by Ava Meyers
Because while he could see the hint of fear in her eyes, it was the normal fear of a woman about to take a new lover. She didn’t look scared that he’d hurt her. In fact, she looked fascinated, entranced by his body, which made him want to preen and flex his muscles.
Casually, he reached down and handled his dick, making her suck in a swift breath, her eyes riveted to the sight of his hand stroking himself. “Does this scare you?”
“A—a little. You’re—you’re big.”
Noah swallowed hard, beginning to feel like he was drowning in those luminous blue eyes of hers. “But you don’t have to be scared. I would never use my strength to hurt you or to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Do you believe that?”
She nodded.
“Good.” Still gripping himself, he walked over to the bed and stretched out. He allowed himself several more strokes as she watched, her fascination making his own touch feel brand new and electric. Finally, he released himself, deliberately placed both palms behind his head, and closed his eyes.
The sounds of their combined breaths filled the air. After several minutes of silence, she said, “Noah?”
It was the first time she’d called him by his name and pleasure rippled through his entire body. Holy hell. Her eyes on him, her voice saying his name—it was enough to drive him bad-shit crazy with lust. How was he going to handle her actually putting her hands on him? He cracked his eyes open. “Yes, Jenna?”
“What—what do you want me to do?”
Everything. “What do you want to do?”
“I—I don’t know.”
Yeah, you do, he thought. He could see the desire in her eyes. “Well, when you figure it out, I’m right here. I’m at your disposal, Jenna. Whatever you want from me, or whatever you want to do to me, I’m here for you.” With that, he closed his eyes again and waited.
“Can’t you just—I don’t know, take the lead?”
She sounded so frustrated he almost smiled. “I can, if that’s what you really want. But I figured this way would be better. I don’t want to inadvertently scare you. I want you to know that whatever we do, you have total control over me. Do you understand that?
“Yes,” she whispered.
Another long pause and she still hadn’t moved closer. Without opening his eyes, he said mildly, “Do you want me to make some suggestions? Because I have plenty of those.” He took her silence as agreement and opened his eyes. “Come over and kiss me.”
“On the mouth or on—” Her gaze jumped to his dick, which was happily pointing its way up his body.
“Why don’t we start with on the mouth and see where things take us from there?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Jenna could hardly believe what she was seeing. What she was feeling.
Noah James was buck ass naked on her bed, his hands behind his head, every inch of his bronzed skin exposed to her. He was lean and of average height, but nothing else about him was average. His body was ripped with muscles that bulged and flexed. Even his cock seemed muscular as it thrust out from between his legs, long and thick. She stared at it, practically feeling it inside her, everywhere.
She felt the shimmer of desire she always felt around him explode into something hot and intense. She imagined him taking her, with her hips pulled high and his palm curved around the back of her neck, holding her down as he pounded into her. The visual made her moan, but then she remembered the last man who’d taken her that way, and the heat swiftly snuffed out, leaving her cold and doubtful again.
God, she was never going to be able to do this. And if she couldn’t do it with Noah, who was spread out on the bed like a virgin sacrifice, she wasn’t going to be able to do it with anyone.
Shaking her head, she turned away, then hugged her arms to her chest. She was pathetic. She’d thought she was ready for this. To move on, but—
“What happened?” he asked quietly. “You were into it. Into me. What did you remember?”
“This isn’t going to work,” she said.
He paused for a couple of seconds, then said, “A little early to give up, don’t you think? Because I think you’re stronger than that.”
She whirled around and pointed at him. “That’s the problem. You don’t know me.”
“You’re wrong. I know you’re beautiful. Brave. A good friend. I know someone hurt you in one of the worst ways a man can hurt a woman, but you haven’t let him destroy you. You’re not giving in to it. You want to live again. Fuck again. Maybe even love again. You said yourself there’s a man you want and you aren’t letting your fear of sex stop you from going after him.”
Lord, he was talking about Stavish, but he had it all wrong. She ran her hands through her hair. “This is crazy. Why are you even wasting your time with me?”
“My dick isn’t this hard because it thinks you’re crazy, Jenna. I want you. I want in you. The question is, are you going to let me get there?”
He still hadn’t moved. Despite the intensity of his gaze, his body was relaxed. He was so beautiful. All over. She stared at his face and those amber eyes that glowed with passion and goodness, but her gaze was continually drawn back to two things: his hands and his penis. They could hurt her—he could hurt her—
“He took me anally,” she confessed. “I—I don’t want that. Not ever again—”
Understanding swept over his expression. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, sweetness. We’re starting with a kiss, remember?”
“But you heard me, right? You won’t try to…you know.” She waved her hand in an all-inclusive gesture.
“I swear to you, Jenna, we won’t do anything unless you want it to happen.”
His voice was adamant. Firm. She believed he meant what he said. But it was so hard to trust. Once a man’s control snapped, he was capable of doing things even he thought he’d never do. She’d trusted before, only to be betrayed. How could she ever open herself up to a man again?
“Just a kiss, querida. Please. I’m dying to feel your mouth on mine.”
She took a bracing breath. This guy was too good to be true. He was making himself completely available to her, and she couldn’t even kiss him?
Tentatively, she walked closer. Part of her waited for him to pounce. To remove his hands from behind his head and pull her to him. He didn’t. He just smiled. “That’s right, sweetness. Come here and give it to me. No taking, just you giving, you understand?”
She sat on the bed beside him. Placed a hand on the ball of his shoulder. He hissed and closed his eyes, but before she could pull away, he said, “I’ve dreamed about you touching me. At night, you’re all I’ve been able to think about.” He opened his eyes again, their golden depths luring her even closer. “Have you dreamed about me, too?”
She wasn’t sure she should tell him, but… “Yes,” she whispered.
He smiled again, drawing her gaze to his mouth. His lips looked so soft while the skin beneath her palm was rock hard. Hot. Would his mouth be hot, too?
She suddenly couldn’t wait another minute to find out. Slowly, she leaned down until her mouth hovered over his. And still he didn’t raise up to take the kiss he so clearly wanted.
“Yours for the taking, remember?”
Mine. All mine, she thought dreamily.
She pressed her mouth lightly against his and had to choke back her moan of pleasure. His mouth was hot and he felt so good. Her breath hitched and so did his. He tasted tangy, like the first sip of a margarita rimmed with salt, and before she knew it her tongue slipped between his lips and rubbed against his.
She whimpered at the moist contact, shuddering when his tongue gently nudged hers back. His mouth widened, inviting her in, but she drew back, confused not only by the desire that was coursing through her veins, but by the feelings that accompanied them. Gratitude. Admiration. Curiosity. They were making her see him not as a body to be used, but as a man to savor, not just for a night but perhaps for a lifetime.
What was happening here
? Why did she suddenly feel like Noah, even though he was the naked one, could see everything that she was and more?
He still hadn’t touched her. She looked at his cock and it seemed to have just gotten bigger. From her kiss alone?
“Are you done kissing me or do you want more?”
She glanced up. His mouth was slick from her own. “I want—I want more,” she said.
“Then take it. As much as you want.”
“You won’t—you won’t touch me?”
“Not until you ask me to.” He seemed to be saying that over and over, as if repetition would really make her believe it. It was working.
It was far easier this time to lean down and kiss him. Soon, their breaths were soughing and she rocked her mouth against his almost desperately. He tasted so good. Felt so good. Without conscious thought, her hands smoothed themselves across his chest and shoulders. Somehow, she found herself straddling his waist, trying to get closer to him, digging her tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth.
Suddenly, he gasped and arched upward, almost knocking her off him. Instinctively, she pulled away, shocked to discover she’d scooted down to his thighs and had her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Although her fingers couldn’t quite encircle him completely, she stroked him with slow, languorous pulls.
She looked up at him. His eyes were bright and he was gritting his teeth as he watched her touch him. “Is this—is this okay?” Even as she asked, she felt a drop of moisture on her thumb and smoothed it against the tip of him. He groaned.
“Better than okay,” he choked out. “It feels so damn good.”
Testing, she gripped him harder. Worked her hand faster. And still he kept his hands behind his head. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” he warned.
She moved until she was once again perched next to him, clearly able to see what she was doing. Silently, her other hand joined the first until they were simultaneously pumping him. From the corner of her eye, she watched, waiting, sure that the longer she worked him, he’d have to crack and reach for her. But he didn’t. Soon all her concentration focused on his dick and the way his hips were unconsciously shifting and arching into her touch. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Your hands feel so good. I’m going to shoot my load, Jenna. If you don’t want that, stop.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell no,” he groaned.
She smiled. She couldn’t believe it. He was actually going to come without having touched her once. It made her feel safe. It made her feel powerful. So much so that, after only a brief hesitation, she bent down and covered the tip of his dick with her mouth while her hands kept on working him.
He shouted in surprise as she suckled him. He was even saltier here, and her mouth strained to open wide enough to take him. His flesh was hard, the bulbous head rubbing against her tongue only as far as she allowed. He was holding back, she knew it. Could tell that he wanted to plunge himself deep in the back of her throat, but he didn’t. The man had incredible control. Imagining him losing that control didn’t scare her as much as she would have thought. Rather, it aroused her even more, but she knew it was because it was a fantasy.
His thighs trembled. “Here I come,” he yelled just before his cock jerked and a jet of cum hit her tongue. She moaned and sucked harder, demanding more, relishing everything he gave her. It kept coming and she swallowed it all, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. When his hips finally relaxed, she lightened the pressure, but she didn’t stop sucking him. Licking him. He let her do what she wanted long after she thought he would. Finally, she pulled back and licked her lips.
He looked dazed, with a smile on his blissed-out face. Pride thrummed through her. She’d never put that particular expression on a man’s face before. Scooting upward, she cupped his face with her hand and his eyes flickered open. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth. Kissed her palm and then the back of her hand it an old-world, courtly gesture that reminded her of knights in shining armor who rescued princesses, slaying dragons if they had to.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured.
No. He was the incredible one. How could a man so strong and dominant in real life be so giving in bed? Lightly, she caressed his bulging biceps. Leaned down and kissed one. Tugged on the wrists that even now kept his palms locked behind his head. Her skin felt tight and there was no mistaking the feel of the cream that coated her panties. “I think—I think I want you to touch me now,” she whispered.
CHAPTER FIVE
Thank God, Noah thought, staring into Jenna’s turbulent blue eyes. They mirrored everything she was feeling. She’d loved making him come. Her face was flushed with pleasure and her nipples were hard points underneath her sweater. His mouth watered to suck on them, but he knew he couldn’t give himself that kind of freedom yet.
He’d have kept his hands behind his head for however long she needed him to, but he’d thought he was going to die from not being able to touch her. Somewhere. Anywhere. It had almost killed him not to bury his hands in her hair while she was going down on him, but he’d focused instead on the tight clasp of her mouth and the caress of her whisper-soft hair against his belly and thighs. Slowly, he removed his hands from behind his head.
“Show me where you want me to touch you,” he said. “Take my wrists.”
She did, wrapping the same fingers around his wrists that had just been wrapped around his dick. She moved until she once again straddled him, the heat of her burning his skin even through the fabric of her jeans. She pressed his palms against her breasts and they both groaned together. “Oh baby,” he whispered as he gently squeezed the curves that overflowed his hands. “Your tits are incredible.”
His moved his hands in circles, teasing her breasts before he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “I’ve jacked off thinking about these beauties. Lean down. I want to suck on them.”
She complied and he reared up, shoving up her sweater before capturing one hard nipple and sucking it hard through her bra. She gasped.
“Do you like this?”
She bit her lip and pushed herself deeper into his mouth, but he shook his head. “You have to talk to me, querida. Do you like this?”
“Yes. Please. Suck me…suck me harder.”
He moved to her other breast, this time yanking down the cup of her bra before pulling the nipple into the heated cavern of his mouth. With his other hand, he plumped her other breast, then began moving his mouth from one to the other, flicking and sucking each nipple until they were berry red and as hard as pearls.
It was rare, but some women could come just from having their breasts played with. It might take some work getting there, but he was willing to bet she was one of them.
“Please, Noah. Touch me some more.”
“I am touching you,” he teased. To prove his point, he kneaded her breasts a little roughly, loving the way she squeezed her thighs around him in an effort to ease the ache between them. Frustrated, she ground her lower body against him. “No, I mean touch me more.”
“Show me,” he ordered.
She dragged his hands down to her hips and arched, rubbing her core against him until his dick found its spot between her legs. She froze and so did he, his hot breaths hitting her chest. Waiting. Wondering if she’d hit her limit. She didn’t move for several minutes and then she began a steady rhythmic thrust and retreat, one that repeatedly rubbed his dick against her clit. She was sobbing now, pushing his head harder into the valley between her breasts, frantic for the sensations that were quickly building to a fevered pitch.
He tried to pull his hands out of her grasp so he could touch her, but she held on, making him think she was getting scared. “It’s okay. Let’s take a break.” Again, he tried to withdraw his hands but she gasped, “No.”
She stopped grinding against him, widened her stance, and pushed herself slightly up on her knees. Then she pulled at one of his wrists, guiding it between her legs until the back of his hand gr
azed her center. “Please. Touch me.”
Instantly, he turned his hand until he cupped her. Unerringly, his thumb found her clit through the denim and rubbed. She let out a soft, keening cry, closed her eyes and flung her head back. She kept her fingers wrapped around both his wrists but she didn’t push him away. Keeping his hand between her legs, he moved his other hand back to her breast and squeezed her nipple again, this time a little harder than before.
She grimaced, her expression clearly one of unbearable pleasure.
He raised his knees slightly so they nudged against her from behind. “Lie back against me,” he urged. Her eyes flew open and she mewled, a sound of uncertainty. He just stared at her as he continued to rub her sensitive flesh. Finally, she did as he said, her legs splaying open even wider.
Her hips gyrated to the rhythm he set with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to spread her out, take off all her clothes, and drive himself into her wet heat, but there was something infinitely exciting about having her sit on top of him, all her clothes still intact, her bottom rubbing against him, making him harder as he watched her getting closer and closer to breaking apart.
He knew the instant she realized she was going to climax. Her eyes flew open and she stiffened. “Wait—” she gasped out. “Stop. Please.”
His first thought was, Fuck no, but she was obviously scared of the release she’d never found with a man before. It was that fear that stopped him from ripping open her jeans, jerking them off her body, and burying his fingers into her pussy. It was a pure thrill, knowing he’d brought her so far with so little effort, but she needed to know she could trust him, that she could control how far things went, so he forced himself to stop caressing her. He kept his hands right where they were though, resting against her while quivers racked her body. “Don’t you want to come, baby?”
“No—no. I—I can’t. I’ve never—”
“You were so close. You felt it and so did I. It’ll feel so good, so amazing if you just let yourself have it, Jenna. And damn, I want to give it to you.”