Jared (The Protectors #2)(46)
Tessa swallowed hard, visibly shaken by his words. No man had ever looked at her this way. No other man had ever said things that he said to her. Never had any man affected her the way this man….this warrior did. Feeling a little more confident she reached up placing her shaky hand on the hardness of his cheek. He may be sprouting the biggest line she’d ever heard, but she was past caring. She just wanted to feel special one time in her life and right now she had never felt more special. “Then take me, Jared.”
His growl bounced through the room as he grasped the back of her head pulling her mouth roughly to his. The kiss was fierce. Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck so tightly, it felt so good to be held…to be wanted. His hands had moved to her jeans and out of habit she sucked in her stomach shying away from his touch. He pulled his mouth from hers. “I am going to touch every inch of you Tessa.” His lips touched the curve of her neck making their way down her shoulder, across her chest down between her breasts as his hands cupped the sides of her full breast. He kissed his way down her stomach to the button on her jeans. “Your body was made for me.” He groaned, his eyes taking in every inch of her.
Tessa fought against covering her stomach. She’d never had the perfect flat stomach, not that she didn’t try thousands of times to achieve the look, but total failure every time. Her hips were too wide, not to mention her ass, which thank God he wasn’t looking at. Her mom always said she had a woman’s body and shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Finally unable to stand his gaze any longer her arms went automatically to her stomach. “Jared, I….”
He shook his head moving her arms again as he stood. Grasping her with one hand beneath her ass he moved her closer to the wall before setting her back down gently and pinning her arms above her head. “You need to get use to me looking at you Tessa because I plan on doing it often.” His gaze slipped down her body before sliding back to her eyes. “Damn girl, you’re going to drive me insane.”
A small groan caught in the back of her throat escaping only when she let the breath she was holding out. He still held her hands above her head against the wall with one hand, his other hand unsnapped the button on her jeans. Tucking his thumb in the waistband he hooked her jeans and undies at the same time working them over her hips, he lowered his head taking her lips again as he worked them down showing a definite talent at removing a woman’s clothing with one hand while kissing her senseless. He was everywhere, her whole body was being affected by him and she was useless to stop him, didn’t want to stop him. She wanted this more than she wanted breath.
Totally losing touch with reality, Tessa felt herself being picked up and carried into the shower. Jared stood with his back to the water making sure it wasn’t too hot before turning around and placing her down. Grabbing the soap he stopped her from taking it from him.
“Please…let me take care of you.” His voice was deep, his golden eyes, now black with desire. Making a snap decision she let the soap slide out of her hand and into his. The look in his eyes told her that she wouldn’t regret her decision. Her eyes strayed to his neck, slowly making their way down his wide chest to his hard stomach and finally to his…..jeans. Her head snapped up.
“Why are you wearing jeans when I’m totally naked?” Tessa frowned, feeling even more naked if that was at all possible.
Jared tore his focus on bathing her. “Because I know my limits and honey, you wet and naked is a hard limit for me.”
“That’s not really fair.” Tessa grumbled. “If I have to be naked, then so should you. I want to see you as much as you wanted to see me.”
Jared groaned and chuckled at the same time. “Honey, let me finish this pleasure before moving to the next because as soon as I remove my jeans it’s going to get real.” He winked at her. “I only have so much control when it comes to you.”
Her stomach trembled at his words. She tried to stay still while his hands lathered and cleaned her body. Each sweep of his hand over her body drew her closer to the edge of madness. Every time she reached out to touch him, he would stop her with ease making her forget the journey her hands wanted to take, but then she would remember and again he would stop her. Finally sick of not being able to touch him, she leaped at him putting her arms around his neck as one of her shaking hands traveled down his hard chest. She grinned at his deep harsh groan when she followed her hand with kisses down his chest. Before she could get to his hard, rippled stomach he stopped her….again.
“Damn woman!” He gripped her jaw bringing her mouth to his. Kissing him with everything she had her hands moved to his jeans, down the front over the bulge that set her heart beating a frantic tempo and gripping him with enough pressure to make him moan in her mouth and push against her hand. “You keep that up and we’re not going to make it out of this shower.” His growl vibrated against her lips.
Tessa nipped his bottom lip feeling brave. She wanted him and was tired of being shy about it. By the feel of him he wanted her too, she just needed to keep her head about her and not get too carried away. This was just sex, something she hadn’t had in forever and needed badly.
“That’s fine with me.” She whispered running her hand back to the snap of his jeans. This time he didn’t stop her. Her hands fumbled in nervous anticipation. She prayed she didn’t make a fool out of herself. Sex with Otis had been….boring, hardly any touching or play before he was pounding inside her finding his release. He had always made her feel stupid when she tried to do something different, so she had stopped, she had laid there and pretended she liked it, not that it would have mattered. Otis never seemed to care whether she liked it or not. He did his thing, rolled off her looking pleased as if he had just done her a tremendous favor, leaving her feeling used and wanting.