Kiss Across Chaos (Kiss Across Time #10) - Tracy Cooper-Posey Page 0,44

got so close? She shivered as she felt the radiant warmth of his body heat. She couldn’t tell if he was wearing cologne or after shave, only that he smelled spicy warm and delicious.

Jesse didn’t know who kissed who, this time, only that they came together with a soft sound which might have been a mutual moan of pleasure. Aran’s hands tangled in her hair, then held her head as he drove his tongue into her mouth.

Jesse realized she had pushed her hands under his jacket only when she felt pliant warmth under her fingers, and soft shirting. His muscle played under her hands as he plundered her mouth.

He tasted the way he smelled.

His mouth released hers only after she had no breath left and she had to prop herself against him. Her legs were shaky.

Aran didn’t let her go. His lips brushed her cheekbones, as he stroked her back. “For eight days, I’ve thought of little else but coming back here and doing this…” He slid a hand beneath her teeshirt and rested his hand against her flesh. “Soft. Always softer than I think it will be.” He kissed her again.

Jesse tried to remember all the reasons she shouldn’t be doing this and couldn’t think of a damn thing. Then she couldn’t think at all. She stopped trying to control anything and just opened herself up to the delight of being wanted and being held and being touched.

Aran lifted his head and studied her. “You can say stop, Jesse.” His voice was hoarse. “Say stop, if you want to. But say it now, because I plan to…” He swallowed. “It has been a very long eight days,” he finished, his voice dropping even lower. The heat in his eyes made Jesse shiver.

Yet he didn’t move, even though she could feel him throbbing against her. His control was formidable. Admirable. He wouldn’t try to convince her physically, the way other men might have. He just held her loosely, so she could step out of his arms if she wanted to.

Jesse swallowed. “I didn’t write a single word of the story, while you were gone.”

Aran pushed her hair over her shoulder. Tucked it behind her ear.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she finished and reached up to kiss him.

Aran wrapped his arms around her and picked her up off her feet and carried her backward. This time, when her thighs connected with the table, he bore her back, so she was laid upon it.

Aran kissed her—a hard, brief touch. Then he stripped her jeans with three quick movements, taking her panties with them and pulling her socks from her feet at the same time.

He spread her knees, his gaze upon her pussy. The front of his trousers was as congested as his jeans had been. He unfastened the belt and pulled it away, then lowered the fly. His hand shook.

His gaze met hers, as he lifted her knees. “First, I have to…”

He didn’t have to finish. She knew exactly what he meant. She clawed at the table as his cock pressed up against her sopping cleft, then rammed into her. His fingers dug into her thighs and he groaned. “So good…”

Jesse could hardly draw a proper breath. The feel of him inside her was better than she had imagined it might be. Her entire body seemed to gather around him, and the shivers rippled outward from that junction. Her clit throbbed.

“More,” she said, her voice rough. “Harder.”

Aran withdrew and rammed back into her, as hard as she had wanted. “God, I’m…” His jaw worked. He shook his head and began to thrust in deep, heavy movements, making the table creak.

Jesse’s hearing shut down, as the waves of pleasure built. She closed her eyes, her breath shortening to little pants.

Aran groaned and came in little thrusts, his pelvis hard up against her. He gave a shuddering sigh, one hand propping him upon the table.

Jesse swallowed. Every nerve ending in her body was fizzing and splitting like live wires in water. She couldn’t control her breathing. Her pussy clamped around him in convulsive waves.

Aran lifted himself off his hand. “Now I can do this properly.” He got a hand under her shoulder. “Come here.”

He lifted her upper body, even though he was still inside her. The pure muscle needed to do that didn’t seem to tax him. He stripped her teeshirt from her and gave a soft sound of pleasure. “Do you have any idea how much it teases a man, once he’s