I couldn’t bear to let her go, even for the brief moment it would take to lower us both to the mattress. I sat on the edge of the bed with Jen straddling my lap, back to worshipping her lips with mine.
Who knew kissing could be this devastating?
With a mumble of “About damn time,” she let her hands travel—down my ribs, ghosting over my abdomen, and gathering the bottom of my shirt in her fingers. She started a slow slide upward, gliding her palms along my skin until the fabric was bunched across my chest and could go no further.
I pushed her blouse off her shoulders, and when she let it slide over her arms to the floor behind her, I peeled off my tee. One layer to go until glorious skin-on-skin, and hesitation was not in my vocabulary any longer. I finally unhooked that bra clasp, slowly separating the pieces to reveal the most perfect breasts ever created.
Her rosy nipples were already pebbled and tight, begging for my attention, but we were still in the wrong position. I couldn’t think of an easy way to get her under me—Christ, I couldn’t really think at all. So I eased onto my back and left her in charge.
Once again, she was reading my mind. With a slow striptease, she shrugged off one strap, then the other, and crawled up my body to dangle her nipples right where I wanted them to be.
Molding my hands around her, I prolonged my own torture, dragging my thumbs over the hard points again and again. Jen was quivering above me, her head thrown back, gasps of pleasure getting louder with each pass of my thumbs.
Then I took a nipple between my lips, and I swear to God, she screamed. With a stroke of my tongue, her arms shook, and when I added a little nip with my teeth, they buckled completely.
Sweet fucking lord.
I wasn’t immune to the carnage I was inflicting on her body. Could there be a more perfect partner for me than Jensen MacKenzie? It was as if her every reaction was designed to ratchet up my arousal. The pulse beat through me like a bass drum, and if I didn’t at least lower the zipper on my pants, I could be doing permanent damage.
But freeing Willy had to be all Jen’s idea, or it wasn’t happening. I rolled us to the side, trapping her underneath me, and began a campaign to render her senseless. Gently rolling her nipples between my fingers, I steadily increased the pressure, learning what she liked, how much she could take. When her hips began to roll, I took one of those tight, pink points between my lips again, nipping and sucking until she was gasping for air.
Despite my best efforts, Jensen had retained enough of her wits to try to drive me out of my own. One fist was buried in my hair, pulling to the point of sweet pain, the other played over my zipper, pressing and kneading. I was grunting as she moaned, and it really was high time for more naked.
Keeping up the suction on her nipple, I slid one hand down to cup her between the legs and squeezed. Her hips jerked off the mattress, pressing deeper into my palm. She didn’t object as I undid the fastenings on her jeans, sliding a finger down into her panties to find she was incredibly wet.
Her hips sought my hand again, and I teased over her entrance, pulling back before I could get carried away. She whimpered an objection, and though I knew what she wanted, we were about to cross one of the lines of no retreat, and I needed her permission to take it any further.
I kissed my way back up her neck, raising up on my hands to look down at her face. “Jen?”
Her breath was coming in little bursts and when she opened her eyes, they were glazed. “Jesus, Tack, just take them off. Take everything off before I die down here.”
Well then.
I stood and peeled her panties and jeans down over her hips, her thighs, and finally off completely, sending up a silent prayer of thanks to the gods of stretch denim for making the job so easy.
I paused, not to punish her, but just because, tracing every exquisite curve and plane with my gaze.
She took my breath away.
Jen shifted her legs, then her arms, acting uncertain what to do next.
That made me smile. My feisty, impatient little wench.
“Need something, Jen?” I’d only meant to tease, but my voice came out a few shades deeper than usual and I wondered who, exactly, I was tormenting.
She smirked and made a show of running her palms down the sides of her breasts, then over her stomach. “I could just take care of myself, I suppose.”
I stopped her hands before they could inch any lower. “Don’t. You. Dare.” I’d waited weeks to get her here, and there was just no way—if she was going to come in front of me, it had better be because of me.
“If I let go, are you going to be good?”
She nodded, whispering a throaty, “I promise.”
“No, you won’t be just good,” I murmured, dipping my face closer to her trimmed curls. “You’re going to be delicious.”