Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,96
he groaned.
“Make love to me, Ross…please?”
He clenched his jaw and, without a word, rolled out of bed. Sucking in a startled breath, I sat up and watched as he lit the logs in the white marble fireplace across from the footboard. Ross’s shaft was already hard and jutting out from beneath his rippled abs as he strode back to the side of the bed. Lifting the electronic keypad from the nightstand, he pushed a couple of buttons. As soft, romantic music filled the air, the curtains retracted, and moonlight spilled into the room.
“You thought about this, haven’t you?”
“Every fucking day since I laid eyes on you, princess,” he growled as he climbed onto the bed and prowled over me.
Though I hadn’t regained all the strength to my injured arm yet, I could use it…could press both palms against his steely abs. Drinking in the warmth of his flesh, I let my fingers dance over his hard chest and savored the sparks skipping up my arms.
Ross brushed the hair from my face and gazed into my eyes. “I hate knowing that what I’m about to do is going to hurt you. But I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to replace the pain with ecstasy.”
Tears of gratitude and happiness stung my eyes. “I’m not afraid of anything. I trust you with all of me.”
Chapter Twenty
Ross
Heart in my throat, I slid my hands beneath her back, lifted Harmony onto my thighs, and hugged her to my chest. Enveloped in her alluring scent of honeysuckle and lilac, I drank in the contours of her face. There wasn’t a hint of reservation or doubt in her electric-blue eyes. The flames from the fireplace dancing over her flesh illuminated her dusty-pink nipples now stabbing the air and ignited an even bigger blaze inside me.
After endless weeks of fantasizing about this moment, I couldn’t believe it was actually about to happen. And while I’d desperately wanted to make her a woman where she’d spent every day as a child, there was no way in hell I could refuse Harmony’s heart-melting, ball-churning, and cock-hardening plea.
Remember. Take it slow, fucker, the little voice in my head warned.
Silencing every cell in my body screaming for me to hurry, I gazed at the moonlight painting her flesh in a golden hue and gently cupped her nape.
“I love you, princess.”
“I love you, t—”
Though I knew I needed to go slow, I couldn’t wait to feel her lips a second longer. Cinching a hand in her hair, I captured them in an urgent, passionate kiss. Long seconds later, I gently teased her seam with my tongue. With a blissful sigh, Harmony opened, and I plunged inside, savoring the liquid heat of her mouth with long, deliberate strokes.
Easing back slightly, I cupped her heavy breast in my palm and dragged my thumb over her pebbled nub. She sucked in a gasp, drawing the air from my mouth, then moaned against my tongue as I toyed and teased the hard tip.
Almost instantly, Harmony started writhing, tickling my cock with the downy curls that had regrown and searing my cock with the heat pouring off her wet virgin pussy.
The same wet virgin pussy I’d soon claim.
That realization had my cock—already spilling like a fountain—weeping even more. The demand to work my tongue, lips, and teeth down her soft body and plunge my face between her folds, lap up all her tart juice as it dripped down my chin, wasn’t helping stem the flow of my cock one damn bit. But then neither was my plan to layer her orgasms—one on top of the next—until she was delirious. Only then would I begin to rupture her fragile hymen.
The ache to see, hear, and feel her shatter pressed in on me. But knowing she’d be clenching, quivering, and spasming all around my cock when she came this time had my restraint coiling so tightly I feared it would snap off its chain. I was already riding the razor’s edge and I hadn’t even properly warmed her up.
Raw with need, I begrudgingly eased from her mouth. Gently sucking the plump flesh of her bottom lip between my teeth, I gave it a soft tug. Harmony trembled, moaned, and clung to me like a lifeline as I skimmed kisses across her jaw, down her slender throat, and over her fragile collarbones before working my way to her pink, pointed nipples.
“Ross…Ross.” She chanted my name like a prayer.
“I’m right here, princess. I’ve got you. Just let go and feel…everything,”