Should she break it? Could she break it?
She stared down at his dark head, dazed, nearly ready to beg for more.
"Do you think this is enough?" she whispered as his head lifted.
"No, it's never enough." His lips rubbed against her nipple again.
God, it was incredible, just that much.
His hand flattened against her stomach, his fingers edging down, lower, pushing into the curls between her thighs as Rachel felt her juices spilling from her pu**y.
She was beginning to lose the train of thought, the determination to make him lose control. Probably because his fingers were working around her clit, stroking her into insanity.
"I want more." Her hands moved from his chest to his abdomen, to the low band of the sweatpants he wore.
She wanted them off. She wanted to feel every inch of his body bare against her. She wanted the feel of his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her, inside her.
First. Oh God, first she wanted the feel of it in her hands, against her lips.
Could she do it?
She'd never done it before because she'd been too embarrassed. Because she'd never understood why she would want to--until now. Now she knew why she wanted to do it. She wanted to make him feel so good. She wanted to hear him growl, snarl. She wanted to know what it would take to make him purr.
The elastic band slipped down his thighs, over the heavy flesh of the shaft as Jonas jerked, groaned and pulled her against him.
His hands were locked on her hips, his head thrown back as he lifted her to him, his c**k pressed tight and hard against the mound of her pu**y as she heard that hard rumble in his chest once again.
She felt her feet leave the floor and a second later he was laying her back on the bed, coming over her, his lips drawn back in a grimace of hunger.
Incisors flashed, strong and sharp at the sides of his mouth.
She felt his knee press between hers, parting her thighs, moving over her.
"This isn't fair." Weak, shaking, her hands pressed against his chest as he came over her.
She wanted to pleasure him, needed to take him.
"What isn't fair? I'll make it fair. I promise, whatever it takes to make it fair, just sweet God, let me feel you."
"Let me feel you first." She pushed at his shoulders.
His eyes narrowed. "Don't do this, Rachel."
"Do what?" She shifted against him, her leg stroking over his, feeling the nearly invisible, very fine hairs that covered it like the softest down.
Heat prickled the skin where they touched, warmed her flesh.
"Let me control this, Rachel," he breathed out roughly. "I promise, it will be so good."
"Maybe it will be so good if I get to touch too," she suggested, her tone throaty, surprising her, a sense of fun building inside her.
He made her want to have fun. It was as though he challenged her to challenge him. It was that self-control he had. It made a woman just want to crush it.
"I have no doubt it would be." A slow smile curled his lips, one of the rare, true smiles she had seen from him. "But let's see how this feels first."
He licked her.
Rachel froze as his tongue stroked, light as air, over her shoulder, spreading that same sense of heat that feathered over her legs when his had stroked against them.