Page 52 of Jack of Hearts
She also loved how her inhibitions faded away when she was with him, leading her to do things like put the sole of her foot on his crotch. “I’m not the only one with too many clothes on.”
He grinned as he pressed his erection against the bottom of her foot. “Easily remedied, Grasshopper.”
With lightning speed, he vaulted off the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pushed them and his briefs down at the same time. When they got tangled up with his boots, he hopped around, drawing her attention to his erection, which seemed to be waving at her with each bounce. She couldn’t help it. She burst into laughter. He stilled, narrowing his eyes, which only set her off more.
“Not good for a man’s ego when the first time you see him in all his glory, you laugh, you know.” His lips twitched, ruining his scowl.
Totally losing it, she pulled a pillow over her face. This was turning out to be one of the strangest preludes to sex, and she adored him for it. She could easily fall hard for this man.
The mattress dipped, and his bare leg pressed against hers. Before she knew what was happening, he had her miniskirt and panties off. She peeked out from underneath the pillow, watching him as he tossed her clothing over the side of the bed. Her laughter faded away as she eyed his erection, which was pointing straight at her.
She came out of hiding, pushing the pillow aside. “Impressive. Really, really impressive.” His eyes devoured her as his gaze roamed over her, her skin prickling as if he were actually touching her.
“I aim to please, ma’am.” He danced his fingers along the inside of her thighs, and when he reached the top of her legs, he paused. “No matter what happens in the future, I want you to know something.”
Something like regret flickered in his eyes, and she didn’t know what to make of that. It made her nervous, and she had the urge to tell him to stop talking, that she didn’t want to hear whatever he was going to say. He glanced away, and when he faced her again, she added sadness to the emotions swirling around him.
She reached for the hand he had resting on her leg. “What?”
“If there ever comes a day when you wish me to hell”—he turned his hand palm up, linking their fingers—“know that I never wanted to hurt you. I think we have something special, and I’ve never felt this way before, but I’ll probably find a way to screw everything up. For that, I’ll be more sorry than you’ll ever know.”
She didn’t know what to say. What was going on in that mind of his? For a moment, she wondered if she was in over her head. Already, he was working his way into her heart, while at the same time, warning her that he’d probably hurt her. She wasn’t supposed to fall for him. He was only going to be a bit of fun before marriage and children.
She had imagined marrying a banker or stockbroker, maybe a doctor or lawyer. Someone with his feet planted firmly on the ground, a man who kissed her good-bye when he left in the morning, his briefcase in hand, and who returned home in time to share a glass of wine before dinner while they discussed their day.
That had been her dream, but she suddenly felt like yawning. As she studied Alex’s beautiful face, his eyes watching her with that intensity of his as he waited for her to respond, she knew the smartest thing she could do was walk away this very minute before he stole her heart completely. But if she did, she would always regret it.
She put her palm on his cheek. “Make love to me, Alex. Make me yours.”
He put his hand over hers. “And I’ll be yours. If you believe nothing else, Mad, believe that.” He dropped her hand, rose onto his knees, and covered her body with his. Cupping her cheeks, he angled his head, lowering his mouth to hers.
There was passion in his kiss, but something else, too. It seemed as if he wanted to make sure she would never want another man after him, and she wasn’t sure she ever would. The weight of his big body on hers, the prickle of the dusting of hair on his chest over her skin, and the way he possessed her mouth sent heat spiraling through her, making her blood flow hot through her veins.
She thought she might climb out of her skin when he moved down her body to a breast, latching his mouth around her nipple and swirling his hot tongue around the tip. He nipped it, the gentle clamp of his teeth sending waves of pleasure through her. At her moan, she felt his lips smile against her skin. He should be pleased with himself. No other man had taken the time to worship her body the way he was doing, and if he wanted to feel a little male satisfaction, he was entitled to.
Her right breast was next on his agenda, and he repeated the nipping and licking, sending an aching need for him to her very core. Unable to keep still, she writhed under him, and feeling his erection bump against her thigh, she squeezed her legs together, capturing him between them.
“Please,” she begged.
“All in good time.” He lifted his face and blew on her damp nipple, raising goose bumps and sending more shivers through her.
He took his leisurely time kissing a path down her stomach, until she was uncontrollably squirming in anticipation of him reaching his final goal. And when he did, oh God, when he did, and his magical tongue touched her there, she grabbed the top of his head, holding on for dear life. He sucked on her, lapped her with his tongue, and teased her with his teeth, and when the tidal wave hit, she thought her entire body would have lifted off the bed if he hadn’t been holding her down. She screamed his name.
“You’re so damn wet for me,” he said, his voice raspy as he lifted onto his knees and stared down at her with raw hunger in his eyes.
“Only for you,” she whispered, and it was true. Something had changed between them in his bed tonight, and if he was the only man to ever touch her again, she would die happy.
“Damn straight.” He reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer, never breaking eye contact with her.
“Wouldn’t you like me to return the favor? I mean”—her cheeks heated, and she didn’t doubt her face was turning bright red—“wouldn’t you like me to ...”
“To go down on me?” he finished when she stumbled over the words, and she nodded. He grinned. “You’re so damn cute when you’re embarrassed, Grasshopper, but to answer you, hell yes. Not yet, though. I’m on the edge as it is. Later, you can have at me.”
“Okay.” It wasn’t something she’d particularly enjoyed doing in the past, but with Alex? Oh yeah, she was sure it would be different with him. She watched him as he tore open a condom package with his teeth, watched him roll it on, and finally got lost in his eyes, now black and burning with desire, as he lowered his magnificent body over hers.
“Are you ready for me, Mad?” Not waiting for an answer, he slid his hand down, easing his finger inside her. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “You’re dripping for me, baby.”
After he eased inside her, she wrapped her legs around his thighs, and then he made love to her so beautifully that tears came to her eyes. He stroked her with his hands, finding all her sensual places, and as he loved her, he put his mouth next to her ear and whispered dirty words to her, telling her all the things he was going to do to her before the night was over.
