Rising (Blue Phoenix, #4)(59)

Jem’s mouth finds mine again, as his large palm closes around my ass. Fiercely, I kiss him and pull Jem onto me, desperate to be as melded with Jem as our mouths are. He needs to know, though I may have been shy, this isn’t doubt. Jem matches the ferocity of my kiss, as our tongues slide in desperate want; a greed for each other no longer held back. His hand moves down my belly, toward the edge of my panties and I moan into his mouth, and close my eyes.

He pauses and when I open my eyes, Jem looks back with eyes darkened by desire. He stopped though, is this not what he wants? Gaze remaining on me, Jem slides a finger between the fabric of my panties and my belly, across my skin, teasingly close, and I wriggle against his hand, needing him to move lower, find how much I want him.

Jem hesitates again watching for a reaction, chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine.

“Jem, please…” My heart thumps, skin alight and the blinding need to be touched consumes like never before.

My words are enough. Jem’s kisses me again, a dizziness spreading through at the intensity, as he edges his fingers downward. Jem reaches my wet heat and skims a finger between my legs. I gasp, and buck against his hand as he strokes, but this isn’t enough, why didn’t he let me take off my panties before? I hold his shoulders and am suddenly aware he’s trembling the same way I am, holding himself back.

“f-uck, you’re wet for me. I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re enthusiastic.”

“Jem, I want this.”

Breathing hard, Jem kisses my face, my cheeks, my mouth, moving along my body kissing and licking. He moves downward, dipping his tongue into my bellybutton before he swirls his tongue to my hip.

He shifts, kneels on the floor and draws me to the edge of the bed, where he slowly kisses from my ankle and along my calf. Jem’s lips reach my inner thigh, venturing higher and part of me is screaming for him to keep going, over the building anxiety. I’ve no experience of this; it wasn’t on Dan’s list of things to do.

“Your legs f-ucking kill me, Ruby. The first day I saw you I wanted them wrapped around me.” The words are spoken against my skin and he hooks both thumbs into my panties and tugs.

I tense and look away, body tingling with anticipation of what he’s going to do as he pulls them off until I’m completely naked in front of him. Jem runs both hands up my thighs, circling his thumbs at the edge of my flesh, eyes focused on his action. I feel exposed but before I have a chance to catch up with the thoughts, he runs his tongue along the seam of my sex. My mind splinters as he finds my c-lit, ripping any rational thought from my mind.

“f-uck!” I breathe out the word and arch against him. Jem laughs against me, the vibration intensifying the pleasure, setting my nerves alight.

Pulling my legs onto his shoulders, Jem holds my hips so I can’t move, exploring me with his hot tongue. When he eases a finger inside too, I’m lost. Lost to Jem, to here, to never going back from this new world. Jem focuses on me, swirling his tongue, sliding his fingers, shifting his pattern as he pays attention to my reactions. I try to disguise the sounds, but these are the touches and kisses of a man tuned into me and inhibition won’t work. As I edge further to a place that’s blinding me with stars threatening to explode in sensation Jem stops. I groan at the loss of his mouth but his fingers remain where they are.

Kissing his way back up my body, Jem’s lips meet mine again, and the taste of myself on his tongue shocks and arouses me.

“That was unfair,” I push myself against his palm, not wanting the new sensation to end. Jem shifts and smiles at me; a lazy smile of a guy who knows what he’s doing and knows that he’s good at it.

“Didn’t I sound interested enough?” I ask, genuinely concerned I’m not doing this right.

“You’re enjoying yourself.” His whisper is a statement, not a question and is matched with the slow slide of his fingers, teasing a place inside I never knew existed, a place hardwired to the rest of my body and flooding shocks to my nerves.

“I want you inside me before…,” I say. “I mean, if you don’t stop you’re going to make me…” I can’t say the words, wish my brain would let go that little bit further.

Jem moves his face to my ear, hair and breath tickling my skin. “Come?”

I squeeze my eyes closed. “Yes.”

“Good.” Jem plunges his fingers with a harder rhythm, rubbing my c-lit at the same time, whispering what he wants to do; what he’s going to do as I spin away from the shyness I shouldn’t have around this man who is already part of me. Every time I find myself reaching for the edge, he stills his hand and focuses somewhere else –taking my nipple in his mouth or leaving a trail of heat along my b-reasts and stomach with his tongue. My short breaths have become pants; the moans at each time he stops are met with a smug smile and heated desire in his eyes.

“Jem, please…” I say when he stops again.

“Now?”

“Inside,” I pant out.

Jem shuffles back and I close my eyes. I hear the noise of the foil wrapper and jerk in surprise when he runs his tongue across my c-lit again as he rolls the condom on.

“f-ucking amazing,” he whispers, stroking me with his tongue. He pauses and I’m ready to scream at him. “I want to make you come first though.”

“No, Jem!” I protest and he laughs, sitting back.