Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,183

even harder on her front. He pushed against her, and her clit rubbed the bare skin of his chest. She thought she might faint. His hands kneaded her ass, pulling her infinitesimally closer then pushing her back, just enough to keep the pressure building in her clit.

She didn’t want to stop kissing. But lost in the sensations, Josie had to leave his mouth so she could gasp a breath. His mouth found her throat, and she let her head touch the wall behind her. His tongue swirled on her skin. He let her slip down a fraction of an inch, so now she pressed against the cold metal of his belt buckle. The new sensation on her heated flesh made her groan aloud.

One hand left her ass, but he was so strong he didn’t let her drop any further. She felt his hands working at his belt. His pants clung to him from the wetness. Her senses reeling, Josie had time to think that they had reached the point of no return, only to be hampered by a stubborn pair of trousers that refused to be shucked.

She ought to have known better. Jack was too persistent to give up so easily. He pulled her against him so she was totally supported on his hands. He carried her from the hall, across the living room and into her bedroom.

Despite their mutual urgency, Jack didn’t throw Josie onto the bed. Instead, with one hand beneath her ass and the other cradling her head, he laid her down as gently as if he were placing fine china. The subtle, tender gesture took her breath away without lessening her need.

This is crazy.

He crawled up the bed over her, and as he lifted his hips she helped him push down the wet and clinging material. The pants, briefs inside them, stuck on the smoothness of his ass, but Josie pushed and Jack pulled. The fabric bunched and caught on his boots, and he bent to unlace them with impatient fingers. The string knotted, and with a curse, he tore the laces open. With a kick of one foot against the other, he finally rid himself of his pants and slid back over her to kiss her again.

He lay between her thighs as they kissed. Josie’s legs parted to accommodate him. She waited, aching for him to enter her. Jack pulled away. Startled, Josie opened her eyes.

Jack moved his mouth down to the pulse beating in her throat. His tongue traced circles on her skin. He nipped along the edge of her shoulder, exposed by the neckline of her too-large shirt. He continued over the curve of her breast, pausing to suckle a moment through the damp fabric. Josie pushed upward to allow him greater access, but Jack had already moved down over the slope of her belly, across her naked hip, bared by the lifted hem of her shirt. His lips traveled down her thigh, nuzzling the soft downy hairs she didn’t bother to shave. Then over where she needed him to be, where she’d dreamed of him being for so long…so fucking long….

She was suddenly overjoyed she’d taken the time to shower.

Jack put one hand on each of her inner thighs and supported himself on his elbows between her legs. He dipped his head to lick her with a finesse she’d always known he’d have. Back and forth, up and down, then settling into a small, circular pattern that took her to the edge within moments.

As if he were completely attuned to her body, Jack backed off. Josie sighed a protest. He touched her, lightly, with one hand. Her clit pulsed beneath his touch.

She looked down to see him watching her, a question in his eyes. Josie nodded almost imperceptibly, giving him permission. Her heart swelled as he bent to love her with his tongue again. This was Jack between her legs, her Jack, her friend and now, at last, her lover.

There was no guilt, no shame. She’d loved him for years as a man she could count on for anything. He’d been there through tears and laughter, held her hand through times of trouble, sent her flowers on her birthday when nobody else remembered. Tomorrow might bring regret, but at this moment, Josie gave herself up to the feelings she’d been hiding for too damn long.

Jack’s breath sent a shiver crawling up her. She was going to come again. After her orgasm on the dance floor, she didn’t think she’d have been able,