Page 20 of Training Rain
“I want.” She didn’t know if she was shivering from the cold or the anticipation of Jess’s body next to hers.
Crawling under the covers, she watched in the lamplight as he stripped his top off and tossed it to the floor. His long johns followed and in seconds Jess McMean’s taut form hovered above her at the side of the bed.
Lean, sinewy muscle covered his chest and arms, leading her gaze down to his six-pack abs and further to where his attraction to her became more obvious. His thick, long cock stood at the ready. Rain’s mouth watered, but she remained under the covers. He had started this and she couldn’t resist letting him guide the process, at least for the moment.
She’d never seen him hesitant before. In the field training he’d been assured and determined. It was nice to see that something made Jess nervous and even more intriguing to learn that the something was her. He was actually unsure if she wanted him. Even now, after she’d walked naked across the room. Her body continued to tremble, but now she was certain that it was desire and not the cold that brought her limbs to a quivering state.
He didn’t move. She marveled at the fact that in spite of the frigid air, his cock continued to point in her direction.
“Why are you just standing there?” she asked.
“I’m giving you time to change your mind.”
Her heart sped up and she pushed to her elbows, letting the blanket and sheet fall and expose her breasts. Her nipples hardened to sensitive peaks. Her skin prickled and she longed for the warmth of his flesh against hers. “Why would I change my mind?”
His eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of her. “Maybe I just can’t believe a woman like you would want anything to do with me.”
The idea that he might walk out of the bedroom and leave her desires unquenched forced her hand. She threw back the blanket, baring herself once again to him. He didn’t move.
Rain watched him carefully. “I’m starting to get offended. Maybe you’re not really interested. What more does a girl need to do to get you to fuck her?”
An instant later his body was covering hers. The breath rushed out of her lungs and she could barely draw another. It wasn’t that he was crushing her. He took up every available space. His body fitted against hers perfectly and his shaft teased the crease at the top of her thighs. Her brain could not process enough logical thought to remember how to breathe in.
His glare evoked the fact that he hadn’t liked what she said, yet the fire in his eyes and the rigid evidence between her legs contradicted. “I’m not going to fuck you, Rain.”
She could have cried, but she remained outwardly calm. “No?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Oh.” She tried to hide her disappointment, but she heard the hallow timber of her voice. She was sure he’d heard it too.
“I’m going to make love to you so slowly and thoroughly, you’ll be begging me for more.”
Her legs quivered and her pussy tightened at the idea. “No one has ever said that to me before.”
His head cocked to one side. “Which part?”
Her face heated and she cursed inwardly at her own blush. “Make love. No one has ever told me they wanted to make love to me.”
Jess shifted his weight to one elbow and threaded his fingers through her hair while forcing her to meet his gaze. “What did they say?”
Why had she said anything? Why couldn’t she keep her mouth closed? Her cheeks were flaming with embarrassment. She wiggled her hips beneath him, hoping to expedite their pleasure and end the uncomfortable conversation.
He pressed his hips down, pinning hers to the bed. “Tell me.”
Her heart pounded so hard blood rushed to her ears. “Fuck. Bang. Have sex. Just never make love.”
His lips pressed lightly to the tip of her nose. “There’s a time and a place for fucking and banging. I’d like to think we’ll get to them some other time. Tonight is for lovemaking.”
“What’s the difference?”
His eyes took on a sadness that made her wish she hadn’t asked the question. “Ohcher. It’s criminal that you don’t already know, but it’s my honor to show you there is a very big difference.”
Jess shifted again so that he was lying beside her. He tugged the blanket out from under himself and slid beneath, adding his warmth to hers. There was no aggression in his moves. She would have thought a man who fought and killed, spied and assassinated for a living would be angry in bed. It was not the case.
His hand skimmed from just under her breast down her rib cage to her hip. He left a trail of fire on every inch of skin he touched. Rain’s body quivered and she put her hand on top of his while he continued his exploration over her pussy to the other hip. She lifted toward him, but he didn’t stop at the place she most desired his caress.
It was tempting to force his hand, but her curiosity won out and she allowed him to guide the encounter. His caress slipped down her leg and out of reach. Calloused fingers warmed her calf and gripped her foot, pushing her knee into a bent position. He made his way back up, teased her pussy with one finger, and she gasped as the shock of his touch sent a thrill through her body.
