Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(86)

His hand eventually stopped directly below my breast and that’s where it stayed while he kissed me. Just his close proximity to the underwire of my bra was driving me slightly insane. I’d never been this turned on, this alive, this needy, and the way he devoured my mouth made me wonder if he wasn’t in the same exact spot with me.

I wanted to feel his hands on me; willed it, actually. As if he could sense my unspoken need, the tips of his fingers brushed lightly over my breast, and my body instantly bowed.

“Is this okay?” he asked while rolling a fingertip around my hard nipple over and over again, pausing his kiss long enough to check for my answer but never separating his lips too far from mine. His soft, teasing touch sent wave after wave of heat down into my core, rendering me unable to breathe let alone speak.

“Yes or no, Erin.”

His polar question left no room for ambiguity, while his fingers continued on their path of sensual assault, lacing my body with many promising outcomes. I nodded.

“I want to hear you say it,” he softly demanded, rolling and tugging my nipple between his thumb and fingers.

Sensations zinged, awakening more need. My answer came out in a breathless rush. “Yes.”

Adam smiled right before his head dipped; his mouth moved to kissing the lower part of my jaw. His tongue circled mine again, luring me in. “I want to touch you,” he said in my mouth, “and taste you. And f*ck you senseless.”

The wanton whore inside me loved that idea.

“But I don’t want to rush you.”

My body arched into his hand while several years of gross anatomy had me questioning whether or not it was possible for all the nerve endings in my breast to be directly connected to my vagina. He had set my body aflame; how could I possibly not feel rushed when my insides have turned into a live wire screaming for release?

“You have the power here, Erin. You get uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay?”

The last thing I wanted was for him to stop. It had been too long. I put my hand atop of his, warring with myself whether I should encourage him or slow this down, hoping he’d just take away my choice and lead me to places unnamed, to where this pleasure would never end.

My shirt pushed up; the cup of my lacy bra was pulled down, and talented fingers tugged and pulled and twisted while the pressure built to unmanageable levels.

Careful, lust-filled eyes scanned over my face while he put my bra cup back into place, making me wonder if he was second guessing this turning into more. His hand slid down my back and under the drawstring waistband, cupping my bare ass, pulling my leg over his.

“No underwear?” he growled, moaning in my mouth.

I shuddered when his fingertips brushed over the seam of my ass, delving farther and deeper.

Oh God.

“I didn’t have any spares,” I confessed.

Adam definitely liked that answer, laughing lightly. His fingers worked deeper, skating through the wetness from my extreme arousal, circling, swirling, driving me insane with need, until he shifted underneath me, pulling my leg and lifting my hips so I was straddling him.

He rolled his stiff erection back and forth under me, working our hips in unison. Didn’t take him long to pull my shirt up and off. He cupped my breasts, teasing them through the black lace, slipping the straps of my bra until they fell off my shoulders.

He pulled me down for a kiss and effortlessly opened the clasp, raking the fabric off with his fingers.

“I want you. All of you,” he said in my mouth, flinging my bra to the floor.

Adam sat up enough to pull his shirt off, exposing his tight stomach and those erotic tribal tattoos. Black ink intricately designed thick braids of rope, which coiled around both biceps like hungry snakes. I wanted to trace them with my tongue but as I started, he grasped my breast, taking my nipple in his mouth.

I gasped from the onslaught of sensations, drifting further when his hand found its way back into my sweat pants.

Hearing him moan while toying with my body was such a heady turn on. With little effort, he rolled me next to him, my foot landed on the large ottoman behind me. His finger slipped up inside me, spreading me open for his bidding, f*cking me slowly while he took my mouth. His thumb drove me to madness, circling my clit, working my body into an all-out frenzy.

It didn’t take long. My orgasm ripped through my body, making me cry out in his mouth as he kissed me.

I collapsed onto his chest with his fingers still inside me, milking every possible bit of overwhelming sensations.

God that felt so good.

He gave me a lascivious and very self-assured smile, then pressed my head to his warm chest. His hand felt so soothing as it stroked lightly over my naked back while I listened to the soft cadence of his heartbeat.

My own heart was still hammering in my chest.

Adam placed a lingering kiss on my forehead before commanding my lips again. “You okay?”

No. Yes. I was far from okay.

My body was still twitching with aftershocks.

I was also mere inches away from the zipper of his jeans and the very tempting bulge lying in wait.

Adding to my list, this gorgeous man named Adam Trent was sprawled out underneath me, partially naked, very, very hard, and in complete control of both my body and my heart.

I tried to catch my breath and managed a sated “yeah” instead.

Adam’s smile was devastating.

“Good.” He kissed me quickly and urged me to get off him. “Let’s get up.”