Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,103
“Want me to teach you again?”
I peered over his wide shoulder and glanced down the trail. Though I didn’t see anyone, I could hear their voices as they worked. “Maybe we can sneak out tonight while everyone’s sleeping.”
“I like the way you think, princess.”
His deep, guttural growl awakened a needy throb between my legs. I was about to change my mind and start stripping off my clothes when I saw Hope strolling up the trail, scouring the ground for wild herbs to fill the basket on her hip.
Dang it.
I spent the rest of the day smoldering for the chance to be alone with Ross. His heated stares, pelting me with salacious promise, pegged the needle on my impatience.
When we left the nightly bonfire and stepped inside the guesthouse, I brazenly began trying to tear his clothes off. The demand to feel his hot, naked flesh meshed to mine was like a beast unfurling inside me. But before I could even peel the shirt off his shoulders, Ross took control. He circled my wrists with one hand and raised my arms high above my head. Pinning me to the wall, he pressed my back up against the cool surface, cupped one breast, and captured my lips in a spine-bending kiss.
The heat of his erection nudging my sweltering folds was driving me insane. I writhed and moaned and inwardly cursed the barrier of clothing between us. When Ross pulled away, leaving me blazing and breathless, a wicked smile tugged his lips.
“We’ve had a busy day. Let’s get some sleep.”
“What?” I gasped. “You mean let’s go to bed, right?”
“No. I mean let’s get some sleep.” Keeping my wrists tightly secured in his hand, Ross lowered my arms and led me to the bedroom.
“B-but…I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I’m not tired. I’m ready.”
“For?”
“For sex.”
“Are you wet?”
“Soaked.”
“Is your clit throbbing?”
“Harder than any drum you’ve ever played.”
“Good,” he murmured against my lips. “Then simmer a while longer for me.”
I jerked my head back and gaped up at him while shock and fury pulsed through my veins. Twisting my wrists from his grip, I slapped my hands on my hips. “I’ve been simmering all day.”
“I know. I’ve smelled the sweet heat of your succulent cunt since this morning.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“You’ll see.” His cryptic reply sent my frustration soaring higher, until he kissed me again—so soft and slow—and magically smoothed the edges of my prickly demand.
We snuggled into bed and I managed to fall asleep while Ross massaged my scalp and stroked my arm. I was lost in some forgotten dream when he woke me with hungry kisses and an eager, prodding erection.
Finally, he’s ready to put my fire out.
At least I’d hoped that until he pulled away with a playful tug of my lip.
“I’ll pull on my jeans and gather up some blankets while you toss on a nightgown and grab the pillows.”
“For what?”
“You’ll see.” The wicked gleam in his eyes told me he was planning something fun, so I didn’t bother to argue.
Quiet as a couple of church mice, we snuck out of the guesthouse, and back up the trail.
The stars twinkled like diamonds and the wet dew tickled my bare feet. When we reached the flat rock, Ross spread out the blankets and pillows on the lush, grassy ground. Then he peeled my nightgown off over my head. After tossing it onto the rock, he lifted me into his strong arms, then slanted his warm, loving lips to mine. Long minutes later, need was blazing again low in my belly when he eased me onto the soft bed of covers.
Lips still tingling, I lifted onto an elbow and watched him strip off his tee and jeans in the shimmering moonlight. Ross’s sun-kissed flesh rippled and glowed, sending sparks zipping up my spine. He tossed his clothes alongside mine, then knelt between my knees. Prowling up my body, like a sleek, sexy lion, Ross cupped my breasts and captured my lips in a sinful, toe-curling kiss. He dragged the pads of his thumbs over each aching crest, swallowing my soft moans as I arched my back, brazenly begging for more.
As Ross hovered over me, his big body blanketed me in heat while his masterful fingers, mouth, and tongue set me ablaze. Delicious flames licked up my spine, and as he murmured sinful, erotic words in my ear, I clung to the silky threads of euphoria. Ever so slowly, Ross pressed his wide crest between my quivering folds, filling and stretching