He kissed her again while his hands roamed every inch of her body. His slow exploration left nothing undiscovered, and she turned to liquid under his skilled hands.
She clutched at his shoulders, speared her fingers into his hair, and held on when he turned his attention to her breasts. He drew them into his mouth, licked, played, and teased until she was at the edge. It was all new, all of it and only for Jake. His hand skated down, tracing a line over her stomach, skipping the important parts and caressing the inside of her thighs until she wanted to scream.
He teased her for what seemed like hours, showing her all the ways and places he could touch her. With his long, skilled fingers between her legs, he brought her to the edge until she was crying out at the unfamiliar pressure building inside her.
She whimpered when he slid away to leave a slow, damp trail of kisses from her breast to her mound. With her body quivering under his lips, he whispered as he went, words of patience and all he was going to do to her. His wide shoulders forced her thighs open to him, and he did all those things and more, showing her an entirely new kind of pleasure until she did cry.
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JT took a condom from a dresser drawer, and sat on the side of the bed to strip out of his pants, removing his prosthesis as he went. He had a split second of indecision about putting his leg back on then he looked back at Paige, let his eyes roam over her curves laid out for him in the soft lamplight, and he stopped thinking.
He rolled on the condom with Paige watching him, her eyes dark with desire and her sexy mouth curved in a contented smile. Coming over her, he kissed her shoulder and across her chest until her eyes fluttered closed. Her face was flushed and he got a deep satisfaction knowing it was from him. “You’re so beautiful.” Her skin was hot and damp from earlier, and he licked a path along her neck, sighing at the taste of her.
He hadn’t even been inside her yet and already nothing else compared. He drew her breast into his mouth, feasted on one, then the other, and finally found her sweet mouth again. He’d never gone slow, never taken his time to explore a woman’s body. He’d never wanted to. Until Paige. Even knowing they were both more than ready, he held off, drawing it out until she was begging. When he rested his lips at her pulse, he felt her heartbeat racing, felt her tremble.
He raised his head and lightly skimmed the back of his hand over her cheek. Paige might be tough, but she was also soft, so soft. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
He kissed her cheeks, her temple, then stared deep into her eyes, knowing more than anything he wanted her trust.
“You’re shaking.” He rested his forearms on either side of her head and studied her face. “I know you’ve done this before.”
She half smiled at his obvious statement. “It’s been a long time.”
“How long?”
“It was only that once,” she said softly, not looking at him.
“Paige.” Just once and she’d gotten pregnant and given up being a young and carefree girl to become the woman he was falling for. He kissed her again, slowly, tenderly, wishing he’d been that one other time. “You can still tell me to stop.”
She took his face in her hands. “I don’t want you to stop. Please.”
His eyes never left hers when he finally pushed inside and joined their bodies. Her breath hitched, her eyes widened, and he knew the look on her face was something he’d remember for the rest of his life. A touch of pain and so much sweet desire he almost lost it right then. She’d said just once, but hadn’t he already known once would never be enough?
He paused. “Okay?”
“Yes. So okay.”
Her answer was half whisper, half sigh, and he pressed his hips into hers, going deeper until he could go no farther. They stared at each other, looking deeper than he’d ever looked into another person. When she would have moved, he pinned her body to the mattress with his own.
“Please.” Her short nails dug into his shoulders, and she brought her legs higher on his hips, dug her heels into the back of his thighs.
“Another second,” he panted. Sweat trickled down his back. He stretched her arms above her head and linked their fingers, and kissed her, wanting to keep her just like this, wanting it to last forever.
When he finally started to move, it was a perfect slow dance. She moved with him, their bodies molded together, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Please. Please. Please.”
It was her anthem, becoming more and more desperate. So close and so was he.
“Let go, Paige. Just let go.”
She did. Her eyes glazed over and she surrendered to him, crying out her release, and in that moment there was no past, no mistakes, no guilt. Just Paige. And the sound of his name whispered on her lips pushed him over the edge.