Page 16 of ELITE Justice
“We’ll get to that,” he assured and sucked on her earlobe. “I need to take care of you first.” He slid one finger, then a second, into her channel. With every pump of his fingers, the heel of his hand bore down on her clit.
Gwen threw her head back onto his broad shoulder, exposing more of her neck. Jonathan kissed every inch from her ear to her collar bone. She could barely breathe in the stretched-out position. He must have read her mind. He released her hands and her arms dropped to her sides as though heavy weights had been attached to them. Completely focused on the pleasure this man was giving her, she let them dangle. He lightly traced the curve of her neckline before he scooped her breast from her bra with his warm hand.
“I want to taste these later.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she gasped. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she managed between pants.
“Are you ready to come for me, sweetheart?” He slowly slid his fingers out of her.
She whimpered, “No.”
Circling her clit, round and round, while rolling her nipple, he asked, “No, you’re not ready to come?”
The dual assault left her mindless, unsure of his question, not caring as long as he kept touching her that way.
He ran his thumb over the tip of her swollen clitoris.
She moaned.
“Oh, I think you’re ready.”
Then he pinched her oversensitive nipple and clit at the same time. A jolt ran through her like electricity connected to a bomb under a mound of pent-up emotions. She exploded. The force hit her, shaking her to her core, as she came harder than she ever had in her life.
Her head fell forward, resting on the front door of her apartment. She would have slumped bonelessly to the floor if Jonathan hadn’t been holding her.
When she came back to herself, her legs were shaky but, using the door, she managed to roll and face him. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his bulging pants.
What a self-centered bitch she was. She hadn’t even touched him since dragging him into her place with promises of sex. She’d remedy that. Steadier now, she stepped forward and ran her hand over his cock. It had grown.
He grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand away. “You do that one more time and I’ll embarrass myself. I almost came when you did.” His smile was fiendish, with a hint of a promise. He stuck his wet fingers in his mouth and licked them. “This isn’t enough of a taste of you.” He looked around her tidy apartment before returning his gaze to her. “Now, where’s that bed?”
This was what she’d wanted, and the prelude boded well for the rest of the night. The man knew his way around a woman’s body, even when it was fully clothed. Well, except for her right breast. She popped it back into the bra cup. “Right this way.” She put a little extra swing in her hips as she headed down the short hall to her bedroom. Although he was silent on his feet, she felt his presence at her back.
The full-sized bed, one nightstand, and one tall dresser filled the tiny room, but it was more space than Gwen had while serving overseas and in many barracks stateside. Plus, she didn’t have to share it with another female officer. It was all hers. At least for now.
Her Aunt Suze and Uncle James had lived in the large apartment across the hall for over thirty years and used to rent this place out to whichever waitress needed a safe place. Gwen got to live there free since she was doing a family favor managing the restaurant. It was hers for the duration. She didn’t want to think about what she’d do after her aunt and uncle returned.
She startled when Jonathan touched her shoulder then stepped between her and the bed she’d been staring at, but not seeing. In a low, sweet voice, he asked, “Change your mind?”
Hell, no. She grimaced. “I was trying to see this place through your eyes.” Glancing around once again, she admitted, “It’s really small.”
“I don’t give a shit about the size of the room.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent slightly to look into her eyes. “I’m here to be with you…if that’s what you still want.”
“Yes, I want you.” She took his face in both hands and kissed him, hoping to show him just how much she wanted more of what he’d done to her, the way he’d made her feel.
“Thank Christ,” he whispered. He kissed down her jaw as he unbuttoned her blouse. She wanted this man naked and in her bed, now. She mirrored his movements, unbuttoning the still-crisp, oxford dress shirt. The backs of her knuckles skimmed over row after row of abs. She couldn’t wait to trace them with her fingertips. Maybe even her tongue.
When she reached the last button above his belt, she tugged, pulling the shirttails free. She couldn’t resist and ran her hand over the front of his dress slacks.
“I warned you about that.” Jonathan’s voice rumbled as he shoved her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, then captured both hands behind her back, caught in her own clothing. Her lace-covered breasts jutted forward.
Watching him stare at her, unmasked heat in his unique blue-green eyes, was one of the most erotic things Gwen had ever experienced. Being wanted so much by such a sexy man made her nipples harden into pebbles.
With the snap of his fingers, Jonathan unfastened her bra and peeled it away. “I told you I wanted to taste these.” He lowered his head and traced the dark circle with his tongue before he took her breast into his mouth. Her nipples seemed directly connected to her clit as it tingled, begging for more. She gasped for breath when he sucked harder, then ran his teeth gently over the very end. All too quickly, she began to build up again.
She was not going to come again without him inside her. Struggling to free her hands from her clothes and his grasp, she demanded, “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” He moved to her other breast and repeated his attack on her nipple. She lost all fight and gave in to the pleasure of his mouth. Damn, he was good at that.
