Page 17 of ELITE Justice
When cooler air hit her butt, she realized he’d let go of her hands, unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. She shoved her blouse and bra off her wrists and tossed them aside, not caring where they landed.
“Step out,” he commanded when her pants pooled at her feet. He was on his knees in front of her.
The sight of his short-cut red hair, tipped in gold, inches from her neatly trimmed, dark brown mound made her silently beg for him to lean forward and lick. As primed as she was, that’s all it might take for orgasm number two.
A tap on her calf brought her out of her thoughts. She lifted her leg. He dragged his fingers over her ankle as he shed off her pants…and the pretty, black, boy-panties she’d purposely worn hoping for this very moment. She’d never considered her feet an erogenous zone before, but Jonathan’s touch lit up every nerve.
She stood naked in front of him. His hands followed his gaze, starting at her feet but stopping at her hips. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” He leaned forward, his nose practically touching her sex. She heard him inhale slowly and watched the corners of that talented mouth of his turn up. The moist heat of his breath, the anticipation of his next move, made her legs shake. One touch and she’d be gone.
That’s not what she wanted. Not until he was riding her hard.
Gwen grabbed his head and pulled hard, so he had no other choice than to stand. “You’re overdressed for this party and it’s moving onto the bed.”
He stared at her for several seconds as her heartbeat banged like a rock and roll drummer. “Meet you there.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms. He tossed them onto the nightstand and was naked before Gwen could blink.
Mesmerized by the man in front of her, she took in his large shoulders, the six-…no, eight-pack abs, that V made by lean hips that pointed to the amazing erection that bounced with every beat of his heart.
“I told you to meet me in bed.” He sounded stern but playful.
She didn’t move. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare at his cock. And wonder if it was going to fit. And if it did, would she be able to walk tomorrow?
He stepped closer and before she could step back, he’d swooped her up in his arms. Unceremoniously, he strode the few steps to the bed. Leaning down with her still in his arms, he ordered, “Pull back the covers. I want you on sheets.”
“Put me down.” She squirmed in his arms, and he grasped tighter.
Repeating his request, this time he added, “Please.”
She stilled and looked at his smiling face. “You’re really bossy.”
His smile grew. “You don’t obey for shit.”
“I had way too much of that in the Army and in the operating room.” Then she added, “But I want you deep inside me when I come again, so all my inner muscles clamp around your very impressive cock as you make me scream your name.”
“Fuck.” Jonathan set her on her feet so fast she teetered. He swept the sheets away with one hand and grabbed a condom with the other. When she tried to snatch it from him—she wanted to put it on him and feel that hard shaft in her hands—he held it above her reach.
“Not this time, sweetheart. You touch me, and I’ll go off.” He kissed her, just a quick meeting of their lips. “Jump in bed while I protect us both.”
CHAPTER8
Jonathan hadn’t riddenthe edge of an orgasm like that in years. He’d had to mentally strip and clean every weapon he owned to keep from shooting off. Gwen had him up and ready from the moment she answered the door. He wasn’t sure what it was about the feisty woman that triggered something inside him but watching her crawl on the bed in front of him flipped on buttons he didn’t know existed.
At first, he thought it might be testosterone backup. He hadn’t had sex in so long he couldn’t count the days. Sleeping with Carrie had become…routine, almost boring. Hell, he didn’t even know what to call her. She certainly wasn’t his girlfriend because that would insinuate some kind of relationship other than sex. No fucking way was she his lover because simply by the virtue of the word it inferred a deep emotional attachment and they certainly didn’t have one of those. Frequent booty call might be accurate. Carrie was a no-strings-attached deal and they’d both preferred it that way. Fuck-buddy was probably the most accurate.
Jonathan had gone from regularly having sex to none in one night. And what a disastrous night that had been.
“If you’re going to stand there and watch me, should I get started without you?” Gwen cupped both breasts and brought her nipples back to stiff peaks.
Ho-ly fuck.Jonathan couldn’t believe it was a live woman in front of him, not a porn flick on a huge screen. He practically dove into the bed. Spreading her legs as he scuttled between them, he looked at her wet folds. Running his thumb over her hard little clit, she jerked.
Gwen sat up and threw herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. “No more torture, please, Jonathan.”
He leaned her back onto the pillow and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way his cock would soon slide in and out of her channel. Reaching between them, she wrapped her hand around his cock. She wiggled her hips and then guided his tip inside.
Heaven was hot and wet, and just a little wild. His groan harmonized with her moan. He was well aware of his size, and carefully slid in only an inch. Withdrawing a little before he went deeper with his next push. At Gwen’s sudden intake of breath, although short, he gave her a moment to adjust. When she thrust her hips up, taking him deeper, he obliged and drove into the hilt.
Gwen whimpered.
Jonathan froze. Had he hurt her? He chanced a glance at her face.
