Page 40 of Her Property

He kissed her again, hard. When he pulled away, she sucked in a breath,

“We’re not… skin-to-skin yet,” she breathed.

Jack groaned, his cock growing to a painful hardness. “Let’s remedy that right this fucking second,” he said. He pulled her sweater up, and she lifted her arms so that he was able to slip it over her head in a single, quick arc. Her hair sprung free from the collar and he ran his fingers through it. Then he slid his hands up and brought her face to his once more. His tongue searched for hers, flicking at her lips.

He couldn’t get enough of her. It was as if he could find everything he’d always wanted just by kissing her. He wanted to tear her jeans down and press her up against the wall. To drive himself into her and hear her scream his name.

But he forced himself to pull back. One thing at a time.

“The other reason for getting you naked right now,” he said, his voice thick with need, “Is I’ve been killing myself the past few days trying not to think about what I missed before.”

Catherine’s nipples strained through the thin cotton fabric of her bra. He unsnapped it and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were pale and full, her nipples hard against the cold.

“I was right,” he whispered. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

She ran her hands through his hair as he cupped her bare breasts. “You’ve been to all the world’s most gorgeous places.”

He looked up into her eyes. “I’ve never been so sure of anything,” he said. And he meant it. Yes, he’d seen the wonders of the world. He’d watched the sun setting over a turquoise alpine lake in the Rockies; seen a waterfall that looked like falling diamonds in the middle of a jungle in Borneo. He’d met stunning women from all over the world in all shapes, sizes, clothed and unclothed. But no one compared to the woman standing before him right now. He’d never felt this way about anything; anyone. His eyes went to the soft flesh of her curves, to her damp hair clinging to the pale skin of her neck; to her lips, bruised from being pressed against his so much already.

“The other night… that was the worst torture I’ve ever felt,” Jake said. He dropped to one knee and did what he’d wanted to do then. He took one of her luscious pink nipples into his mouth. Catherine let out a breath as he pulled at it with his tongue, teasing and swirling until she was moaning against him, her hands pulling at his hair. He brought his mouth to her other breast, tugging gently at the hard bud with his teeth.

“I wanted you to see,” she said, over his head. Her voice was faint, almost breathless. “I wanted to tell you to open your eyes. I wanted you to strip off all my clothes and watch me while I got naked and wet for you.”

Jake stood up. He couldn’t take it anymore. He picked her up, making her shriek in surprise. Cupping his hands under her ass, he walked her over to the spare room—his own bedroom was too far away. Throwing back the thick duvet, he sat her down. He pulled off her shoes and kicked off his, then peeled off all his clothes. He paused before dropping his shorts.

When he did, she gasped.

His cock was standing at full attention. Catherine’s tongue flicked across her lips, making him almost come right there. Instead he strode towards her and lowered her back against the bed, unbuttoning her jeans and shrugging them down her hips.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into bed this fast,” she said.

“For the sake of warmth,” he grinned, pulling the duvet over them both. For a moment they lay there in the cocoon of the blanket, their eyes locked, his fingers tracing up and down her belly and between her breasts.

The tension around them was as tight as a drum. He reached up and brushed her hair from her cheek.

“Was it what you pictured?” she said. “Seeing me, I mean.” Her face was flushed as if she was embarrassed to ask.

“Better,” he said.

He lowered his hand, trailing it down her throat, the soft skin of her decolletage. His hand found her breast again, and he gently pinched her nipple once more, tugging at it until she closed her eyes again, gasping.

Then he slipped below the blanket.

Jake lavished attention on both her breasts, gripping them with his hands so her nipples were pointed up like a gift for him to play with. He went between them both with his tongue and lips and teeth. She was whimpering, her hips writhing beneath him. He could do this all day.

But there was so much more he wanted to do.

He brought his hand down and found the warm, wet place between her legs. It was slick with her need and he growled with desire. He danced his thumb against her clit, teasing, flicking, circling, matching the movement of his tongue as he worked his way down her stomach. He slid further down the bed into the muffled darkness until his tongue found her slit. He dipped it into her folds, tasting her. Her long moan came from somewhere outside the blankets, and he worked her clit with his lips and then his tongue, flicking and sucking and circling. Her moaning intensified, her breathing rising and quickening.

He pushed her knees up and out and she began to shudder.

“Jake,” she said. “Oh god, Jake.”

He pulled away.

She flung the blanket off his head. “Jake!” she cried.

He came up and grinned. “I need to kiss you,” he said. As his tongue danced across her lips, the same moan escaped her, as if just by kissing her she might climax. The tip of his cock slid against her clit and she choked back a breath.

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