Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,63
my tongue. The little voice in my head started to issue another warning, but the beast roared and snarled, drowning out everything but the almighty need to grant this delicate angel her wish.
“Oh, fuck, princess,” I softly growled.
Dropping my chin, I dissolved against her silky lips.
Instead of eating at her like a man possessed, to scare her away, I took my time and savored the texture and taste of her sweet mouth. Relished the sound of her soft kitten-like moans. Memorized the feel of her slender arms now draped over my wide shoulders, and the way her body aligned utterly perfectly to mine.
Little by little, I ramped up the kiss and slid my tongue along the seam of her lips. Taunting, teasing, I sought her permission to glide past those plump pillows. I could taste the hesitation and desire warring inside her. Unwilling to force my way in, I coerced her with a deliberate and unhurried glide of my tongue until Harmony slowly parted and welcomed me.
Tamping down the drumming desire to plunge deep and claim her, I slowly worked my way into her soft liquid heat while memorizing each velvety swell and crevice. I glided a hand into her satiny curls, soft as summer rain, and clenched a fist. Then holding her beneath my mouth, I notched the kiss from smoldering to incinerating.
Mewling softly, Harmony rocked her hips, as if trying to relieve the thunder of desire coalescing between her legs. The unpracticed scrape of her feminine heat was wrecking me. My cock throbbed and wept so badly I wanted to howl.
A second later, it hit me… I was touching, kissing, and commanding Harmony yet still a hundred and ten percent in control. What the fuck?
Where was the panic? The tsunami of guilt and anguish?
Though my beast was eager to claim and hungry to own, it wasn’t poised to pounce, pacing, snarling, or tugging on its chain. Instead, my sexual passions were patiently waiting and watching as if knowing Harmony was far too pure and fragile to expose to those dangerous desires.
How long had this balance and stability been sleeping inside me?
I didn’t have a clue. I’d been a coward…too scared to even try to have a normal sex life again. It was easier to believe the only way I could stay in control was by giving mine away.
I never intended to be your crutch, Angie’s voice whispered through me.
No, but I’d used her as one all the same.
Harmony’s kiss was still searing my cells as I pulled back and raised my heavy lids. Her eyes were closed. Her succulent lips were swollen, glistening, and parted so sensually, so willing, trusting, and ready it squeezed my heart.
Put the past to rest once and for all, Angie’s voice whispered before floating away.
Yes, it was time, past time. I think, deep down, I’d known that for years. I just didn’t know how. Was I brave enough to let go of the guilt?
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Harmony lifted her thick lashes and blinked up at me.
Her eyes were glazed in need. Her chest rose and fell with each panted breath, and a low, needy moan seeped from her throat. And at that moment, I knew with certain clarity that this innocent, sheltered beauty might very well be my only salvation. And that I would cut off my own arm and pull out my heart before I’d ever hurt her in any way.
“I don’t know what’s happening. I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.”
“Do you ache?” I asked, dragging my finger over her lush bottom lip.
“Yes.”
“Is your body throbbing?” I whispered, brushing a barely there caress up the outside swell of her breast.
“Like a drum,” she breathlessly groaned.
“Do you want me to make it feel better?”
I couldn’t in good conscience let her continue to suffer like this…couldn’t be a raging bastard and make her simmer all night without helping her find the relief she so desperately craved. Yeah, who was I kidding? I was crawling out of my skin for the chance to feel, hear, and watch Harmony shatter.
“You can do that?”
“Absolutely, princess.”
“Yes…yes. I need you to make it stop.”
“Mmm, it’ll be my pleasure,” I moaned, dragging my tongue up the column of her neck and nipping the lobe of her ear. “It’s going to get a lot more intense before it stops. Do you trust me…trust me to put my hands up your dress…dance my fingers over your flesh, and put that fire out?”