“That time. I told her to show me what she liked and where
to touch her.”
“And since then?” Her question floated in the truck’s quiet cab, her quiet disbelief of the first question bleeding into more obvious breathless arousal.
“You really want to hear how I told other women to suck me off?”
Her eyes narrowed, but then she licked her lips, like now she wanted to do that herself. Every bit of him strained at the seams. “I’m going to get parts of you
that no one else has had, right?”
He nodded. More than she knew. He’d give her everything without thinking twice. “I don’t need limits with you, Cassie.”
“Maybe it isn’t about limits. Maybe it’s about trust and control.”
He rubbed his thumb across her lip, slick and wet, and she swiped her tongue at his digit.
“Is that something you like to do, angel? Give up control?” He never would have
pegged her for that.
She frowned. Maybe he wasn’t the only one surprised by the conversation. “I’ve never thought about it like that.”
“That makes two of us.” He’d done all sorts of things to keep himself on the straight and narrow. Learned that stating up front what would and wouldn’t happen kept the focus where he wanted it.
Complete control wasn’t something he needed to get off, though.
When he thought of having sex with Cassie, it wasn’t orchestrated. But the thought of trading control back and forth turned him on in new and unexpected ways. He cupped her cheek and kissed her, hard and deep. “Maybe we should take turns being in charge. Pretty soon we’re going to be out of my arena of experience.”
She kissed him then, her hands eager and grabby, and he let her have her fill
before easing back.
“Now. Upstairs.”
In her apartment, she paced ahead of him, slowly sliding off her sweater before unzipping her boots. He grinned and followed her example, taking off his boots and his shirt, leaving his t-shirt on.
“Do you want that drink?” she teased, backing away from the kitchen where any drink would be found.
He shook his head. “And you can lose that shirt, too.”
She spun around, showing him her back as she peeled off her top. His erection strained against his fly at the sight of her bare skin curving down to her ass in those jeans. “What next?”
“Take your pants off.”
She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Really?”
“You asked me what I wanted next. Pants. Off.”
This wasn’t new territory for him, and he had a burning desire to prove to her just how
good he could make her feel. That he wasn’t some boy with whom she had to be careful.
She kept her gaze on him as her hands wiggled over her hips, pushing the denim down to reveal black, barely there panties. When she paused, he crossed his arms to keep from taking over. Then ever so slowly, she leaned forward, all the way forward, and gracefully stepped out of her pants. She picked them up by
a belt loop and just as gracefully unfolded her body, spinning around.
“Off,” she said with a teasing whisper, holding the jeans out from her body for a minute before tossing them aside.
“I like the look of you bent over like that,” he said, his voice thick.
She gave a nervous laugh and swung her hands in front of her body, her confidence wavering a bit. “Oh good. I wasn’t sure if that was
hot, or just like, whoa, a lot of ass.”
“Hot.” He cleared his throat. “You’re gorgeous, Cassie. I love looking at every part of you, especially the curvy parts. The…
whoa
parts.”
“Well that’s good, because I’ve got a lot of those.”
If Jared ever saw her ex-husband, he was going to do some damage to that man’s face. “You sure do. And they make me crazy.” He strode toward her, grabbing her hand.
“Feel this?” He pressed her fingers against his cock. “That’s what your little strip tease did to me. Hard enough to pound nails.” He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into her belly. Her scent and the silky feel of her skin intoxicated him.
“I thought you were being bossy,” she murmured, running her hands over his hair.
“You don’t think I can be in control from down here?” He licked
along the waistband of her panties. “Take your bra off.”
— —
Jared held her hips as Cassie bared even more of herself, her breasts swinging free as she gazed down at him.
Oh yeah, he was in charge
. And it gave her such a crazy thrill. Her hands hovered in the air after she dropped the bra—should she touch him again? Touch herself? Wait for a command?
He laughed—a slow, sexy rumble. “Do
whatever you want,” he said, his gaze solidly on her face.
“I want to take my panties off,” she admitted. She wanted to be bare for him.
Another laugh and he rocked back on his heels. “Be my guest. That would make me
very
happy.”
She rocked her hips, swiveling them under his touch, then turned around slowly. Her heart raced. It hadn’t stopped racing since their conversation turned erotic in
Jared’s truck. And she didn’t know which feeling was bigger or scarier—her need to be sexy for Jared or her fear that she’d fall short of his fantasy.
It was terrifying how much he meant to her. How much she wanted
this
to mean between them. Maybe it was just the season. Or because she knew he was a SEAL. He’d already come and gone in secret, with no clue when she’d see him again.
She didn’t
know how she’d handle those feelings once she gave him her heart. So it would be foolish to fall in love.
Totally foolish.
But the way he made her feel, all light and beautiful and desirable…with and without her clothes on. Maybe her heart wasn’t hers to give anymore. Maybe it was already his.
Maybe by the time he had to leave again, he’d be able to leave his heart with her for safekeeping.
So many maybes. Too many to talk about on a second date.
She pushed the last scrap of lace off her body and shook off her thoughts. Naked, she gave herself over to Jared, trusting that he’d take care of her.
He swept his hands up her legs, sliding over her hips’ curves. His big, callused hands left a trail of goose bumps in their wake as his surprisingly delicate touch lit all her senses on
fire. He leaned in and kissed the top of her mound. “Spread your legs for me, angel.”
She took a deep breath and splayed her legs wide, tipping her pelvis and arching her back at the same time. She could feel how wet she was for him, but instead of worrying, she hummed with anticipation for his touch.
When it came, it wasn’t the blunt tip of his fingers. He glided his palm over her folds, cupping
her entire sex.
“You feel amazing,” he groaned. “So hot and wet. I want to eat you up, Cassie. Can I do that? Can I lick your sweet little pussy until you come on my face?”
“I might fall.” Her words hitched as he licked the soft, indented line her underwear had left on her skin.
“I’ll catch you.” He stood—a giant rising from her feet to tower above her in one fluid motion. “But I’m going to
take my time feasting on you, so which would you rather—the couch or your bed?”
— EIGHT —
“Bed,” Cassie said softly, looking intently at his face like she wanted to make sure that was okay by him.
It was more than okay. “Perfect,” he grunted, sweeping her off her feet. An armful of naked Cassie and a big soft bed to spread out on—he couldn’t think of anything better.
She nestled her cheek against his shoulder and he carried her like she weighed nothing. His strength
had been put to more urgent uses in the past, but never a better one. He lowered her gently into the middle of her bed, barely pausing to shove the decorative pillows out of the way.
He’d always avoided this—the fully naked woman spread out on a bed. And now he was glad he’d stuck to couches and dark corners, because the flushed skin, eager little noises, and inviting looks made for an irresistible
package. His hands went to his belt.
“No.”
He froze. He found her eyes, looking for the sign she was shutting this down before they even got started. He didn’t find it.
“Let me,” she purred, and his dick swelled in his pants. His balls drew tight, and he willed himself not to come before she did.
One big drawback of letting her in and waiving his usual limits—he was that nineteen–year-old
kid again, shaking like a leaf at the thought of getting his fingers wet.
If she touched him, she’d be the one getting a handful of come, not him. “I’m just getting comfortable, angel. But if you touch me, I’ll lose my mind.”
She pressed up on her elbows, her breasts bouncing softly. “I really want to see you lose your mind.”
“You first.” He shoved his pants to the ground and crawled between
her legs, flipping one of her knees over his shoulder and gently pressing the other up and away from him, against the bed. He seated his body right where he wanted to be—just above her beautiful, pink sex framed in neat blond curls. She was soaking wet, glistening for him, and his mouth watered.
He was so fucking glad he wasn’t new to this. That the heady awesomeness of worshiping her like this
wasn’t overwhelming like it had been the first time he’d dropped to his knees in front of a woman to get her off. He nosed his way up the outside of her sex, then down again on the other side, breathing her in. Showing her he appreciated her beauty.
Her legs tensed against him in anticipation, then relaxed as he touched her, first with his fingers and then with his tongue. He gathered her moisture
and spread it up to her clit, holding himself back from licking it all up.
He spread his legs wide behind him, ignoring the pull toward her that all his muscles wanted to obey. No matter how much she writhed beneath his fingers and his mouth tonight, he wasn’t going to fuck her.
His dick was staying in his boxers until she was boneless and out of breath, and then he’d find a way to climb in
next to her and wait for the damned third date. Breakfast could be just six hours away. He’d survive.
As if taunting him, his cock pulsed and let loose a few drops of pre-come.
Jesus
. Wet and dripping like a girl.
Cassie lifted her hips against his face, and he grinned to himself. Maybe not quite the same. He snaked his tongue through her folds in a lazy figure eight that made her moan. A fresh
flood of sweet honey coated his fingers, and he took that as an invitation to slide inside her.
She was tight as fuck—a hot, silky squeeze that had him grinding his hips against the bed. He wanted inside her.
This is why you stay out of bedrooms.
But it didn’t matter anymore. He’d waited long enough. This wasn’t a foolish decision, and he had brand new condoms. It was almost time.
Almost
. First
she needed to come on his face. Then sleep.
Then
he’d let the most beautiful woman in the world screw his brains out.
He nipped the inside of her thigh and her eyelids snapped open. “What the hell?”
“What time is your parents’ party tomorrow night?”
She let out a shaky breath. “Why are we talking about this now?”
He palmed her pussy gently again, rocking the heel of his hand up and over all
the sizzling nerve endings he’d just been up close and personal with. “Because, angel…I need to plan out our day of non-stop sex. Breakfast will be served at six. Eggs and toast, for stamina. Orange juice for energy. And me, over and over again for your special Christmas treat.”
She gulped. “We need to work on this crazy one-eighty direction change thing, baby.”
He grinned. “Baby?”
She pressed
against his hand. “Just trying it on for size.”
“I like it.” He nuzzled his way back into her folds.
She gasped and stretched out on the bed, arching her back. “I like that.”
“That makes two of us. You taste so good. I’m going to wake you up like this.” He gave her an exaggerated lick, then slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her into just the right position to dive deeper with his
tongue. Inside.
She bucked in his hands and he held her more firmly, slowly fucking his tongue in and out of her body. A chant of his name and some colorful vocabulary additions swirled around them as her entire body throbbed beneath him. Because of him.
For him.
“Come on, angel,” he crooned as he exchanged his tongue for his fingers. He licked around her clit, testing her sensitivity there
before latching on and sucking gently. He worked her inside and out until she gripped his head between her thighs and ground herself against his face, finding that perfect edge for herself and exploding.
— —
Oh God
, she thought as she fluttered back to earth.
No
. That wasn’t quite the right adjective.
Twitched
back to earth. Hot-mess style. She’d wrapped her legs around his head like a
professional wrestler and…and…
“That was awesome,” Jared said as he pressed a kiss against her belly. A really wet kiss. How many times could she think the phrase
oh God
before it got to be overkill? His face was wet from
her
.
His face
.
Her cheeks were burning up, she knew it. And any second he’d discover that, which wasn’t the way it was supposed to be at all. He was the virgin. She was the
sophisticated older woman who…who…
Jared rolled her onto her side and tucked in behind her, not bothering to hide the raging erection that made itself known against her ass cheeks. “I said, that was awesome.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded vigorously. She couldn’t disagree. It had been awesome.
“Are you okay?” He brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck, then her ear.
She was. That crazy,
fluttery, twitchy feeling actually felt
good
when she stopped thinking about it and just let it be.
“Do you want to come again?” His words yanked on something deep inside her and made her breathless all over again.