When she did as he requested, he thrust two fingers deep inside of her. Cries of hunger came from her and she didn’t care that she let down the wall protecting her.
He moved his fingers in and out of her hot sex, easy glides of pleasure, taking on a fast speed then slowing to a gut wrenching pace that would have had her begging if her lips weren’t clamped shut. He built her up, to let her down, like a yo-yo. He took her to the cliff, so close that she stared down from high in the clouds, waiting to fall into a mindless rapture of release.
But he wasn’t letting her go that easy.
He shifted, situating himself between her thighs. “Sofie? Look at me,” he demanded.
She looked at him, his expression ripped through her. His eyes were pools of sweet poison, drawing her in. “I want to taste all of you. I want you to tremble against my lips as I take you to paradise.”
All she could do was stare dumbly as he lowered his head and licked her seam. In that moment, she forgot Luther and his betrayal. Chase and his rejection. Just like that. She was filled with unbridled passion, consumed by a need so wild and hot that she could stay here, in this moment with Jared, and never miss anything.
He moved his tongue along her damp folds, licking, teasing the trembling flesh. She bucked her hips and spread her knees wider, consumed by the scorching heat spiraling through her in an unyielding wave. She entwined her fingers through his hair as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her body, sliding deeper. His groan vibrated her most sensitive part, all the way into her throbbing womb. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, mimicking what she wanted with his shaft.
His tongue danced over her, taking her, branding her. Her breaths became loud in her ears and her heartbeat bounced against her ribs. Her eyes blurred as every nerve ending, every cell, jolted alive.
“Yes, baby. I want to make you feel. I want to take you where you’ve never been before,” he groaned the words.
“Yes! Yes!” she cried out.
“Just me and you.”
She thrashed on the blanket, tossing back and forth, arching her back as more cries came from deep within her. She rocked against his mouth and came off the bed as a feeling unlike any other splashed over her. She felt the release clear to her bones, felt the wetness pour from the apex of her thighs.
“You’re all mine, Sofie. Only mine. Tell me you want to be mine.”
“Yes!” she whimpered, reeling from the seas and spasms pounding mercilessly through her.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
“I’m yours. All yours.”
“Pleasure dripping over my lips. Never tasted anything so sweet,” he muttered.
Another rapid fire of sensations lapped over her as another orgasm took root. Fireworks went off in her head and core. She lifted her knees to her chest as she rode the feelings. Tremors continued, on and on, consuming her. She thought she’d never come back to earth.
She barely registered his shifting as he climbed atop her, situating his large body between her legs, pressing the tip of his slick erection against her tingling, damp folds. “I need to be inside of you. Need to feel your pussy wrapped around me,” he whispered next to her ear. “I want to bury myself so deep you’ll only know my name.”
“Yes! Now!”
He reached over to the nightstand, and she watched as he ripped open the foil packet with his teeth. He slid the condom in place, preparing himself. “Take me in your hand and guide me, Sofie.”
She eagerly took his shaft into her hand, rubbing the tip along her center, using her juices to help him glide easier as tremors still swayed through her. He slowly moved his hips, sliding inside, sweet and slow, steady and poignant. Still high from her orgasm, she clung to the tops of the mountains, wanting him, needing him to take her even farther than she’d been before. She wanted him to fill her with his erection, stretch her, brand her deep. Waiting to feel his cock against her slick walls, riding her hips, was torture. How could she have even thought she could deny her body pleasure with this man? She felt like she was home and it was a feeling that bombarded her every brain cell.
Wrapping her legs around him, pulling him, lifting her hips to take all of him, he groaned. He understood her silent wish and drove his body deep. “Oh shit! You’re so fucking tight. So tight, baby.” He grabbed her legs and mounted her high as his tip reached her womb, deeper than Luther had been before. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead and she realized it was taking all he had not to come soon. She rocked back and forth, urging him to find release, loving the power she had over him.
“I’m not in any shape to hold back, sweetheart,” he said in a raspy tone.
“Then let it go,” she urged.
“That’s it!” He drove his hips against her, his body tightened, his breathing shallow. He then moved again, faster and faster, growing tighter and tighter. His hot shaft filled every inch, stretching her tight muscles as he plunged deeper, then deeper yet. He jerked and grunted, arching his back as he found release. Seeing his eyes closed and an expression of complete ardent passion sent her over the edge again. A convulsion struck her, sending flashes of sweet electrical jolts through her bloodstream causing her to thrash wildly against him. Slick, sweaty bodies alongside each other, the musky scent of sex filling her nostrils as they collapsed together on the bed.
****
Jared laid there for the longest time until he heard Sofie’s even breathing. Had she fallen asleep? He shifted gently, looking down. Her eyes were closed and she looked so damn peaceful. He couldn’t disturb her and ask her to leave. Hell, truth was, he didn’t want her to go. A post-sexual cocoon remained over them, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling so satisfied.
He grabbed the used condom from his partly flaccid shaft and tossed it into the nearby trashcan with the others they’d used, making sure he didn’t wake the sleeping beauty. He knew if she woke, she’d be out of his cabin faster than the flashes of lightening that still lit the sky. Thunder rolled in the distance.
He’d crossed a line with Sofie and there was no going back. He’d always suspected that she was a wild woman held back by unseen chains. Well, he’d unlocked a few of those binds tonight and he found a side of her—giving, passionate and sexy as hell—and he wanted more. In fact, his semi-flaccid cock twitched as if in agreement. But he wasn’t a selfish man and wouldn’t wake her up to go for another round. They’d used up most of his supply of condoms, only one was left in the box. If he was lucky, maybe tomorrow they’d throw caution to the wind again and use the last foil packet.
He might be getting a little ahead of himself. Sofie thought he was a womanizer. Hell, he could tell her that he wasn’t, but would she believe him?
Sure, he’d had his fair share of women, and he talked a good talk, but in the big scheme of things, he’d changed. He hadn’t thought much about relationships, and definitely not marriage or parenthood, but here with Sofie cuddled up to his side with her soft leg stretched over his, well, he felt pretty damn good. Almost good enough that he could see giving up his freedom for a woman—for Sofie. After all, she might not think she needed a forever man, nice house in the suburbs, white picket fence and a kid or two, but she wasn’t the type of woman a man fucked and forgot.
Sofie was like many of the women who came to Nirvana. Rich ladies who could get any man they wanted. They flaunted their syrupy smiles and sweet-scented bodies and like most men, Jared found himself sniffing like a dog, but he knew the game. Knew that most of the guests just needed a reminder that she was beautiful. Sofie was different though, in the most important of ways. She had a story hiding behind those milky chocolate eyes and, against better judgment, he wanted to unlock that door too.
He nuzzled his nose in her hair. Vanilla and coconut. She smelled good and tasted better. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled sharply. Sweet pussy. He wouldn’t forget that scent anytime soon.
She whimpered and nuzzled deeper into the crook of his arm. H
is heart kicked up in speed. She fit just right next to him. No doubt she’d wanted him and he wanted her. The connection between them was off the charts insanely hot. His dick was now stretching toward the ceiling.
Back down, boy.
He needed to keep a sturdy hand on what they’d just shared. She’d all but told him she wanted sex—and sex only. He could do that—at least he hoped.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sofie opened her eyes and stretched languidly. Crisp hair tickled her thigh and it came back to her what she’d done last night. And who she’d done.
She rolled to her side and came face to face with a sleeping Jared. How could he look so gorgeous, even in the morning? His hair was messy and he wore a layer of beard, but still looked good enough for the cover of a magazine. Her inner thighs trembled in remembering how his mouth was on her—licking and tasting. She inwardly groaned. What had she gotten herself into?
Light was spilling through the window and she lifted to her elbow, scanning the cluttered one-room space. She wondered how often he cleaned. Not often from the look of things.
She saw the digital clock on the nightstand and her heart raced. Oh shit! Eight-thirty. She was late. Pushing her trembling hand through her tangled mass of hair, she looked back at Jared who was still sleeping like a baby. “Wake up!” she whispered. He moaned. “Wake up! Now!”
He grumbled, one eye coming open followed by a lazy grin. A splash of need flashed through her veins. Damn! Why didn’t she get it out of her system last night? The empty packages of condom wrappers laying all over the table were proof that they’d tried. “Good morning, beautiful.” He lifted on one elbow and kissed her shoulder.
“It’s late. We’re late!” she said through tight lips, but was fully aware of the tingling erupting between her thighs.
“I overslept because someone wore me the hell out last night,” he said in a sleepy tinged voice. His eyes twinkled. Did he not have a care in the world?
“Well, good, I’m glad I could help out. Now we have to get up.” She grabbed the sheet and dragged it around her naked body as she stood. Big mistake. He was sprawled out on the bed in all his naked splendor, saluting her. She gulped down air.
He was still smiling. With a body like his, he had every right to. “We should talk about things.”
She found it hard to believe that a rough and tough man like Jared wanted to talk things over. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Her muscles tensed.
“That look tells me there is,” he said, sitting up and her gaze naturally fell to his lap—his stretched lap. A lap that she wanted to climb on and work out the craving that was still lingering.
“We had sex. We’re two consensual, understanding adults who allowed human nature to take over. Now, get up, get going, and move forward.” Did those words really come out of her mouth?
“Sofie, I—”
A knock rattled the door. Sofie almost jumped out of her skin. “Who the hell is that?” she mouthed.
Jared shrugged his shoulder. “Who’s there?” he yelled.
She sighed, giving him what she hoped was her best pissed expression. “Why did you do that?” she whispered.
“Uh, I think they would have to know I’m still in here.” He didn’t seem a bit stressed, although he was sitting naked in his bed with used condom wrappers laying everywhere. She was so nervous she could have almost passed out. She gripped the sheet like it was a magical wand and wished she could tap her feet three times and then disappear.
“Jared? Get your ass up!” It was Maverick calling back through the door.
Her stomach turned and sweat beaded between her breasts. “Oh shit! Get rid of him.”
Jared sighed and slid out of bed, not grabbing anything to cover his nudity. The man was too proud! He went to the door, with her gaze following his shapely, horse-riding ass. She guessed if he had it, he should flaunt it. He most certainly had it and more. He looked at her over his shoulder, “You going to just stand there?” he asked.
“Yes—I mean, no.” She scurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Turning on the light, she caught her fatigued refection in the small mirror above the sink and cringed. Her wild, tangled hair framed her pale face. Her eye makeup was smeared below her eyes. She didn’t even think to wash her face before bed. Really, she hadn’t been thinking about much of anything except how good Jared felt between her legs. How had she fallen asleep? In his cabin! The last thing she remembered was Jared pulling away, dragging her close to his side and a feeling of complete sedation had moved over her.
She spent the night with a bad boy. Huge mistake, but very satisfying.
There wasn’t anything she could do to fix it now—but she had to fix herself before someone saw her. Looking over Jared’s small supply of manly products, she found a black fine-toothed combed and, with great effort, forced it through her tangled hair. Content that it wouldn’t get any better, she was glad she no longer looked like she stuck her finger in an electrical outlet. Splashing her face with cold water and wiping the remnants of mascara from under her eyes, she decided she was presentable enough to face the beast.
She opened the door an inch and listened. Nothing but the rattling sounds of Jared in the tiny kitchen. He was filling the coffee maker with water. She stepped out the rest of the way.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“No, I have to go.”
****
Jared swallowed the lump in his throat. “You might wait a bit, until all of the hands are busy before you walk out.”
“Okay.” She went to the bed and sat on the edge. “What did you tell Maverick?”
“That I drank too much last night and had a hangover.” He tried not to look at her, but he couldn’t believe how lovely she was. Bright eyes. Rosy cheeks and swollen lips from his kisses last night. His cock stretched behind his zipper, aching for another round.
“Did he believe you?”
“Sure.” He couldn’t tell her the truth that Maverick could see straight through the lie. But at least he didn’t ask questions.
“Thank you,” she said in a soft voice.
He blinked. “For what?” God he hoped she wasn’t one of those women who thanked him for sex as if it was a present.
“For not telling the truth.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said a little too quickly. He didn’t bother measuring the coffee granules and dumped them into the filter, hit start and concentrated on Sofie. He needed caffeine, fast. How awkward it should be to have Sofie in his cabin, in his cluttered cabin, but instead it seemed natural. Hunger still pulsed through his body, landing like a solid mass in his groin. And as he’d suspected, she wanted no part of another round. Figured. Didn’t change the fact though that he still wanted her.
She was so damn lovely and smelled like heaven. The edge of the sheet set daringly on the swell of her breasts. He wanted to drag it down and lick her tits all day long. He could certainly see himself doing that, repeatedly, every day of the week. He lowered his eyes to her slender feet poking out from under the material. The color of her toenails matched the color of her lips. He wondered if she’d chosen the color for that reason. He didn’t understand all of the girly girl things, but he guessed women liked to match up their colors. She shifted and he pulled his gaze back to her face. She looked ripe for the taking and he wanted to, now and fast.
He remembered how her face had changed while she was having an orgasm. Eager and frantic. That image would torment him forever.
“You’re staring,” she said.
“Yes, I am.” No reason to mince his words.
“I must look a mess.” She pushed her fingers through her hair.
“You look beautiful.” The coffee maker gurgled and spit out the last drop of the brew. He went back to focusing on something other than his hard cock and the incessant need in his gut.
He heard the bed springs pop. He watched her go to the window and peer out, her body silhouetted in the light coming through the window. He’d never
seen a lovelier picture and wished he had a camera. “I should get dressed and leave. Looks like it’s pretty quiet outside.”
“I guess you should” No! I don’t want you to go! Can we have another round? Or can I sit and look at you for a little longer? She took her clothes from the chair and started for the bathroom, the sheet dragging at her feet making her look even more delicate and small. His cock sinfully stretched and he groaned. It was going to be a long day.
“Yup. On my way.”
“Damn body!” he mumbled.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing.”
“You didn’t say something?”
“Not a word,” he growled.
“Okay, then. I’m going to get dress.” She disappeared inside of the bathroom and a few minutes later she returned, dressed in the wrinkled clothing. “Last night was—well, I’m glad we had…well…”
“I feel the same,” he said over the rim of his hot coffee. Now they headed straight into awkwardness.
“I’ll see you around.” She was at the door.
“Of course.” Never once in his life had he been vulnerable when it came to a woman, and he certainly wouldn’t start now. Especially one who was in such a hurry to get out that she didn’t even put her shoes on or ask about the missing bra that was still on the floor. It almost seemed too obvious to point it out, and yet he did. “Shoes?”
She laughed, but her cheeks flushed. “Yeah, I don’t want to forget those.” She slipped her feet into the flip flops. “Now I’m all set. I have lots of work to catch up on.”
“Let’s not make this anymore difficult than it has to be,” he said.
“Okay. You’re right.”
She left with the soft click of the door and it shot him through the chest. She was gone, but her scent remained. It was embedded in his nostrils and he guessed he’d be tormented for a good month or more.
Swallowing back a large gulp of coffee, it burned all the way into his stomach. He didn’t even care. Finishing the last drop, he rinsed out his cup and went into the bathroom, climbed into a freezing cold shower and washed off the remnants of last night.
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