Page 30 of Our Sweet Destiny
He reached for her, and Jade stepped away, shaking her head.
“Let me,” she repeated. Jade had never been ashamed of her sexuality. It empowered her, and as much as she loved letting a man steer their sexual interludes, with Rex she wanted to—had to—do what she felt he needed most.Her touch.
JADE STOOD BEFORE him with one shoulder bare, looking like a pixie in the moonlight. She untied the strap on her other shoulder and her dress dropped to the ground. His body awoke with eagerness at the sight of Jade naked before him. He reached for her, and she tethered him again with her words.
“Let me.”
He was a man, through and through. Testosterone ran through him thick and ready. He drank in the essence of her—shoulder to hip, the sweet curve of her belly. The temptation to touch her was too strong. He reached out again, needing to feel her exquisiteness.
She stood on her tiptoes and whispered, “Let me,” again.
She ran her fingers down his sides lightly at first. Then she clamped her hands around his hips, applying pressure with her palms. Her hands were small against his body as she traced the lines of his abs across his stomach and back up to his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the pressure of his boxer briefs trapping him beneath the soft fabric.
Jade’s fingers pressed against the hair on his chest, creating a rough sensation against his skin. She moved closer, her breath on his skin, and she kissed as she touched. Rex’s nerves tightened, while his muscles relaxed. The strange dichotomy of sensations had him craving more of her.
He reached for her again, and she pushed his hands down to his sides. He’d never allowed a woman such control, and now he knew why. No one else would know just how to touch him the way Jade was. Her caress was slow and thoughtful. He could feel love coming through her fingertips in soft pulses.
Her breasts brushed softly against his chest. Her hands twisted lightly against his skin, her fingers pointing down as she walked them toward his boxers, applying gentle pressure with her palms.
“Jade,” he whispered.
She kissed the space between his ribs where Hope nuzzled him so often.
“Touch me,” he said.
“Shh,” she whispered. “I am. You need this more than you need sex.”
His body trembled beneath her hands as she massaged and relaxed him, while thrilling him more than any direct sexual touch ever had. She ran her hands first down his left leg, with pulsing grips along his muscles. He was on the verge of coming apart and she hadn’t laid one finger on his most sensitive areas. He clenched his teeth, restraining the surge of heat that fought for release as she slid her body against his and moved behind him, reversing the sensation as she worked her way back up his legs.
Rex opened his eyes, and the sight of her hands, now reaching around him from behind and grasping his hips with a firm, possessive grip, pulsing the tension from the muscles, tamed the primitive need to take her, replacing it with a hypnotic hunger for more—more touch, more teasing, moreJade.
She massaged his back, his sides, trailed kisses up his spine and slid her hands beneath his arms, massaging his pecs. It was shocking and almost indescribable the way it emasculated, then instantly aroused him. Her touch transitioned from firm to tender with each breath, and by the time she returned to his front, he thought he might lose all control with a graze against her skin.
She pressed her body against his and he had to have her. He took her in his arms and kissed her with the promise of more.
She pushed away with a shake of her head and a wiggle of her finger. “Let me,” she whispered.
He groaned again as she grabbed his obliques and pressed—hard—with her palms, then lowered her head and kissed along the center of his stomach.
“Jade, please. Let me,” he begged, grasping her shoulders.
She ignored his plea and pushed his hands from her as she kissed his stomach again. He moaned into the night as she took a step back, dragged her eyes along his body.
Gritting his teeth against the urge to claim her, he reached for his jeans.
“I’m not done,” she said.
“Jade, I can’t take it. It’s too much.”
“Then why are you reaching for your clothes?”
AS HE REACHED for his jeans, she knew he was going for a condom, and she frowned. His hand stopped midair. She wanted to feel him. All of him, not a latex sheath. She was on the pill, and sure, she knew all about sexually transmitted diseases, but didn’t everyone get tested these days?
“Are you worried about who you’ve been with?” she asked honestly, cringing inside while she waited for the answer.
“No, but…”
She moved closer, touched her fingertips to his stomach.
