Give Me War - Kate McCarthy Page 0,52
the darling little dresses Mac puts her little girl in every day. I want in on that action. “Merry Christmas,” I add.
Jared takes my face in his hands. “Babe.” He ducks his head, his mouth pressing to mine in a long, lingering kiss. Then his hands move to my hips, grasping tightly, fingers digging in as he pulls me a little closer. “I love you,” he says against my mouth. “So much.”
I exhale a shaky breath of emotion. “I love you, too.”
Jared lets me go and stands. Water streams over his body. I ogle, watching thick muscle bunch and flex as he steps out of the bath and reaches for a towel. Then he turns and holds out a hand.
I take it, his fingers curling around mine as I rise and step out beside him. Then he starts patting me dry with the towel, his touch so tender it makes me ache. “Jared,” I say on a shaky whisper.
“Shhh.”
He crouches, blotting dry my hips and legs. Rising, he turns me, and completes the other side. Then he turns me back and without warning, he lifts me and sets me down naked on the bathroom vanity. I flail and grip its edges.
He nudges open my thighs and steps between them, and he looks down at me, swallowing. “Let me take care of you.”
“Jared, you don’t—”
He bends and drops his head, resting it on my belly. A deep shuddering breath rips out of him, a crack in his composure. “Let me.” I scrape my fingernails through his hair and his lips touch my belly, so achingly gentle. “Please.”
Another kiss hits lower and his eyes lift to mine. My breath catches at the heat in them, and the love. “I need this.” He kisses lower again as he sinks down before me. His hands wrap around the backs of my thighs, spreading them wider. Then he buries his head between my legs, his tongue plunging into me with a groan.
“Jared,” I rasp as he draws back and slowly licks at me, his tongue swirling and dipping playfully. My head tips back and I whimper, my hands tangling in the soft, golden brown strands of his hair.
“Babe,” he mumbles against me as I squirm. His hands are almost bruising on my legs as he holds me to his hot mouth, sucking at my clit until I start to shake.
I pull at his shoulders when I’m close, trying to pluck him free. “Need you,” I gasp, wanting him inside me.
He only sucks harder and I cry out, blindsided by the sudden orgasm. Pleasure bursts bright and hot and I fall back against the bathroom mirror, levelled to rubble like a building in an earthquake. His mouth slows, and he kisses me gently through the aftershocks.
I’m still seeing stars when Jared rises and angles himself, driving his cock inside me. I buck against him, the sudden intrusion stealing my breath.
“Fuck,” he says with a groan, his head dropping to my shoulders as he stills and shudders. My legs wrap around his hips and he lifts me off the vanity, fingers digging into my ass as he carries me from the bathroom to the bedroom. He lowers me to the bed, still inside me.
“Christ, you feel good,” he gasps and pulls almost all the way out before plunging back in, not taking the time to tease me like he usually does. He’s forceful, desperate, his pace unmeasured and erratic as he thrusts hard inside me, and harder again, until I feel battered in the best possible way.
Rising onto his knees, Jared grabs the backs of my legs, lifting me as he slams in and out, sweat sheening his chest and muscles working hard. Then his head tips back and he stills, coming so hard he holds his breath before letting loose a shout, grinding his hips against me.
When the rapid rise and fall of his chest evens out, I’m lowered and he falls down over me, bracing a hand on the bed above my shoulder. He uses the other to brush hair from my face before scraping his thumb across my cheek. His eyes follow the tender gesture before coming to mine. “I’m out.”
“You’re … out?”
“I’m out, Evie. I spoke to Coby while you were in the shower. I can’t do it anymore. I’m out.”
“No.” Jared is still inside me and I jerk free, panic flooding me as I scramble from the bed. He follows, rising to his feet with a wary expression as I spin around,