Until We Touch (Fool's Gold #15)(65)

The scrap of lace dropped away and then his hands were cupping her br**sts. As his fingers moved against her tight ni**les, he kissed his way from her mouth to her jaw. He nibbled and licked until he reached her ear. He sucked on the lobe before biting down.

Shivers rippled through her. There were too many sensations. She didn’t know what to focus on. The way he rubbed her br**sts or the feel of his fingers dancing against her ni**les? The hot breath on her neck or the pattern traced by his tongue? The heat of his body or the surge of his erection against her belly?

He shifted slightly, then sat on the bed. He pulled her between his parted legs and settled his mouth on her right breast. The hot, wet heat caressed her sensitive skin. He sucked her in, then flicked her nipple with his tongue. At the same time, he drew her panties down and she stepped out of them.

He shifted to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Something heavy and delicious connected her br**sts to the very core of her and with each stroke, each suck, each second that passed, she felt herself readying for him more and more.

She stroked his hair and his shoulders. The ache between her thighs intensified. He needed to touch her there, she thought. Only what he was doing with her br**sts was too good. She didn’t want that to stop, either.

He put his hands on her thighs and slid them up slowly. His thumbs moved closer and closer to the very core of her but didn’t touch. He moved against her labia, the very outside, lightly touching. Playing, she thought, arching her hips toward him in what she hoped was an unmistakable invitation. He ignored her.

He ran his fingers along the outside, just touching the seam, but not parting her or going deeper. He explored the crease where her thighs met her body and lightly stroked her butt. Fingers slipped between her thighs again, but still didn’t go deep enough to get to anything good—all the while he sucked and licked and caressed her br**sts.

Arousal grew until it was nearly painful. Her clit was swollen and aching. Hunger burned. She held in a whimper.

With lightning speed, he put his hands on her waist. He shifted her, lifting and turning until she was flat on her back in the center of the bed with no idea how she’d gotten there. Before she could catch her breath, Jack was between her bent legs, parting her sensitive flesh and pressing his mouth to the very center of her body.

The feel of his tongue against her core nearly made her scream with pleasure. She was wet and more than halfway there. A couple of strokes later, she was gasping and digging her heels into the bed. When he sucked on her swollen clit, she thought she was going to lose it and when he flicked his tongue over her again, she did.

She came in a rush of shuddering pleasure that claimed every cell of her body. She writhed and gasped, wanting it to never end. He stayed with her, his pace steady, until she was able to breathe again. Only then did he slow, drawing it out until she had nothing left.

He moved next to her on the bed and drew her against him. She snuggled close, feeling the aftereffects of her release rippling through her. He kissed her forehead, then her cheeks. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her.

The need still darkened his eyes but there was something else there, as well. Smugness. That damned male swagger that came from having a well-pleased woman in his bed.

She smiled. “Yes, you were all that.”

He grinned.

She sat up. “Now it’s your turn.”

“I like it when you’re fair.”

He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. She shifted onto her knees and took the box from him. He raised an eyebrow.

“You’re doing all the work?” he asked.

“You just did.”

She opened the package and slid the condom over his impressive erection, then straddled him. Jack’s eyes widened.

“On top?”

“Don’t you like it that way?”

“It’s a personal favorite.”

“For me, too.”

While it never had been before, she found herself wanting to be able to see what they were doing. Maybe it was silly, but she wanted to watch him as he got close. She wanted to see him come.

She straddled him. He put his hands on her hips and guided her into place. Her long hair hung down, nearly brushing his chest.

“This is going to be good,” he said and lowered her onto his arousal.

She felt him slide inside. He stretched and filled her. She shifted so she was more upright, able to take all of him. When he was completely inside of her, she squeezed and they both groaned. She bent forward and braced her hands on the bed, then began to move.

Their eyes locked. His hands cupped her br**sts and he stroked her sensitized skin. In and out and in and out. He filled her again and again. She increased the pace, watching his face tighten.

Their breathing increased. The friction deep inside made her push harder, faster. She was getting close again. Just being with Jack was enough to make her want to climax a second time. With him, she thought. That was what she wanted.

“Larissa,” he breathed, her name nearly a groan. He swore and tensed. She could feel his muscles pushing him forward. She was close, but not there, she thought frantically, and rode him harder.

Need burned. Tension filled her. She strained to find the last bit of magic needed to push her over the edge.

He slipped a hand between them and pressed his thumb against her and circled the swollen knot of nerves.

It was all she needed. She felt her release begin deep inside of her before spiraling out to claim all of her. She cried out and shuddered, still moving up and down. Jack put his hands on her hips and kept her steady. He half rose and groaned deeply as his release overtook him.