soothe through his groin and flood his shaft. Smooth and mellow like the kiss, like her.
This was so much more.
Her sweater was gone in a swipe and tug of hands, his right after. She drew him back into the kiss, her touch never stilling. His either. Her back was smooth, hair silk. The clasp of her bra was undone with a quick unhitch that gave him a clear path from nape to lower back, a long stretch of flesh he searched and held.
There was no more pain or hurt. Nothing but Jacqui and the crazy rush that expanded his chest and blew his thoughts.
Her skin tasted of honey and light when he trailed kisses down her jaw to her ear. Blindly, he slipped her bra from her arms to find her exquisite breasts, lift and cradle them in his palms. Her moan urged him on, nailed his desire and rode hard in his dick.
She arched, offering her breasts and grinding over his erection. He dipped her further until her hair trailed on the ground and her nails dug into his shoulders, clinging to him. The stretch of her neck, thrust of her breasts, a graceful combination of sexuality and elegance.
Her nipples were hard pebbles in his mouth, each bud a temptation he sucked and nipped just to hear her soft cries. Her hips rolled and rocked, sliding over his hard length with increasing pressure in a familiar dance that was completely new.
“Touch me,” she rasped, voice thready.
He fumbled until the snap gave on her jeans, his lips never leaving her skin. His shoulders stung where she gripped, the bite of pain an added sensation that sizzled over his muscles and fed his growing need.
A hard shove had him straightening, lifting her with him. Her face was flushed, eyes wild like her hair that spilled around them. She devoured his mouth in a scorching plundering of tongue and breath. He was panting for air when she jerked back, forehead resting on his.
“I want you,” she whispered, gusting breaths grazing his cheek.
He swallowed, clutched her tighter. “I’m yours.” Already. He knew this with a clarity that sent an icy shot of fear down his spine. But fuck, he wasn’t running. “Whatever you want.” He’d repeat that until she understood. He’d give her everything if she asked.
She slid off his lap, tongue gliding over her lower lip in a sultry temptation. Her eyes never left his as she slid her jeans and panties to the floor before slipping off her socks. His blood raged in his ears when she straightened, shoulders back, chin lifted like the warrior she was.
No shying away or poses. Just her standing exposed and naked before him.
His hand shook just a bit when he reached to brush her hair over her shoulder. In some ways, he was almost afraid to touch her. To break the fragile connection that wove around them. He skimmed his fingers over the curve of her throat, up the ridge of her collarbone then to the pink, puckered scar halfway down her chest.
She flinched away. His eyes jerked up, hand freezing. Her breath came in short bursts that lifted her breasts. His throat ached to ask her about it. To kiss and heal whatever it was that caused her to pull back. But she’d left his demons alone. He owed her the same courtesy.
He lowered his hand to his lap, met her gaze. Did she see his surrender? Understand his actions?
Her eyes softened, shoulders dropping from their tense hold before she slid her fingers through his hair. Tiny shivers rushed down his scalp before sinking deeper. At her urging, he changed places with her, breath hitching as she undid his pants.
The piano keys clunked a sour tune when she leaned back, legs spreading. “Taste me.”
His brain shorted out for half a second then he dropped to his knees the instant her meaning registered. Screw the jab of pain that shot through his knee for landing too hard. He didn’t care. He barely logged the annoyance as he rushed to fill her demand.
He spread her legs wider before he lifted them to rest her feet on his shoulders. She shifted, notes pinging into the room when her elbow hit the keys.
Her eyes were dark, heavy with desire as he leaned in. He held her gaze until her scent drew his attention. Heady with a musky richness that screamed her desire and fired his. He inhaled, dipped and caught his first taste of her tangy sex. Hot