She pressed her forehead against the cold tile and groaned aloud. She’d lose him anyway. He’d never go back to being friends, and if she was honest, she couldn’t go back either. Too many things had changed. For both of them. His admission had rocked everything in her nice, tidy world on its axis. Barely a week ago she’d made the decision to start dating, and now she couldn’t imagine anyone other than David touching or kissing her. Before that she hadn’t been able to imagine anyone touching her. Now it was only David.
As she shut off the shower she knew she’d have to make the first move tonight. And she needed to figure out what she was going to wear. After toweling off and drying her hair, she stalked to the bed and unzipped her suitcase and pulled out what her sister had packed.
In one hand, she held the red satin and lace halter-style lingerie that screamed, “take me now!” The see-through wispy bit of material left nothing to the imagination. In the other hand, she held a black, cotton cami and boyshort pajama set. Still sexy, but not as obvious. In the end, she chose the latter. Actually walking down the hall to David’s bedroom in the red vixen getup took more guts than she had at the moment.
Before she could change her mind, she threw on the safer pajama set—which stopped just short of showing her butt cheeks—and proceeded down the hallway to David’s room. A dim, bluish light shone under the doorway so she knocked. Softly. She couldn’t even hear the sound of her fist on the door, probably because the blood rushing in her ears drowned out everything.
Seconds later the door swung open and David stood in front of her wearing a pair of pinstriped blue and red boxer shorts. And nothing else. His chest somehow seemed broader tonight. God, he looked good enough to eat. She let out an audible gasp and had to remind herself to breathe. With willpower she didn’t know she possessed, she tore her gaze from the top band of his boxers and focused on his face.
“Is everything okay? I’ve already reset the alarm in case you’re worried.” His caring expression nearly melted her.
She cleared her throat and took a tentative step forward. She didn’t want to have this conversation in his hallway. She was already embarrassed enough. “No, it’s not that. We didn’t get a chance to talk after Maya left and…uh, can I come in?”
“Of course.” With a curious expression, he stepped back and shut the door behind them.
The click resounded in her ears like a gong, and the finality of her decision hit her. This was going to happen, and she’d never wanted anything more in her life. She clasped her shaking hands in front of her and took in the rest of his room. Funny, she’d never been in here before, but it struck her as very fitting for his personality. This was definitely his haven.
“I’ve never been in your room before,” she said, surveying her surroundings. A Bombay-style chest with a golden, rich chestnut finish sat in one corner, and on top of it, an exotic rectangular lamp put off a romantic amber glow. An antique armoire with a similar finish faced his king-size bed. The main centerpiece of the room was, of course, his bed.
His huge king-size bed.
Her gaze lingered on the rumpled burgundy and gold bedding and she swallowed. Hard.
Realization dawned on David’s sculpted face as his gaze trailed the length of her body. No doubt he was taking in her attire. “What are you doing here, Jade?”
She hated that he asked. Did he need her to spell it out for him? Okay, maybe he did. If she’d worn the red outfit and jumped him as soon as he’d opened the door he would have had no questions. Her inner voice mocked her with that knowledge.
“I want…” Her voice trailed off and she was grateful the soft lighting hid the blush she felt sweeping across her cheeks and down her neck.
“What do you want?” Though spoken softly, his words still somehow came out as a guttural growl. He sounded fierce. Like a warrior.
“I want you. I want this.” Much to her annoyance her voice shook. She wasn’t second-guessing herself, she was just turned on and a little nervous.
He didn’t say anything, just inched closer, like a hunter stalking his prey. A shiver ran down her spine at the gleam in his dark eyes. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, and even though tremors still raced through her body, her voice was firm and clear this time when she answered. “I’ve never been more positive about anything in my life, David. I want you to make love to me.”
Those simple words unleashed an animal. His mouth descended on hers but not with the same restraint he’d demonstrated so far. This was a different side to him. Animalistic. Primitive.
One hand reached into her hair and gripped her head. The other snaked around her and grabbed onto her behind. He clutched onto her and dug his fingers into her partially exposed skin. That rock-hard erection pressed against her stomach with insistency. She instinctively arched her body closer to his. A groan of pleasure escaped when his hands slid underneath her camisole.
He began teasing her nipples, pinching and palming them in little circles. So many things ran through her head at once, but she knew her life was about to change. She and David were no longer just friends.
“Too much clothing,” she mumbled.
David pulled his head back and his mouth curled into a slow, sexy smile. Her thighs trembled at that look. “I think I can do something about that.” His expression froze into one of horror. “Shit.”
“What? What’s wrong?” He didn’t want to stop did he?
“I meant to get them… I can’t believe it but…shit, I don’t have any condoms.” He muttered another colorful curse and raked a hand through his dark hair.
She stared at him for a long moment. “I’m on the Pill. I had some problems with regulating my…and anyway, my doctor put me on it so…”
He still didn’t move. Just stared at her with an unreadable expression. Finally he spoke. “I’m clean, Jade. I was tested about eight months ago. I haven’t been with anyone in longer than, well, it doesn’t matter. I’m clean but this is a big choice.”
“I want you inside me with no barriers.” And she did. Considering the big step they were taking in their relationship she didn’t want anything between them.
“You’re sure?” His voice was hoarse.
Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
His mouth slanted over hers and his hands returned to what they’d been doing. A shiver ran through her as inch by inch he peeled the flimsy camisole over her head. As he did, he left a trail of moist kisses covering her bare stomach, breasts, shoulders, neck and finally the sensitive spot behind her ear.
His warm lips pressed against that spot and she wanted to crawl out of her skin when he scraped his teeth against her. The man seemed to know exactly what she liked. As if he knew her body better than she did.
After a few moments he pulled back, his breathing just as ragged as hers. Any earlier worries of panic at being naked in front of David completely disappeared when she saw the look on his face.
He swallowed hard, and unparalleled pleasure shot through her veins as his appreciative, almost worshipful gaze swept over her bare breasts. Without even touching her it was as if he’d softly caressed her. No man had ever looked at her the way David was.
Ever.
Not even… No. She wouldn’t allow herself to go there. Tonight was only about them. Her and David.
For the most part, she knew men liked what they saw when they looked at her, but there was another word for the gleam in David’s eyes. He must have been guarding himself for years because now he wasn’t hiding his desire from her. His entire body was still for a long moment as he stared down at her. She wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. She could see the vein in his neck pumping and in the dim light his dark eyes threatened to swallow her whole. She didn’t move though, despite her desire to cover up. Standing in front of him so exposed she felt suddenly vulnerable.
Her nipples peaked into almost painful points as she waited for him to do something.
“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he murmured. He pulle
d her toward the bed, shucking his boxers as they moved. She barely had a moment to admire him before he’d pulled off her boyshort bottoms.
Then it was skin on skin.
David’s taut, muscular skin against hers.
The light smattering of hair on his chest rubbed against her breasts, teasing her nipples, and she shivered at the erotic sensation. She’d never imagined the rightness of it all. Being with David like this caused her to wonder why she’d waited so long.
For some reason she’d always thought he’d be a breast man, but when he stretched his body on top of hers and widened her legs with one of his thighs, she knew she’d been wrong. No, David would be the type of man to pay attention to everything.
A hot ache grew inside her as he trailed kisses down her body until he finally lowered his head between her legs. First, he licked and kissed her inner thighs, almost torturously, before centering on the most sensitive spot between her folds.
Her hips almost bucked off the bed as the gentle, rhythmic massage of his tongue sent sensual currents shooting from head to toe. Her fingers intertwined in his dark hair and she gripped his head the closer she came to climaxing. She hadn’t expected it to happen so fast though she probably should have.
He’d already pleasured her this way—that felt like a lifetime ago—and now was no different. David would get her off at least once before he sank his cock into her. Somehow she knew that’s what he was doing.
When he flicked against her clit again, her thighs clenched and her breathing came in shallow gasps. She moved her hips against him, and just when her body was ready to find release, he pulled his head back.
She started to protest when he captured one of her swollen nipples between his teeth. He tugged and teased with no mercy. The ache between her legs grew, but before she could dwell on it, one of his hands slid down her stomach and took over right where his tongue had just massacred her senseless.
One finger, then two slipped inside, and he started working her. In and out.
His thumb worked her clit, and his fingers gently worked their magic. At first, the pressure was a light massage, but when she started moving her hips, he stroked with more urgency. Almost immediately, her inner muscles contracted uncontrollably.
Trying to ground herself, she grasped onto his shoulders and squeezed. Her inner walls milked his fingers and her body practically begged for his cock. Despite the climax curling through her, she wanted more of him.
Felt positively greedy with the need.
She moaned his name as she came. She couldn’t help it. “David” tore from her lips like a prayer.
“Say it again,” he murmured against her cheek as he positioned his cock at her wet, heated entrance.
She tried to clear the cobwebs from her brain. What did he want? At this point, she was unsure of what her first name was. “Say what?”
“My name,” he growled. “I want to hear my name on your lips.” His dark eyes devoured every inch of her face, as if he could read her inner thoughts.
“David,” she murmured as he pushed the tip of his hard length inside her. As if intentionally trying to torture her, he pushed in only a fraction.
His cock was thick and as he teased her, her inner walls clenched tightly, wishing he filled her. But he didn’t make a move. Not right away.
Instead he held his position, teasing both her nipples until they were swollen and ultra sensitive underneath his fingers. “Tell me what you want.” He gently tugged on her earlobe as he rubbed his length against her slit.
Still refusing to penetrate her.
“I want you inside me,” she rasped.
David pushed the head of his cock in, slowly at first, but when she opened her legs wider and moved her hips to meet his, he thrust hard. She let out a tiny cry, and he momentarily stilled. She was wet with her own juices and after her orgasm more than ready, but he was still big and it had been a while for her.
Her inner walls flexed around him as she adjusted to his size. When she pushed out a shaky breath, she realized she’d been holding it. As she did, the tiny bit of tension inside her fell away.
He must have sensed it because he gripped her hips and began thrusting. Like an erotic, familiar dance, she grinded her body in tune with his. She almost felt possessed. Hungry with the need to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.
Jade was so incredibly tight he knew their first time wouldn’t be as long as he liked. That’s why he’d made sure she came before he slid his cock into her tight sheath. The second he’d done that he’d known game over was coming fast.
It was as if a current of pure heat had run up his cock when he entered her. That’s what she made him feel. Electrified and hot.
Her soft hands moved around to his backside, gripping and pulling, as if she couldn’t get close enough to him. Her eyes might be closed, but the ecstasy that played across her features filled him with pure, male satisfaction.
He’d put that look there.
He’d given her that pleasure.
No one but him.
She writhed underneath him, her eyes half closed and he drank in the sight of her movements, trying to memorize every inch of her petite, lean form. Golden brown hair pillowed around her face onto the satiny, sheets. Her perfect, small breasts rubbed against him. With each thrust the hard peaks teased his chest.
As she arched her body again, he inhaled her scent. Vanilla and jasmine surrounded him, pulling him deeper into the tangle that was pure Jade.
Sweet, willing Jade.
He wasn’t going to last long the way things were going. He was inside her. That thought alone almost caused him to come on the spot. He knew it wasn’t a dream because dreams didn’t feel this good. No matter what it took he was going to keep that pleasure etched onto her face.
His. She was all his and would be from this moment on. Slight tremors shook his entire body as he restrained himself from coming just a bit longer.
He moved his hips against her while caressing her swollen, pink nipples with his fingers and mouth. He couldn’t get enough of kissing and touching her. Now that she’d allowed him access to her body he wanted to caress every inch of her. Barely audible moans escaped from her every time he tugged or even touched her breasts. She was so sensitive everywhere it amazed him.
He resisted the urge to pound into her the way he wanted to. Their first time she had to feel safe with him, had to know that he had some semblance of self-control. Which he hoped he did. When she’d said she was on the Pill, he’d nearly lost control. It had taken everything in him to give her the foreplay she deserved when all he wanted to do was pound into her for hours.
But it had been a long time for her and he knew she’d be sore no matter what. Hell, it had been a long time for him too. Now he wished it hadn’t been quite as long because he felt like a sex-starved prisoner allowed a conjugal visit for the first time in years.
Her legs tightened around his waist, but he loosened his grip on her hips, afraid he’d bruise her. His stomach muscles clenched when she lightly ran her nails down his back again and gripped his ass.
Silently she urged him deeper, harder. She didn’t have to say a word but he knew what she wanted.
She was close to climaxing. Again. A vivid flush of color had risen over her breasts, neck, and her cheeks were tinged bright pink. Her breathing came in more shallow gasps, and her pussy was making quick, successive contractions. Jade tightened her arms and legs around him, and she searched out his mouth.
Hungrily and savagely, she kissed him, bit and tugged his bottom lip. With a sudden jolt her entire body shook. In astonishment, he watched as her eyes closed and involuntary tremors shook her body again.
Her slick, tight channel clenched around him tighter and tighter, milking him until he almost hurt. Even wet and turned on, she was tight. He kissed and lightly bit her neck as she climaxed. The scent of their sex rolled over him, driving him over the edge.
As her orgasm surged through her, he let go of his
restraint. He buried his face in the pillow of her hair, and nipped at the most sensitive spot behind her ear just as she came down from her high.
His thrusts were wild and unsteady.
Just as quickly as she’d come, he did too. He finally yielded to the searing need that had been building within him for years. His body melted into hers, and the more moans that escaped her mouth, the more his own passion grew until the hot tide that raged through him exploded.
A kaleidoscope of colors flashed in front of him. He emptied himself inside her in long, hot jets of semen until he thrust one last time before collapsing on top.
He could have stayed that way forever. If she hadn’t chuckled and pushed at his chest he might have done just that.
He rolled to the side but pulled her with him so that she lay curled up against him. Neither one said a word. The only audible sounds were the whistling of the wind against the windowpanes and their erratic breathing. Round one might be over, but this was the beginning of a long night. Now that he’d had a full taste of her, he needed more.
His thoughts were affirmed when Jade propped herself up on one elbow and flashed him a seductive grin. “I hope you don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight.”
Hours later, Jade slept soundly, like a woman completely loved and sated, but David could only stare at the ceiling as shadows danced around the room. Her petite, lean body curled perfectly against his, exactly where she belonged. Despite the hard-on that wouldn’t go away, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such peace. For years, he’d dreamed and fantasized about what sleeping with Jade would be like. What it would be like to sink his cock inside her.
Nothing came close to the reality. Nothing.
Being with her, he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Like he had a home.
Home. That was a novel idea. He’d left his alcoholic parents’ house at the age of eighteen, although he’d never considered that home. Not once. In the Navy, he’d traveled so much, and when he did get a chance to take leave he’d gone home with Aidan. Buying a house in St. Augustine was the closest he’d ever come to putting down roots, but in the back of his head he’d never known if he would stay permanently. Now he had no doubts. Jade would never move away from her family, and he wouldn’t live anywhere she wasn’t.
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