How much could a little innocent like her know, though? Surely he had the self-control to endure whatever she dished out.

Or so he thought.

What he forgot to take into account was his reaction to her and the effect she had on him whenever she was near, let alone touching him.

She kissed him like a woman desperate to build memories, to fill as much of her soul as possible with sensation and warmth.

At first slow, exploring his lips with hers, tasting them with her inquisitive little tongue. Jazz remained at her mercy, never taking his eyes from her as his heart ached for her.

*   *   *

She was convinced she would be running soon.

Like hell!

Jazz was more than willing to be the recipient of the pleasure; he could be a bit selfish like that, he decided. But his would-be-runaway was done running. She just didn’t know it yet.

Encouraging her hunger with each kiss, with each lick of her soft teasing tongue, he learned just how completely arousing a woman’s innocence could be.

Or maybe it was just Kenni’s innocence that was so damned arousing.

With each kiss, with each hungry stroke, the sensuality that was so much a part of her built until her own needs began consuming her.

Hell yes.

This was what he wanted.

Her hungry lips and quick hot tongue taking what she wanted.

A groan broke from his chest as heated kisses moved down the side of his neck. And damn, it felt good. Turning his head, he let her have her way.

Let her play.

Let her think he was actually going to let her run whenever she decided it was time to go.

Hell, she’d be lucky if he let her out of his bed.

Kittenish little nails pricked at his chest as she tested his muscles. She must have liked what she found in the feel of his flesh because she kneaded it again.

“Damn, darlin’, how I love your kisses,” he groaned, his jaw tightening at the catch of her breath when he spoke.

His Kenni liked hearing his pleasure.

Her teeth raked at his collarbone, that rasp of sensual hunger causing his already engorged dick to swell further and his balls to clench with a surfeit of sensation.

“Ah, baby, that hot little mouth will make me crazy.”

She tightened against him, a little whimper vibrating over his flesh as her lips and sweet tongue moved lower.

“Kenni, darlin’.” He stretched against the rasp of her nails running down his chest, nearly to his navel. So fucking close to the heavy weight of his cock as it lay against his lower stomach.

Her kisses continued over his chest. The flick of her tongue over the hard disk of his nipple had his teeth clenching. When she delivered a lingering kiss to it he had to curl his fingers into the arms of the chair to keep from grabbing her and dragging her over his thighs where she could ride them both into exhaustion.

“Kenni, you’re going to make me crazy,” he groaned. “That hot mouth of yours destroys me.”

And she had no mercy.

Lower she went until his fingers tangled in her hair, his muscles tightening to the breaking point.

Sweet, hot kisses—the head of his cock pulsed, throbbing with the need for attention.

“Come here, baby.” He watched her as he glimpsed the uncertainty that flashed across her face.

And uncertainty was something she should never feel while in a bed with him.

As he tightened his fingers in her hair to pull her up his body, the hot swipe of her tongue over the head of his cock had him stilling in shock and exquisite pleasure.

“Kenni, you don’t have to … Sweet mercy…”

Fuck!

It was good.

Her mouth encased the sensitive crest, damp heat milking it, pretty lips surrounding the thick flesh as she stared back at him in dazed fascination. And as she drew on the throbbing crest, that quicksilver tongue of hers tormented it.

Damp heat flicked against the sensitive head, rubbed at it, tormenting flesh already so sensitive it was all he could do to hold back, to keep from filling her sweet mouth with his release.

“Fuck, Kenni.” His fingers tightened in her hair. “Baby, it’s so good.” She drew back, her tongue still lashing at the eager flesh before sucking him in again.

Slow, experimental. She was letting herself get used to the feel of his hard flesh as she demanded the intimacy with greedy licks and slow, suckling hunger.

“Ah hell. Damn.” Weak with the surfeit of pleasure, Jazz let his head rest against the back of the chair, only barely aware of the fact that it was grinding into the cushion behind him.

She took him deeper, filling her mouth and rubbing her tongue against the ultrasensitive spot beneath the throbbing head. Each rubbing stroke against the nerve-ridden area sent pulsing fingers of pure ecstasy to race over his cock and arrow-straight to his already tormented testicles. Each slow rippling caress had his balls tightening, clenching with the need to spill his release to her hungry mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Just like that. Sweet Kenni, your mouth is killing me.”

Each suckling stroke of damp heat was pushing him past the point of no return.

“That’s it, darling.” Breathing was almost impossible. “Ah hell. Yeah. Suck it harder, baby. That’s it.” Her mouth tightened, drawing him deeper. “How fucking good your mouth is,” he groaned. “So hot and sweet.”

Holding the base of his eager flesh, she widened her eyes as he began moving. Drawing his hard flesh nearly free of her lips before pushing in again, slow and easy. He watched. Watched her take him. Watched her sweet lips stretch around the width of him as he felt her sucking him inside.

“I’ve dreamed of fucking your mouth,” he bit out as his balls throbbed warningly. “Of sinking my cock past those pretty lips as you suck, hungry for the taste of me.”

Moving his hands from her hair to the chair arms again, he clenched the material desperately. His muscles tightened, sweat breaking out on his skin as heat began to consume him.

“Fuck, Kenni, I’m going to come. Baby, sweet Kenni.” He thrust inside her mouth again. Once. Twice.

His fingers returned to her hair, clenched, held her still and felt her mouth tighten further on him. He thrust past her lips again. Once. Twice.

God.

Pulling from her was agony.

Forcing his cock from the heat of her mouth, from her licking tongue nearly undid him.

And his control was shot.

“Ride me, Kenni.” Lifting her along his body, Jazz guided her leg over his hips as he held his cock ready to sink inside the sweet heat awaiting him. “Let me feel you take me, baby.”

Teeth clenched, Jazz watched as the engorged head of his cock parted the smooth, silken folds of her pussy.

Slick, wet heat began stretching around the engorged crest. Parting, taking him, her silken honey flowing around the penetration.

“Kenni, that’s it, baby,” he rasped, both hands gripping her hips as he pushed deeper, harder inside her.

Watching her face, his hands caressed from her hips to her swollen breasts. There he found the plump nipples atop her swollen mounds, ready for his fingers to rasp and excite.

The silky heat of her pussy enveloped him, wrapped around flesh throbbing with the exquisite sensation.

Ah fuck. It was so good his toes wanted to curl with the pleasure.

“Fuck me, baby,” he groaned, his voice graveled as her sheath rippled around his cock, sucked at it.

Hips bunching, straining, the need to push inside her, to stroke in to the hilt, was nearly overpowering.

Kenni’s hands braced on his chest, her nails pricked the flesh, and her hips moved with increasing speed. Taking his cock deep with each downward thrust, her head fell back in pleasure, perspiration gleaming on her creamy flesh, giving it a satiny sheen.

Soft, desperate mewls of pleasure slipped past her lips and just when Jazz was certain he couldn’t bear the pressure another second, complete, searing pleasure engulfed his cock.