Unraveling (Second Chances) - By Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,128
he pulled away, hovering above me, his chest heaving with every breath. He stared into my eyes, searching for something. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. “Are you sure?” he asked. He bent so his forehead was pressed to mine, nose to nose. “Once we start… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” he bit his bottom lip.
I swallowed, and said the words I knew he needed to hear. “Touch me, Jared. All of me.”
With a growl, he ripped his shirt over his head. The muscles of his chest rippled and I traced them with my finger. His skin was so soft, but hard, at the same time.
“I can’t resist you,” he kissed a trail down my neck to the curve of my breast that swelled in my shirt. “I never could.”
I ran my fingers from the edge of his jeans, over his stomach, before wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him to my lips.
I pushed all thoughts of Preston and what he did, to the back of my mind.
This was different.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his hips against mine, I moaned when I felt his hardness.
“Katy,” he panted against my lips, “please, I have to take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you, and if you keep doing things like that, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Jared,” I pleaded, but he silenced me with his lips. He kissed me thoroughly before raising me up, pulling his jacket off of me, and then, my thin cotton shirt.
He traced the curves of both of my breasts with his finger, before skimming that finger down my stomach, around my belly button, stopping at my jeans. I held my breath, waiting for him to remove them, but I jumped in surprise, when his tongue made a trail up my body, following the same path his finger had just taken. I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me.
“You like that?” he growled.
I nodded, having lost my voice.
He moved back down my body, lavishing me with his tongue. When he reached the top of my jeans, I arched. I needed them off.
With a gentle hand, he pushed me back down to the bed, holding me there. “Slow, kitten, we take this slow. I want this to be perfect for you.”
I nodded. He held my eyes in his steady gaze as he popped the button on my jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. I whimpered.
“Do you want me to stop? If you want me to stop, it has to be now,” he paused.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Oh, thank God,” he crashed his lips against mine once more. I wiggled my jeans down to my hips. With a mighty yank Jared had them completely off and on the floor. “You’re mine,” he growled, devouring me.
“I’m yours,” I tangled my fingers in his short hair. “I have been since the moment I met you.”
He lightly bit my shoulder and growled, “You have no idea how good it is to hear that.”
“Please, Jared,” I thrust my hips against his, “I need you.”
“You’re impossible woman,” he nipped my chin.
He stood up and I mewled in protest. He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled a small foil packet out, tossing it on the bed next to my head. I watched as he undid his belt buckle and his jeans fell to the floor.
His erection was clearly visible in the outline of his boxer-briefs. My eyes widened in wonder. How the hell would that fit inside of me?
Before, I could freak out completely, he was back on top of me, holding himself above me. He lifted me up, flicking the clasp of my bra apart. It fell down my arms and he pulled it away, promptly kneading my breasts. “God,” he moaned, “when will I stop being surprised that everything about you is perfect?”
His mouth closed over one of my nipples and I cried out. “Jared!”
His mouth swirled over the tightened bud. “I don’t know if I can stop, Katy.”
“I’m not asking you to,” I panted as his hand skimmed down my stomach to my panties, ripping them from my body. I now lay completely bare to him. I thought for sure I would feel embarrassment, or panic, but instead I just felt love. This was Jared and I was ready to give everything to him.
His mouth moved to my other breast as his hand slid lower. His fingers flicked at my entrance, before one slipped