heated flesh as she stroked his body to awareness. Dancing those delicate fingers down, down to where he throbbed with aching need. He was so turned on he was afraid he’d embarrass himself in a damn dream. Then her lips closed around his cock, sucking him deep and the instinctive jerk of his hips brought him to full awareness.
His breath was harsh and jagged as he peered through slitted eyes into the dark room. An unbelievably hot, naked, and gorgeous woman straddled one of his thighs, one hand splayed over his abdomen while her other wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in tandem as her lips glided over his engorged flesh.
He groaned as pleasure drenched him. He’d been touched plenty, but something about her hands, her lips, felt different, more sensual, more powerful.
She’s our mate.
The thick fall of her hair partially hid the erotic sight, though the feel of the soft strands brushing his thighs and belly only added to the sensuous delight. When she did something wonderfully wicked with her tongue he arched helplessly into her.
“God, angel. What are you doing?” He slid a hand through her hair. Not to stop her. Oh, hell no. He wanted to touch her. He always wanted to touch her. Of course the unobstructed view of his shaft clamped between her lips was only a bonus. Really.
She peered up at him through her lashes, the provocative sight almost enough to make him blow his wad. “If you don’t know, you’ve been with the wrong women.”
His fingers flexed on her head when she took him back into the haven of her mouth, his eyes crossing when she used the tip of her tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of his cock. Another groan escaped. “Fuck. I know what you’re doing. But you said no.”
Once again she paused, slanting him an amused look. She blew softly over his glistening flesh and he shivered. “That was then, this is now. Do you mind? I’m a little too busy to talk.”
He actually took a moment to think about it, knowing if she continued he wouldn’t last much longer. His balls were already tight, the need to come rising to critical levels. And while the image of spilling in her mouth had his toes curling with anticipation, he wanted to be deep inside her body when he came… after a taste of his own.
Moving so fast the motion was a blur, he switched their positions so that Jackie lay on her back and Zan knelt between her thighs. This time it was her hand that brushed over his hair. “What are you doing?”
Zan flashed a lascivious grin that matched the lift of one wicked eyebrow. “If you don’t know, you’ve been with the wrong men.”
She was still wearing her panties but the thin material was no barrier for his marauding mouth. The scent of her arousal had teased him all damn day. It had been nothing less than torture to remain stuck in that car, scenting her need with every breath he took. Then her damn denials, again. He was mighty sick of the word “no” and now, given another opportunity, he wasn’t going to throw it away by ending it all to soon.
He laid his lips over the damp fabric, pressed his tongue to the very heart of her. Jackie made a small sound and clenched his head.
Grinning, he brushed aside the panties and found himself fixated on the glistening flesh, so pink, so pretty, and so damn wet for him that he growled. Then he feasted, devouring the flavor of her like the sweetest treat, because to him she was. His tongue flashed over her clit in raspy caresses while his thumb teased the entrance of her sex, spreading her juices over her folds and into his mouth.