Page 100 of Steel & Jenna
“Are you cold?”
Jenna shook her head. “It’s silly. We’ve had sex before. I know what to expect, but I’m still shaking like I’m nervous.”
His shirt undone but still on him, Jack stepped forward. He cupped her cheeks, rubbing his thumbs under her eyes. “It’s just you and me, Jen. Regardless of having slept together before, there’s still an expectation about the wedding night. It’s completely normal to be nervous.”
“You’re not.”
“Truth? I’m terrified.”
Jenna blinked in shock at his confession. “What? You are? Why?”
He kissed her softly, coaxing her mouth open. “Because of how badly I want you. I’m afraid of hurting you.”
She shook her head. “You’d never hurt me, Jack. That’s not even a possibility.”
Jack lowered his hand, trailing it down her neck to her clavicle and down to the swell of her breast exposed by the white cup of her bra. “The things I want to do to you, Jenna. The different ways I want to take you, theplacesI’ve fantasized about having you, and the positions I long to put your body in… If you could see inside my head right now, you’d be terrified too.”
Jenna grabbed the lapels of his shirt. “Am I really so fragile in your eyes, Jack, that you think there is anything you could want to do to me that I don’twantyou to do to me?” Jack’s breath caught in his throat at the ferocity in her voice. “Do your worst, Jack, and I’ll still scream for you to fuck me harder, faster, longer.”
The gauntlet was thrown and the battle lines drawn. Jack picked Jenna up, tossing her back onto the mattress. She let out a squeak ofsurprise as she bounced on the gold comforter. Jack followed her down.
Hunger torethrough Jack like a rabid animal. He needed inside Jenna like he needed air. Coming down on top of her, he took her mouth with a fierceness she’d unleashed with her issued challenge. He needed to get closer, to hear her soft moans and feel her heat surrounding him. His heart was pounding inside his chest but he kept hearing the echo of her name in his ears.
Lust heated his insides like a furnace. He tried to grab her hair and was halted by the intricate do that likely had more pins than a sweatshop.
“Fuck,” he snapped. “Is your head okay? I forgot about your hair when I threw you.”
Jenna reached up and gripped his hair at the back of his head. Hard. “If you’d have hurt me, I would have told you, Jack. Stop handling me with kid gloves andfuck me.”
He did not need to be told twice. As she worked to get his shirt off his shoulders, Jack’s hand journeyed down to her lacy panties. She was soaked with arousal and so fucking hot. He dipped his hand inside. His two fingers located her sensitive clit.
She gasped, her legs widening. “Jack!”
He growled against her throat. He needed to hear the lustful way she said his name again. His ears rang with desire. He raised his hand to her left breast. At the same time he flicked her clit, he took hold of her nipple through the lacy bra and pinched.
Her back arched up. “Jack!”
Hell yeah. Just like that.
Jack did not want to remove his hand from her panties so he moved the strapless bra over one-handed so that the cups were off her breasts. It was harder than he expected, like there was something in the band preventing the bra from shifting as he wanted it to. Didn’t matter, because he achieved his goal. Dropping his mouth to her rightbreast, he pulled her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and pulled, flicking the tight bud with his tongue.
He did not forget her clit or her other breast. Jenna writhed underneath him, undulating against his hands and mouth.
“I need to come,” she moaned. “Please, Jack, more, I need more…”
Jack lifted off of her nipple, pulling it between his teeth as he lifted his head. She gasped when he finally let go. The bud was red and swollen.
“No, don’t stop,” she protested.
“Not stopping, baby. Never stopping.” Jack licked the valley between her breasts. “Just repositioning.”
He lowered himself down her front. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack noticed his dress shirt off to the side on the mattress. He hadn’t even noticed she’d successfully gotten it off of him. A quick glance down his front showed he still had his undershirt on.
Jack shifted off of the bed, his feet landing on the carpeting. Fuck, he even still had his shoes on. Toeing off the dress shoes, he pushed them out of the way. He pulled his undershirt off in a swift motion. Jenna lifted herself up onto her elbows to watch him. He saw the pink of her tongue against her bottom lip at the sight of him shirtless and practically preened like a peacock.
He unbuckled his belt. “Eyes on mine, Jen.”
The second her eyes lifted to his, he grabbed the metal of his belt. In one single motion, he tugged it free of the belt loops. The leather made an audiblesnap.Her pupils dilated within the hazel of her eyes.
