Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,189

months of bliss since they’d taken the leap from friendship to love, and there still wasn’t a day she didn’t look over at him sleeping beside her and send up gratitude.

Sunday morning. No place to go, nothing to do, a warm, comfortable bed and the man she loved beside her. She couldn’t ask for anything better than that. Josie let her eyes drift closed again as the rhythm of Jack’s breathing soothed her back to sleep.

In another moment, she felt his hand rest on the curve of her stomach. He bunched his fingers on the cotton of the oversize T-shirt she’d worn to bed and pulled the material up over her thighs. With the covers tangled around her ankles, the air was slightly chilly on her skin.

She mumbled a protest, but his kiss on her neck stopped her. She smiled, eyes still closed. He was going to surprise her again.

Jack rubbed small circles on her bare belly with the flat of his palm. His hand was so large it covered her nearly from side to side. His fingers skimmed the edge of her cotton bikini panties.

He slipped lower, over the soft cotton barrier, and cupped her. She shifted her thighs to give him better access. She didn’t open her eyes—the better to lose herself in the sensations he was giving her. His fingertip found the small bump of her clit and he began to stroke it in the same, slow circles he’d used on her stomach.

Josie sighed. Jack kissed her neck. His breath was hot on her skin. The tip of his tongue caressed her briefly before she felt the nip of his teeth.

The pattern of his strokes had her on the edge within a minute or two, but he didn’t get her off right then. He knew her too well for that. Jack liked to tease. He backed off, changed the rhythm, made the strokes longer and up and down instead of the steady circles he knew she adored. His hand slipped lower, further down the now-damp crotch of her panties. He pressed the heel of his hand against her and let his fingers play along the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

Still, Josie feigned sleep. She knew Jack knew she was awake. It was just more fun to play this way, to see how long it would take before she couldn’t stop herself from moaning and reaching for him.

Up again went his hand, this time to dip below the elastic of her panties and slide through the curls beneath. His fingertip found her swollen clit, but he bypassed it to tickle her folds, and press her opening. He didn’t push his finger inside, though she waited in breathless anticipation. He smoothed his finger along her flesh. Taunting her.

Josie shifted again and opened herself more to his exploration. Jack didn’t take the hint. He kept up slow, gentle stroking, pausing every now and then to lightly touch her clit.

It was driving her crazy, and he knew it. Josie tilted her hips the next time he slipped down, and he gave her what she wanted. His finger slid inside her. First the tip, then the full length. His thumb found her clit and pressed in gentle counterpoint to the slow sliding of his finger.

Josie moaned. Jack had won the game. She didn’t care. Losing was actually more fun.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“Don’t you know by now?”

His deep chuckle against her neck made her nipples peak and her pussy contract. Josie put her hand on top of his head and let the scruff of his close-cropped hair scratch at her palm. He nestled his head into her shoulder and curled along her body. She opened her eyes and cocked her head to look at him.

“I know,” Jack said. “I just want to hear you say it.”

In all their years of friendship, Josie had never known of Jack’s fetish for explicit talk. They’d shared a lot of secrets, but until she became his lover, this was one he’d never told.

It still surprised her, how just her speaking could get him so hot. How the tone of her voice, her choice of words, could turn him on as much as her mouth or her hands. She’d never dreamed she’d find as much pleasure in talking as she did in making love, but there it was. Loving Jack had opened up a lot of new doors for her.

“Put your mouth on me,” Josie said. Jack’s muffled groan made her laugh, until he