He held her tightly, walking her through the bedroom door he never thought he’d darken, at least not with the purpose of getting Mrs Valentine naked and exploring every curve of her luscious body.
She twisted her arms around him then tugged their bodies together. With each of her deep breaths, her breasts brushed against his chest. Each touch sent electricity through his body. Her weight in his arms put extra pressure on his leg, and a shooting pain echoed up from the calf where the plaster cast kept his limb immobile. But he didn’t care. Nothing mattered, not pain, not time, and certainly not his injury. Just her. Just the sensation of their bodies moving together.
“You’re trying to kill me, Miranda, aren’t you?” He groaned, setting her down and leaning his forehead to hers as they both caught their breaths. Her exotic lily scent wafted to him, complete with a musky edge he hoped was her arousal. He’d find out for sure very soon.
She peeked up at him, her bright blue eyes affecting him like a slam to the chest and making his heart beat faster. Her thick, black lashes fluttered inches from his face.
“You called me Miranda.” She smiled.
He hadn’t even realized he’d done it, but with the way she grinned at him, he wished he’d done it before.
“Say it again.”
He pushed the hair back from her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands. She always looked small from afar, tiny, petite and so sweet. But until he’d touched her, he’d never realized how slight she was, how breakable.
“I want you, Miranda. I want you so bad I hurt.”
Her eyes widened at his admission, but she didn’t reject him. She just stood there blinking up at him. Her full pouty lips parted a fraction. Her pink tongue licked the edge of her mouth.
He groaned at the sight. She had such a sexy mouth. How he’d love to feel her lips on his body, that wicked tongue along his dick. At the thought, his balls tightened and his cock thickened a bit more.
“I want you too,” she whispered.
Her voice was so low and breathy he almost didn’t hear her.
She reached up, wrapping her hand around his cheek. The touch was so soft his knees almost buckled. She traced her tiny fingers across his cheek then down his neck. His skin tingled beneath her touch.
He took a deep breath as her lips found their way to his throat. Her delicate kisses danced along his jaw. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. God, her skin felt so good against his. Warm, soft, amazing.
He tugged her closer, rubbing his groin against her leg as she sucked on his neck. She was so tiny and perfect in his arms. Just the right height to touch every tempting recess of her body. Small enough he could pick her up and toss her around, pushing her into the right position, no matter where they were or what he wanted to do to her.
He slid his hand down her chest. He covered her breasts with his palm, cupping her tits through her shirt in his shaking fingers. She was soft and pert, filling his hands wonderfully. How many times had he fantasized about these breasts, holding them, licking them, kissing them? And now he was here, close enough to do everything he wanted.
She moaned, rising up on her tiptoes to touch more of him. She fisted her hands in his shirt, using the grip to stabilize herself. She pulled at his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and Jeremy groaned.
“I want to see more of you.” Her breath brushed his ear. Her pointed nipples pressed into his skin.
Blood rushed downward. His brain fuzzed over, his thoughts too muddled to think of anything beyond Miranda, her warm body, her sweet, flowery scent and the limited layers of cloth that separated them.
He picked her up by the waist and tossed her down on the mattress with enough force that she bounced. If she wanted him bare, he had no problem with that. Especially since he would undress her right after he finished his own striptease.
He smiled, stepping backward to give himself room. “Baby, your wish is my command.”
Jeremy moved in front of her, giving her a better view of his whole body. Miranda focused on breathing evenly. She still couldn’t believe she’d asked to see him naked. She wanted to see him so much the idea overwhelmed every other thought in her mind. But it was so unlike her to be so bold. To be so brazen.
But bravery had its own rewards. Now she got to see every thick, muscular inch.
After grabbing the edge of his shirt, he pulled it over his head then threw the garment aside. She squirmed on the bed, his hard chest and defined abs flexing before her eyes. He was just as well built as she’d anticipated. Each of his muscles stood out, defined and strong. She raised her hand, desperate to touch each one, to tiptoe her fingers across his broad chest and down his washboard abs. She’d never seen a man up close and personal quite so ripped, and she intended to enjoy it.
“Like what you see?” A cocky expression covered his face.
She nodded, wiping her chin to make sure she hadn’t drooled.
“Good. Why don’t you give me a little more to look at? Take your shirt off.”
Without a thought, Miranda dropped her hand to her chest, unfastening the buttons down the front so quickly she almost ripped two of them off. The air chilled her overheated skin, but at the moment she didn’t care. Nothing mattered besides seeing the lust simmering in Jeremy’s eyes. She pulled the ends of her shirt from her waistband before tossing aside the shirt with as little regard as Jeremy had his.
He smiled down at her, his gaze feasting on her, taking in her newly exposed skin. Her body heated with the added attention, her heartbeat picking up speed. Goosebumps broke out across her chest. Surprisingly, she liked his gaze completely focused on her.
He slipped his thumb into the edge of his sweats, sliding it back and forth along his hip as he stared down at her. The front of his pants formed a high tent. She shifted uncomfortably on her floral bedspread, her stare directed at the bulge. If the size of the pop tent was any indication, he had one serious hard-on underneath it.
She licked her lips. She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. Before extending his hand toward her legs, he smiled, a wickedly devilish grin that made her pussy dampen even more.
“And lose the skirt too.”
Desperate and hot for him, Miranda didn’t even think before following his commands. She twisted around, searching for the small tab to her zipper while keeping Jeremy in her sight. She didn’t want to miss one minute of him undressing. She almost screamed in triumph when she finally grasped the rectangular bit of metal and pulled it down in one quick motion. She arched her hips off the bed, shimmying the fabric down her ass then kicking it aside.
“Eager, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
She nodded enthusiastically.
“Good.”
Jeremy leaned over, pushing his sweats down over his lean hips, then negotiating the fabric around the thick plaster cast. Unfortunately, the move obstructed her view of his naked front. She bit her tongue, fighting back the urge to scream ‘down in front’. She’d never felt this way before. The fun, the carefree crazy need Jeremy’s playful teasing created was so unlike what she’d had with Leo. She wanted to see everything, every inch, every muscle. Her body practically shook with the need.
When he’d finally slipped the sweats completely off his cast, he stood up, holding the article in front of his groin, staring at her with a sinful smile. He knew what she wanted—the brat—and he purposely denied it. But she still got to see much more of him than she had before. His strong, muscular legs, the fleshy crook where his hips met his waist. Liquid trickled from her pussy, dampening her already soaked underwear. Her thighs quivered. How she wanted to have them circled around that waist, those hips, and the juicy ass his previous bent position had hinted at.
When her gaze reached his face, he winked at her, almost as if he’d been waiting for her attention the whole time, waiting for her to absorb all he offered and be ready for the big show. Without a word, he dropped the bundle of cloth from his groin to the ground, allowing her the access she craved.
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bsp; And boy is it worth it. She swallowed hard. Just the look of him, long, swollen and erect, set her heart pounding at an unusual speed. One that could be dangerous. She licked her lips, and a small chuckle escaped from Jeremy. The noise directed her up to his face. A large cocky grin was all that he wore.
“Trying to figure out which is harder, me or the cast?” He motioned down to his leg. “I’ll let you feel and decide for yourself,” Jeremy continued, not waiting for her answer, “if you take off that bra.”
She fumbled with the fastenings, her fingers no longer obeying her commands. The lure of being able to touch all that hard muscle, and the even harder erection between his legs, overpowered her central nervous system. She twisted and turned, trying to get a good grip until she almost thought she’d rip the damn bra off for the chance to touch him. Just as she was about to give up all hope, the small clips gave way. Sweet relief!
She pulled the lace and wire from her breasts, tossing her bra aside with a quick jerk. Her nipples peaked in the cool air. Her breasts tightened with desire.
A laugh rumbled from beside her. She turned, staring as all his yummy male goodness walked toward her.
“You’re that desperate for me, huh?” He moved toward the bed, graceful as a panther. He bent down, propping his hands on either side of her against the mattress, holding himself just high enough to meet her gaze.
Miranda sucked in her lip. She wanted to deny him. She didn’t like the idea of him knowing exactly how much power he held over her. She wasn’t sure why, but it didn’t feel right.
Before she could say anything, he interrupted her thoughts with a quick kiss to her temple. “I’m crazy for you too, baby.” He trailed his lips down her cheek. “I’ve never been so hard in my life.”
He found her mouth, kissing her soundly as her stomach somersaulted with his words.
He climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs, skimming his fingers along her outer thighs, up and around her hips. His movements were soft, slow and seductive. A tingle started beneath his fingers, spidering out from where he’d touched her until her entire body quivered. How could one caress cause her to feel so much? Leo’s touch had never incited this kind of reaction in her. It had to be Jeremy. That was the only answer she had for this new, insane need to throw a man down on the bed and fuck him until they were both too exhausted to move.
He kissed her jaw, her throat, her neck, scaling his way down her body. His touch sizzled along her nerve endings, fuzzing her mind like cheap champagne. Her whole body shook and she held on tightly to him as the world around her started to spin.
He wrapped one of his hands around her left breast then massaged the flesh. She moaned, tightening her arms about his neck. Her sensitive nipple rubbed against his palm. Hot shivers raced across her skin, her pussy dampening.
He skimmed his hands along her ribcage, over her waist and around her hips, his fingertips curling beneath the edge of her panties. Her heart sped up at the touch of his fingers along the white lace. The anticipation of what would come next flared through her whole system. He pulled her underwear away from her moist cunt, tugging them down her legs. He stood up, shimmying the underwear down to her feet. She fisted her hands in the covers, tightening the fabric around her hips as she pulled back one leg, then the other for him to remove the wad of lace from her ankles. Her entire body shook. Excitement raced through her every nerve.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been completely naked with a man with her every imperfection laid out before him. It was still bright outside. The light streamed in her windows showing off every crevice of cellulite and roll of fat. But it also showed off all of him too. And for that reason, she couldn’t bear to shut the blinds.
“Do you have any condoms?”
His deep breaths wafted across her throat, and her nipples tightened harder.
She nodded, motioning to the nightstand where she’d thrown a box aside two years ago. A gift from her sister Rebecca. The box of condoms had come along with a note about finding another stallion and getting back on to ride. Right now, she’d never been so thankful for her sister’s bizarre sense of humor.
Jeremy yanked open the drawer, riffling through until he found the box tucked away in the back. She’d had no opportunity to use them yet. She hadn’t wanted to. Not until Jeremy had called her beautiful.
Her heart beat faster as Jeremy ripped open the box. He withdrew three packets from its contents, and threw them on the bedside table. Her eyes must have widened at the action, because he smiled down at her with that adorable boyish grin of his.
“I like easy access.”
At the moment, so did she.
Before she even had a second to react, he was on top of her, his big body crushing her deliciously into the mattress. His mouth devoured hers as he skimmed his hands over her skin. Everywhere he touched flamed, her body quaking beneath him.
“You feel so amazing,” he growled against her.
The same was true for how he felt to her. It was fantastic to have the weight of a man on top of her. His hard body pressed down on all her sensitive places. It had been far too long. But until Jeremy had kissed her, she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed having it.
“You do too.” She slid her hands across his back then down to his naked ass. She gripped his butt firmly.
He groaned, thrusting back into her fingers. All that hard muscle beneath her nails curled her insides.
How have I lived this long without this feeling?
“I want you,” she whispered, hardly even aware she’d spoken.
He pulled back, smiling, chest puffed out with pride. “I want you too, baby,”—he moaned—“so bad.” He leaned down, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip.
“But you’ll need to be on top.” He rolled on his back, pulling her over him.
She slid her leg over his hips, straddling his waist. Her pussy grew wet, the moistness smearing across his stomach. His cock stood up, sliding across her ass, burning against her skin where it touched. “I can’t get the leverage I need with this thing.” He winked at her and knocked on his cast.
“Fine by me.” She grinned. Being on top had been her favorite position with Leo, but something told her with Jeremy every position would be her favorite.
She squirmed astride him, the ache in her pussy increasing rapidly. His cock so close, yet so far away, drove her crazy. He reached up to wind his arms around her waist. He slid his hands over her, caressing her back, her ass, the crook of her hips then up her stomach to her breasts.
“You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
He looked at her with such awe it pulled at a place deep inside her, a place she’d almost forgotten about in the years since Leo’s diagnosis, or even before. In the last few years of their marriage, they’d become more focused on procreation than passion.
“You’re perfect, so round and soft and wonderful,” he continued with his pretty words. “I wish I had my camera right now.” He smiled up at her, a lazy, dazed grin.
“You’d really like to take pictures of me?” No one had ever talked of doing anything so scandalous to her. Leo had always been very simple about sex, never engaging outside the bedroom, only at night with the lights off.
“Absolutely.” He slid his fingers up her back, tickling along each vertebra. “They’d only be for us, of course, but I’d love to have a few photographs of tonight, evidence for myself that I got to be with you.” He slipped his hand across her shoulders, pushing the hair back from her neck and twirling the ends between his fingers. She fought the urge to purr against him.
She’d never felt so sexy, so alive as she did when Jeremy stared at her like this. His gaze focused on her, seemingly taking in every curve, every shadow, every dip and indentation. Normally such focus made her self-conscious. But the way he looked at her made her feel as though everything about her was beautiful, perfect—even the imperfections—because they were all a part of her. And she wanted to make
him feel the same way.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed his cock then slid her hand up and down its stiffness. He grunted, arching his hips into her hand, and she almost joined him. She liked having him beneath her, moaning and writhing for her. She slid back along his lower abdomen, brushing her pussy along his defined stomach muscles and pubic bone until she reached the prize below them. She gasped.
“And what would you do with those pictures?” She lifted her hips to glide her slit across his cock.
He groaned at the sensation. She fought back the same response, her pussy clutching with need. Why had she never felt this way before? Sexy, uninhibited, free? It was a damn shame.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he growled through his clenched teeth.
She smiled. She liked the idea of killing him, this way at least. What is Jeremy doing to me? I’ve never been this adventurous, this brazen with anyone else. And I really like it.
“Then you’d better tell me what you plan to do with those pictures.”
She held his cock upright, keeping it positioned so that each time she lifted her hips her wet pussy—that was getting wetter by the second—slid across his erection. She squeezed her hand up and down the shaft, paying extra attention to the head.
His breathing hitched as she brushed against him again and a place in her belly followed suit.
“I’d look at them,” he said, “and remember. All the smiles, all the sexy fun.”
She clutched him a little tighter. She liked that description. Sexy fun. She definitely felt sexy and she was having a lot of fun. She thrust her hips back again, fighting a whimper as the motion pressed down on her clit and sent shudders through her. “What else would you do?”
“I’d touch myself,” he finally admitted, though he acted as if it pained him to say it.
“Like I’m doing now?” She slid her hand up and down his length again, maintaining a strong, even grip.
He shook his head. “Not nearly that good.”
Boy, he had a talent for compliments.
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