Page 21 of Bursting With Love
He drew back, releasing her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m—”
Her eyes were at half-mast as a grin formed on her lips. “It was a good hurt,” she whispered.
“Jesu—” His mouth found hers again. His tongue thrust hard and fast, stroking the roof of her mouth before he pulled back again. He didn’t want to hurt her or take advantage of her. “I’m sorry I…” He dropped his eyes to keep from taking her luscious mouth again.
“I’m not.” Her words were like a sweet summons.
A groan came from deep in his chest as he spread her legs with his feet and pushed his hips to hers. His erection was hot and hard against her skin. He rested his forehead against hers.
“Savannah, I haven’t been with a woman for two years. I’m surprised I’ve made it this long. The minute I enter you, I—”
She held him close as he tried to pull away. Goddamn it. He wanted her. Hell, he needed her. He hadn’t been this hard in years, and it wasn’t from making out with just any woman. He could have dozens of women if he’d wanted them. It was because of Savannah. Smart, sexy, sensual Savannah Braden, the woman who challenged everything he believed about himself.
“It’s okay,” she said.
The need in her eyes rivaled his, and when she reached down and cupped his balls it took all of his focus not to come. She slid down his body and licked him from base to tip. He shuddered. His hands fisted as he fought the urge to take her right there and then. She lowered her mouth over the tip and swirled her tongue, then drew away, exposing his wet skin to the cool air and sending a fury of carnality raging through him. She came back up to her full height and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his ear to her mouth. She took his lobe between her teeth then licked the tender spot and whispered, “I’ll turn around. Maybe you’ll last longer without my breasts against you.” She turned around, put her palms flat on the boulder, and spread her legs. Then she cast a look over her shoulder at him, her hair tumbling over her face, leaving only one eye to look at him with the most seductive gaze Jack had ever seen. He put his hand flat on her lower back to quell the nervous tremors that ran through him.
“Savannah,” he whispered. He rested his head on her back and wrapped his hands around her belly, feeling her racing heart against his cheek. He cupped her breasts, and the feel of her milky skin in his hands and her bare ass against his hips was almost too much for him to take. He gently turned her to face him and put his cheek to hers. “You don’t need to do that,” he said. He didn’t care if she thought it made him less of a man. Truth mattered to Jack, always had, and Savannah’s hazel eyes mirrored that truth.
She sank down again and licked him, then took him in her mouth and sucked, stroking him with her hand until he had to pull her off for fear of exploding. He kicked her legs out with his; then he pushed gently into her tight warmth. Savannah curled her fingers against his shoulders with a loud inhalation.
“I’ll stop,” he offered. Tears pushed at his eyes—not because he thought he hurt her, but at the beauty of what he felt as his heart opened to her. It was a miracle that he felt anything other than anger or guilt—and this was so vastly opposite.
“Don’t,” she said with a heated stare. She grabbed his hip, urging him deeper.
He pushed deeper, and they both stifled cries as his hips met hers. Savannah used the boulder for support as she met each of his careful thrusts. Jack was base-deep and still he needed more of her. He reached around her thigh and touched her ass, slipping his finger into her, inciting another delicious moan from her as she lifted her knee against his hip, allowing him to penetrate her deeper.
“I need more of you,” she said, breathing hard and fast. She moved his free hand to her breast.
He lowered his mouth to her neck and tasted her saltiness, nipping at the delicate skin, then dragged his teeth along the ridge of her shoulder and settled his lips over the arc of the muscle, running his tongue in circles over her silky skin. The sensations of her hot wetness cocooning his throbbing erection, the tightness around his finger, and her full breast in his palm brought him up, up, up to the peak of an explosive orgasm that ripped through him and rocked him to his core. He gritted his teeth, grunting with each shuddering shock, feeling Savannah rise to her own release, engulfing him with fast, hard pulses of pleasure. She arched her neck back, shivering against him. The forest noises fell away, and all Jack could hear was their breaths coming fast and hard, and eventually, easing to a single sated rhythm.
