Page 137 of Gone With the Wine

He makes a rough sound in his throat and changes the angle, coming at my mouth with even deeper greed. Then he carries me over to his bed. I expect both of us to end up on top of it, but he lowers my feet to the floor.

“Can I put on the slip?”

“Please.” It comes out like a groan.

“I didn’t plan for this, obviously,” I say as I remove my ripped jeans and old T-shirt.

“You’re beautiful, Bianca.” His heated gaze slides over me like melting chocolate as he opens my bra and tugs it off, and it makes me feel so beautiful and cherished.

The silk slides over my skin in a sensuous glide, the straps settling on my shoulders. The embroidered bra cups barely cover my breasts.

“Look at you. Perfect.” He traces my cleavage with a fingertip. “Gorgeous. Sexy.”

He cups my cheek in that way of his that tells me I’m everything to him and kisses me again, his firm lips moving on mine, with gentle sucks and smooth licks.

My fingers start working open the buttons of his shirt and he backs away to shrug it off, both of us staring at each other longingly. I’ll never get over the sight of Jansen naked. Heisbeautiful. So much strength and grace. My gaze roves over his muscle-packed torso, rounded biceps, and firm stomach as he undoes his jeans and steps out of them, along with his briefs. His thick thighs flex as he stands on one leg, then the other, and my attention drops to his heavy cock. Hot sparks sizzle over my skin, the ache inside me deepening.

He kisses me again, nudging me toward the bed and then we’re on it, me on my back, him coming down on top of me. His substantial weight on me is erotic, also gratifying. I need it. His kisses are so tender, so thorough, I feel them in the ache in my pussy. I push my heels into the mattress and arch against him, holding on to his shoulders, kissing him back. I want to open wider, drink him in, lick inside him, devour him. “I love you.”

“I love you. I need to taste you.” He shifts me under him, then kneels between my legs.

I’m shaking with need, my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and he complies, pressing his mouth to my center. I make a strangled noise at the contact and tighten, nerve endings lit up, inner muscles twisting. He groans, a broken, needy sound, his mouth searching and hot, devoted to eating me like he’s starving, his fingers digging into my thighs. I come apart, a trembling, brilliant burst of sensation that ripples through me, over and over, and Jansen coaxes me through it with soft sucks and licks,

I’m wrecked. Gasping. Quaking.

He stays there, nuzzling my swollen, sensitive clit, his breath alone enough to make me shiver, gliding his hands up and down my legs. Then he lifts his head and his eyes blaze directly into mine. “Okay, baby?”

“Unhhhh.”

He has a condom and rolls it on, moves closer and finds my entrance. He’s burning hot, solid, pushing inside me, filling me with that luxurious length and breadth, sliding over tender nerve endings still pulsing. He tugs down one embroidered cups of the slip. “Look at this beauty. Just begging to be sucked.” Bending, he kisses one, then the other, then sucks my flesh into his mouth in a greedy pull, making more noises of hunger and longing.

I moan too at the exquisite sensation that streaks through me. “I’m coming again already.”

“Fuuuuck.” His jaw clenches, and he stares down at me with an intensity that has my heart exploding into a frantic rhythm. “Yeah. Come on my cock. I fucking love that.”

He slides out, back in. I squeeze him, and another orgasm tears through me, blinding me, burning me, spiking tears in the corners of my eyes. I cry out and hold onto him and then he comes, too, shuddering, gasping, coming down over me and clinging to me so tightly more tears gather.

“I’ll try to do better,”Jansen mumbles later. “To communicate better. No, Iwilldo better. Kick my ass if I don’t.”

I smile against his chest, wrapped up in his strong arms. “Okay.”

“I practiced with Moose.”

I go still, then tip my head back to look at him. His lips tug up into a half-smile. “You practiced what with Moose?”

“Communicating.”

“What did he say?”

He grins. “He didn’t say much. He’s mostly a good listener.”

“Ah. Yes.”

“I told him I love him.”

I smile. “I knew you did.”

“I thought he should know.”

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