“Jules?” he called there and a thrill shivered across my skin at his voice vibrating against my neck.
“Mm?” My hand had moved between us, fingertips exploring the ridges of his abs. I felt them tighten at my touch and, at his reflex, a pleasant jolt shot between my legs.
“Not a good idea to mention Luke and Mace right now.”
“Oh,” I muttered, my fingers halting and I felt like an idiot, “sorry.”
He kissed me again, I forgot about feeling like an idiot when he pulled his h*ps back and undid my pants. He pushed them down my h*ps and they fell away. Before I could feel weird about standing in my living room in nothing but underwear and high heels, his arm went around my waist and he lifted me clear of my slacks and set me down, leaned back and looked at me, full-body.
That’s when I started to feel weird about standing in my living room in nothing but underwear and high heels.
This lasted two seconds then he yanked me into him, my body slammed against his and he kissed me again, hotter and hungrier than he’d ever kissed me before. Then with light kisses and hands sliding down my ass, he walked me back, toward the couch.
“You do anything to change your body, I’ll shackle you to the bed,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Really?” I asked, just because I felt what he said needed a response. I was too occupied by trying to figure out how I could get his pants off to care about his answer.
“Why does it take superhuman effort to get anything out of you but while we’re havin’ sex, you won’t shut up?”
The backs of my legs hit the couch and I went down. Vance came down on top of me. His weight and warmth felt good and I put my arms around him and looked at him.
“You were the one who said something.”
“Shut up, Jules.”
I rolled my eyes.
He grinned at me and moved partially to the side.
Then all of a sudden his hand slid down my belly and I felt his fingers press between my legs. This invasion came quickly and I probably should have been shocked. Instead it felt good, so good, my h*ps bucked involuntarily and my lips parted.
Wow.
His fingers pressed deeper and that felt even better.
I hooked my leg around his hip instinctively giving him easier access and I lifted my head and kissed him, our mouths open, my tongue slid inside. At this his hand went away but came back inside my panties this time and he touched me, the first time anyone touched me there (other than myself, of course). It felt so damned good, incredibly good, otherworldly good, I stopped kissing him and moaned into his mouth.
His fingers moved, my h*ps moved, his fingers moved more, my nails scraped his back and, after awhile of this, I felt something begin to build inside me, something exciting and beautiful and my neck arched with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Look at me Jules,” he commanded softly.
I dropped my chin and with effort opened my eyes and looked at him.
The moment I did, his finger slid inside me.
My bones turned to water.
“Vance…” I breathed.
The second I muttered his name his eyes went so intense it felt like they burned into me. His finger slid out and then back in again and I pulled him to me as I pressed up toward him.
Then his body stilled, his finger froze and his head came up.
I stared and it was as if ice water had been poured over my skin. He’d figured out I was a virgin.
God dammit, I thought.
“Vance –” I began.