Crap. He’s too bruised, physically and psychologically for this… surely? The gleam in his eyes is wicked, and so is the trail his hand is following, from my neck down to my breasts, leaving behind fire.
“JJ…” I gasp when he cups one breast, his thumb sliding teasingly over my aching nipple. “I thought…”
“I love you,” he whispers, lifting himself up on one elbow, his thumb moving in circles over the sensitive peak until I throb madly between my legs. “So much.”
“Love you, too, JJ,” I say and knot a hand behind his head, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’m yours.”
“Does this mean you’re my girl?” he whispers against my lips, then pulls back an inch, frowning. “Shit. Does it mean I have to meet your parents?”
“What’s your deal with parents?” I laugh quietly.
“I’m not the kind of man your parents will approve.”
God, he’s serious about this. “Of course they will approve. You’re the nicest boy I know. The kindest. And in any case, it’s my life, and I want you in it.”
“Embers…” His eyes go overly bright and he crushes his mouth to mine.
This time there’s nothing gentle about it. The kiss turns heated in seconds, lips and teeth clashing. He climbs on top of me, between my legs, and I gasp when his hard-on presses where I need him the most.
“Holy shit.” He breaks the kiss, panting hard, head bowed, and reaches down, inside his pants, to adjust himself.
Boy is that hot. Love the way strong muscles shift and slide in his upper arms and shoulders, how his T-shirt stretches across his chest.
So sexy.
He reaches for the straps of my top, gently slips them down my arms, the roughness of his palms sending shivers skittering across my skin. “I want to undress you and take my time with you.”
I can’t speak, because he’s pulling my soft top down, baring my bra, his mouth following, branding the mounds of my breasts.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers reverently. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”
I moan his name when he mouths the tip of my breast through the thin lace, my hands scrabbling at his shoulders. He moves to the other breast, his clever fingers tugging my bra down until he has full access.
Slow. So slow, the way he teases me, licking and suckling and lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive tips until I squirm, the pleasure reaching the point of pain.
He gives them one final lick that makes me cry out, then he pulls everything down and off me—my top, my skirt, my panties—leaving only my bra bunched under my breasts. He lets the clothes fall to the floor and gazes up at me, his eyes raking over my body, hungry and dark.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “So damn hot.”
He crawls back up, tearing his T-shirt off, and I lick my lips, staring at his strong chest, and those dazzling tattoos, the hoops in his tiny brows nipples, the taut abs that ripple as he moves. I reach for his pants and he lets me unzip them and tug them down.
That’s when I discover he’s going commando again. His cock rises, rock-hard and flushed, against that flat stomach. I wrap my hand around it, and he groans between his teeth.
“Dammit. If you move your hand one inch, I’m gonna lose it.” He draws away, and I reluctantly let him go. I wonder what he’s up to when he grabs my legs under the knees.
He places them over his shoulders and buries his face between my legs.
“Oh God.” Through the maddening explosion of pleasure that ricochets inside me, I think fuzzily that he’s getting really good at this. Crap, really, really good, especially when he uses his tongue like that… “JJ!”
He does something with his lips that has me arching off the bed, but right as the pressure inside me is about to snap, he draws back, leaving me aching and panting.
“I want you,” he whispers, “to come all over my cock. To feel you come as I touch your breasts. I’ve never done it that way. I wanna do it with you.”
Moaning, I let him roll me onto my stomach. I’ve never done it this way, either, and his words light up a fire in my belly. I love his hands on me, and the thought of him touching me while he fills me up is pushing me so close to the edge I’m afraid I’ll come before he even enters me.
“Trust me,” he whispers, and I do, with all my being. I trust him like I’ve never trusted anyone before in my life.
He lifts my hips until I’m on my knees, and he unclasps my bra, removing it, letting my breasts sway. I bite my lip to keep quiet at the stabs of pleasure that causes, and then again when he runs his fingers down my seam, parting me and stroking me.
Holy crap, I’m so close I can’t hold back a gasp.
He bends over me, his cock pressing into me—like a remembered dream his lips kiss my back and move up to my neck as he slides into me, taking my breath away.
We fit together like two pieces in a puzzle, my curves lining up with his hard planes and angles. I turn my head and he kisses my mouth, searing my lips with fire.
Then his hand finds my breasts and fondles them, teases the tips as he starts to move with slow, steady, deep thrusts. Christ, it feels so much more intense this way, his cock feels so much larger and harder, and…
His hips rock faster. His hand tugs on my nipple, twisting it slightly, and I cry out, my passage contracting so hard I see stars. Pleasure bursts into me, spike-sharp and huge, so huge I can’t do anything but take it, trapped underneath him, my breast in his hand, my core full of him.
Never experienced anything like this slow, unrelenting pleasure that goes on and on, stripping me of every defense, every thought, everything but him, the swell of his cock, the movement of his hand, the fire of his mouth.
The pleasure rolls over me, into me, again and again, and I’m moaning, no longer able to keep silent, losing all control.
I feel it when he follows. His thrusts lose rhythm, his hand falls from my breast to the bed and he grunts, rocking hard into me. He grows so big I gasp, and then he shouts my name as he comes, heat flooding me, overflowing, as he shudders and holds still.
With a groan, he grabs me around the waist and rolls us on our sides, my back pressed to his chest. Burying his face in my neck, he murmurs something I don’t catch.
I’m a bit distracted. He’s still inside me, half-hard and causing all sorts of pleasurable spasms in my core. His hand seeks my breast again and, impossibly, another, sweeter orgasm sweeps through me, leaving me in a puddle of pleasure on the bed.
He murmurs something again, and this time I turn my head, trying to see his face. “JJ?”
“I’ve got you, Embers.” He kisses my temple and his arms tighten around me. “I hope you never get tired of me, because I want you forever.”
THE END
Acknowledgments
This has been an amazing journey and I have so many people I would like to thank for their help, advice, support and friendship.
Without the help of my wonderful editor this story wouldn’t be readable. Any remaining errors in the text are my fault as I tend to change things last minute.
Huge thanks to Nathalie Aynié for the constant help and support, and for the brainstorming sessions. She rocks bears in tutus!
Also huge thanks to Kia Zi Shiru for her support and help, and to 5 Times Formatting for the great formatting.
I also want to thank very much my author friend J.A. Beard who helped me with suggestions and advice throughout.
Many thanks to my great reader and review teams for their enthusiasm and support, and to all the bloggers and reviewers who send me messages asking to feature my books and spread the word. I owe you.
Finally I want to thank my readers. Your messages, emails and Facebook posts telling me how much you like my stories motivate me, keep me writing and put a smile on my face. You are all amazing and I love you all.