Page 74 of Hooked
Stop thinking so much!
Jeremy turned on a lamp beside the bed while she lingered in the doorway. Then he walked back over to her, doing the reach-down-and-take-the-shirt-off-in-one-sweep thing that was so damn sexy her mouth went dry.
He’d been mostly clothed the night of their escape-room date. Part of the fun was making him come in formal wear. This time his body was on full display.
The dark curl of hair across his chest wasn’t heavy, but it begged for her fingers. His body was exactly like she’d imagined. Lean and long, every muscle defined from climbing. He wasn’t bulky—far from it—but he was so strong.
He flipped open the button on his jeans and unzipped them, reaching inside to allow his pants to gape and rubbing a hand over what was already a very hard erection.
Jeremy walked back to Tayla, pulled her inside his room, and shut the door. He cupped her face with both hands and proceeded to kiss her in a way that left little room for doubt that he was very good in bed, he’d been imagining this for a while, and he was going to take his time.
She stroked his tongue with her own and allowed her hands to run up and down his back, giving herself over to the familiar rush.
Excitement, desire, hunger, trust—
Fuck.
Her breath caught. The trust was new.
She pushed back the creeping doubt in her heart and focused on his hands cupping her ass, her fingers teasing the button of her jeans. He tilted her chin up and tasted her neck, running his tongue along the line of her collarbones, his beard roughing up the delicate skin above her breasts.
Jeremy took her by the waist and walked her backward until she felt the bed hit the back of her knees. She sat and looked up at him, her mountain man. The sexiest man she’d ever met. A rock in a tumbling, twisting world that most of the time made no sense whatsoever.
He made sense.
Warm skin stretched over lean muscle, long arms reached down to tease her nipples through her shirt. Jeremy took a single finger and ran it around her lips. She opened for him, and he dipped his thumb inside. She sucked on it, scraped her teeth along the flesh, and he tapped her cheeks in soft reprimand. Her tongue licked out and soothed his thumb. Her hands reached for his waistband, but he batted them away.
“You want to taste me?”
She couldn’t do anything but nod.
“Not tonight.” He nudged the sweater off her shoulders. “I want to see you. Every inch.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Take off your shirt,” he whispered.
Tayla did, and her skin had goose bumps from the chill in the air and the rush of desire.
“Jeans.” Jeremy gripped his erection through his boxers, watching her as she shimmied out of her pants. He stepped closer and ran a hand over the pink satin panties covering her ass, the pink lace covering her breasts. “You wear matching lingerie every day, don’t you?”
Her cheeks went hot, and her chin went up. “Just because no one sees it but me doesn’t mean it doesn’t need to match.”
Jeremy chuckled, his chest moving against her breasts. “I love it.” He bent down and kissed her, long and sweet. “I do appreciate the effect, but it’s in my way.”
He reached back and ran his fingers along the hooks holding her bra closed. “Hmmm. Four.”
“You don’t hold these girls up with anything less, Mr. Allen.”
“I love it when you call me that.” He started unhooking her bra, kissing along her shoulder. She felt the release when her bra came off. His warm hands cupped her breasts.
So good. So very good.
He bent down to taste them. “Delicious.”
Tayla’s heart started to race. “Jeremy—”
“Don’t rush me,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”
Fuuuuuuck. How was she supposed to keep her emotional distance when he said things like that?
Her back hit the bed. Her panties slid down her legs. He lay beside her, hands everywhere. She wanted his hand between her legs, but he didn’t oblige her. He teased the back of her knees and her ankles. He ran a single finger up the inside of her thigh. He licked just under her belly button and tasted the soft flesh with a playful bite. He spent a lot of time on her breasts.
