“Almost home. Got a key ready?” Water ran in rivulets down his face. Glittering drops gathered on the tips of his long, dark eyelashes.
Clio released her grip around his neck to dig through her purse for her house key. Holding her tighter against his chest, he sprinted down the sidewalk.
He pounded up the path to her front door and skidded to an unstable halt, slipping on the steps to the front door. Her laughter rang out over the pelting noise of rain slapping the leaves in the trees.
Once in the shelter of the awning above the stoop, he released the arm under her knees, letting her slide along his body to regain her feet. Water did attract electricity. Hot currents sped along her nerve endings as her damp skin connected with his. His fingers were wet and warm on her back.
Thunder boomed in the distance, drowning out the noise of rain that pummeled the metal awning overhead. Clio jabbed her key into the lock and, a second later, had the door open. Hurrying, she crossed the threshold with Jax crowding in behind.
Chapter 7
The breath caught in Clio’s throat when she turned and her breasts brushed his chest. Searing temptation followed the brief touch. She took a hasty step backward. The coarse wool of the antique rug in the entry hall under her bare feet was the only thing keeping her from melting. Water dripped on the floor from the hem of her soaked dress. The rain had rendered her clothes nearly transparent. Jax’s yellow shirt was plastered to his body, defining heavy pectorals and sharply ridged muscles on his abdomen. Nope, not like any other man on the faculty. She’d never wanted to lick any other professors.
Holding her gaze, Jax sluiced water from his face. When he wiped his hands on his shorts, her gaze tracked the motion. A thick bulge strained his zipper.
Her nipples drew taut beneath the damp fabric across her chest. No way in hell could she dismiss her physical reaction as a result of the blast of cool air coming from the floor vent behind her.
Jax lunged toward her. Wrapping his arms around her back, he hauled her up against his body. When he bent and trapped her mouth under his, the spark she’d grown accustomed to from his touch erupted into flames. He prodded his tongue past her lips and tangled it with hers. She sucked him deep inside, swirling her tongue around his.
Spearing her fingers into his damp hair, she stretched up on her toes and dragged his head closer. When her breasts flattened against hard muscles, desire sizzled from the point of contact and pooled low and hot in her center. His kiss turned voracious, his lips devouring her, swallowing her quiet moan. Oh, heavens, this man kissed like a god.
When he groaned, the deep, gruff noise vibrated in her chest as well. His fingertips scorched her flesh as he dragged them down her spine. As soon as he reached the small of her back, he splayed his hands over her butt and pulled her hard against his hips. She gasped when he circled his pelvis, grinding suggestively against her.
“Want you now,” he growled against her lips.
With a deft move, he spun them until her body was sandwiched between the hard wood of the door and the immovable wall of his torso. He finally released her mouth and started a sweet, tortuous descent along the column of her neck. He tangled his hand in her hair and eased her head to the side, creating a better angle for his mouth.
She shivered when he licked the hollow between her ear and her jaw. The firm pressure of his hand shocked her when he found her breast. Melting heat rushed between her legs, and sheer pleasure wreaked havoc on her body. The shivers continued as he nibbled his way down her neck. She clutched his head between her hands, flexing her fingers on his scalp. The thumping of her heart matched the sharp staccato beat resonating from his chest.
“Clio...oh, God. Feel what you do to me,” he mumbled against the curve where her neck met her shoulder. He thrust his hips against hers and bit hard, then licked and kissed away the sting. “I’ve never wanted anyone this desperately.”
The firm weight of his shaft pressed deliciously into her belly. She lowered her hands to his shoulders and pushed. He stumbled backward, a look of confusion in his eyes. The magnificence of his body stunned her. Broad shoulders tapered to a lean torso and narrow waist and hips. The front of his shorts was stretched taut. The sight of the wide, long ridge dried her mouth and stilled the breath in her lungs.
“I could say the same.” Again, she pushed his chest, backing him up a few more steps. She followed. She laid her hands on his shoulders, went up on her toes, and pressed her mouth to the corner of his. The skin of his generous bottom lip was satin smooth when she licked. She pushed again and chased after him.
His lips curved into a smile. Catching on to her game, he grasped her waist and voluntarily eased backward. “Where are we going?” he asked between earth-shattering draws on her mouth.
Clio slid her arms around his waist. She wrapped her fingers in his shirt and worked it free of his pants. His skin was smooth and hot when she flattened her palms on his bared back. “Not too far. Just to the end of the hall. I have a nice, big bed for us to roll around on.”
Giddy delight rose up her spine when he found the dress’s zipper low on her back and eased it down. He dipped his fingers into the opening and rasped his nails gently along her backbone in the wake of the parting material.
Still walking backward, still possessing her lips, he worked the zipper past the curve of her butt. When he dug his fingers into her hips, he groaned again. Finally, he tore his mouth from her. Resting his forehead against hers, his breath rushed in her face. “Your skin is like silk, your lips like roses. God, what you do to me.”
Following the urge to be bold, Clio lowered her hand to his shorts. She traced her fingers along the front and then cupped him, eliciting his sharp gasp. Head thrown back, he jutted his hips forward, seating himself more fully in her hand. She massaged the length of him while raining kisses along the rough stubble exposed on the underside of his jaw.
Growling, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand around his hip, resting it on the flat of his back. “No more teasing. You keep touching me like that, I’m going to blow. I’d much rather be in you when that happens.” His rumbling voice raised goose bumps on her body.
“Me, too.”
Weaving his arms around her torso he brought her close against him. When he lifted, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She squeaked when he spun around and banged into the wall. “Sorry, wrong direction. Which way?”
Hooking a thumb backward over her shoulder, she directed him down the hall to the bedroom.
“We need to lose these clothes, Jax.”
The hungry smile on his face changed to wicked in the blink of an eye. “Damn straight.”
Thanks to the rain, her room was shrouded in gloom. The small lamp she’d left lit on the bedside table cast a warm pool of light over the pile of pillows scattered at the top of the bed.
Jax lifted his knee to the bed between her legs. Her clit zinged as she rode his hard thigh on her way to the mattress. Amazing sensation rose in waves when he slid his hands along her legs. The tide surged when he slipped them under the hem of her dress. Dropping his foot back to the floor, he trailed his fingers along her inner thigh and continued upward. She tilted her hips. There was no stopping her whimpers when he brushed her panties, prodding one fingertip into her slit. If his finger felt this wonderful through the thin lace, having no barrier between them was going to border on explosive.
Jax bent and nuzzled the back of her knee, his lips tickling. He nudged her leg up until one foot rested on his shoulder. He twisted his fingers in the elastic of her bikini panties and tugged. When she lifted her butt, her heel dug into the hollow above his collarbone. Turning his head, he bit her ankle, the pain-pleasure climbing her leg.
Seconds later, he jerked the lacey undergarment down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the scrap of fabric to the floor with a grin. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Come here.” With a chuckle, he planted his big hands behind her knees. He yanked her to the edge of the bed, arranging her legs on each
side of his hips.
Wanting to free him from his clothes, she reached for his belt buckle.
Grasping her wrist, he stilled her motion. “Not yet. I have plans.” The stroke of his hand between her legs made her sigh. Another one of his sexy, low chuckles filled the room.
Her nerve endings danced like wind chimes. A soft moan escaped her lips when he pressed one hand on her belly and worked the other under her hips. He went to his knees next to the bed. A second later, his hot tongue caressed her skin as he slowly moved up her leg.
Breath whimpered out of her. She was not above begging. “Jax, please get there soon. Please.” Pushing up on her elbows, she watched him leisurely nuzzle his way up her leg.
He lifted the skirt of her dress above her hips, baring her to his gaze. And dear heavens, he took his time staring at her. Outside, thunder boomed, matching the storm building within her with each brush of his fingers, each touch of his lips or tongue.
“You’re gorgeous.” He licked her. “Rosy and wet”—another lick—“and hot.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and dipped a finger inside her. Fisting her hands in the comforter she bit her lips to keep from crying out her pleasure.
A shock of sensation blasted up her belly and lodged under her heart like one of Cupid’s arrows. His name was a sigh on her lips. Finding the top of her dress confining, Clio released her grip on the covers and reached behind her neck. She pulled at the ties holding the halter-top in place. The damp ties resisted, then finally gave when she jerked. She lowered the soaked fabric, baring her breasts. Pressing the mounds together, she circled her fingertips on her nipples. Although her hands were smaller than Jax’s, she could pretend it was him…kneading her, cupping her. The heat Jax’s mouth generated on her slit clashed with the cool air on her chest, pushing her along with the tide.
“I knew you’d taste like cinnamon.” He lifted her hips higher, angling her for better access.
He took his time, working magic on her body. Tongue replaced fingers. With each thrust and lick, the wet, slurping noises he made drew her closer to the edge. Each time he nibbled on her clit, or brushed his thumb over the sensitive spot, shards of light and energy sent her farther into a euphoric stratosphere. She lowered one hand to his head and speared her fingers into his short hair, fisting it to draw him closer. He grunted when she pulled but didn’t stop moving his mouth on her.
Tension built in her belly and in her chest. Her legs trembled, and she whimpered and begged. A jumble of colors flickered behind her eyelids. She threw her head back as waves of her orgasm crested then crashed over her. She floated on a cloud of emotion…a miracle of passion. Her body quivered as Jax stayed between her thighs, nibbling and licking. Each time he dipped his tongue back inside her, desire trembled anew.
Easing his grip on her hips, he lowered her to the mattress as she panted softly. He held onto her ankles, keeping her feet on his shoulders as he kissed one thigh, then the other before sitting back on his heels.
Summoning energy from deep within, she lifted her head from the bed. Her foot twitched when he stroked his fingers over the curve of her instep. His eyes were hot as he gazed up the plane of her body. Moisture, droplets of her come, glistened on his mouth. When he swirled his tongue over his lips, lapping up every last bit, her entire body clenched. Goddess, she could come again, right this very instant, without one of his fingers inside her.
“Jax, why are you still fully dressed?” She reached for his belt, but her fingertips were numb in a gripping, erotic haze of color and sensation.
“Took care of you first.” He slipped her feet from his shoulders. Standing next to the bed, he jerked his buckle open, dragged his shirt from his shorts, and without undoing the buttons, pulled the fabric off. When his head emerged from the opening, his hair was tousled. Her fingers itched to reach out and smooth through it, then continue on down his chest. The ridge behind his zipper was bigger now than when he’d first dropped her to the mattress.
She scooted backward on the bed, her gaze never leaving his body.
She looked like she could devour him. Which would be abso-freaking-lutely fine with Jax. Dress bunched around her waist, pert breasts bared, legs splayed for his viewing pleasure, damned if she didn’t look like Aphrodite, Goddess of Sex. While he’d been worshipping her flesh, he’d glanced up and seen her cupping her own breasts. It was a thing of erotic beauty, reminding him of ancient paintings of Roman orgies.
The memory had blood slamming hard into his throbbing cock, straining against the constricting fabric of his shorts. He was just about goddamned lightheaded from the lack of blood north of his beltline.
The shirt he’d just shed shimmied off his fingers, plopping wetly to the floor. He popped open the button on his shorts. Clio drew her knees higher, opening them wider. Propped on her elbows, her gaze was locked on his hands. She bit her lower lip.
Stifling a groan, he carefully, slowly began to lower his zipper. She pushed higher onto her hands, her hungry eyes following his motion. He stopped, drew a deep breath, dipped one finger under the elastic of his boxer-briefs, and freed the tip of his dick. Her breasts heaved out on a moan when the dark red head peeked over the edge.
“Jax.” The plea in her voice was unmistakable.
“You want more?” He lowered a hand back to his zipper and paused.
Eyes wide and expectant, she nodded. Gorgeous red curls skimmed her jaw with the motion.
He resumed his striptease, each tooth of the zipper clicking as he slowly lowered it. Desire coursed through his veins, and his heart kicked hard in his chest.
The striptease he’d planned to turn Clio on was killing him. All he wanted was to be buried deep within her. To pound into the sweet warmth he’d discovered with his tongue, to lose himself. He finally managed to get the zipper undone. When he lifted his hands to the waist of the shorts, Clio’s hand drifted between her legs.
He shot a glance to her face and found a playful smile on her lush lips. His ball sack drew up, the sensation creating tightness at the base of his spine. “Jesus, Clio.”
“You’re taking too long.” She dipped one slender finger into the opening where he wanted to be.
Oh, fuck, the sight of her touching herself was nearly the end of him. He panted and attempted to turn back the surge building inside. Clenching his thighs together, he ordered his dick to stand by. It took everything in him to focus on shoving his pants down. His undershorts quickly followed. Shaft slapping against his belly, he stood before her, ramrod straight.
“Jax, you’re…magnificent.” Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. She sped up the motion of her finger, her breasts jiggling with each thrust of her hand.
Leaning over her, he grabbed her wrist, stilling her action. “Mine,” he growled.
He slipped a finger in next to hers, then swirled them both into motion. When her jaw dropped open, he didn’t waste any time slanting his mouth across hers. Greedy, hungry, his tongue mimicked the action of their fingers.
When he pulled back, he held her gaze. He lifted her hand free of her body. Her eyes widened when he licked away the sweet, salty moisture. The tip plopped free of his lips. “This is mine, too.”
Dropping her head back, Clio mewled when he slipped his fingers back into her body. Slick, hot. And ready for him.
“Need a condom.” He twisted his finger, curling them up to hit her g-spot.
She shuddered. Her eyes were bright when she lifted her head to look at him. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” His breath stuttered with the idea of sliding his unsheathed dick into her warm, tight pussy. Burning to be in her, his body drew impossibly tight.
“What are you waiting for then?” Clio fisted her hands in his hair and tugged.
Tangling his fingers in the fabric of her dress, he jerked it over her hips and down her thighs, all but throwing it across the room. He climbed onto the bed, then sat back
on his heels.
Reaching between her thighs, he plunged his fingers inside twice more before pulling them free. Bracing one hand next to her shoulder, he splayed the other on her stomach and slid up her body. He kissed his way along her collarbone. Stopped to pay attention to her breasts. Cupping one soft, fleshy mound, he pulled the nipple of the other deep into his mouth, twirling his tongue over and around the tight bud.
Clio jerked his hair. “Dammit, Jax. I want you in me now.”
The seal between his mouth and her flesh popped softly when he pulled his lips free. He licked the nipple, tugged it with his teeth, then continued upward until he lay atop her. The beaded tips of her breasts seared his chest. The crown of his cock slipped into her pussy. Clio lifted her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his hips. Her heels dug into his back, encouraging him to go deeper. God, the urge to pound into her nearly overpowered him. He had wanted a slow, easy loving. But maybe next time.
By sheer dint of will, he stilled the involuntary motion of his hips with just the tip of his dick in her. He slanted his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue inside, stroking over hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him close, her tongue doing battle with his.
She pulled her mouth free. “Please, Jax. Be in me now.” Her voice was a low, needy whisper of emotion against his cheek.
Bracing his arms on either side of her head, he plunged upward to the hilt. Groaning, he rocked his hips forward. Each move inside her sparked his growing need. Her answering gasps only made him drive harder and higher into her. She met each rock of his hips with one of her own. He ground his lower belly into her clit with each thrust and circle.
Her body quivered, and her moans got louder. His name fell from her lips like a carnal blessing, and she begged for more. She arched her back, flattening her chest against his. The walls of her sheath pulsed, milking his cock. Tingles ran from the base of his spine through his body like a sizzling current and drew his sack tight. He dug his toes and knees into the bed, angling for more access, finding a way to plunge deeper.
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