Was that what she wanted?
Her head tilted back as his lips moved down her neck, rough velvet, stroking pleasure through every nerve ending, yet it wasn't enough.
It was his lips only. No stroke of his tongue, no kiss from his lips. And she wanted it, so desperately.
She was terrified of the mating heat, yet she was just as terrified of never knowing it.
She was terrified, period. Her life was raging out of control in so many ways, and yet in others, it seemed to be exactly where it should be. She was where she should be. Here in Jonas's arms.
And she knew something was missing: his kiss. The feel of his lips moving over hers, his tongue stroking against hers.
His lips were at her breasts, stroking over the flesh, rubbing against her nipple. She arched closer, trying to push her nipple between his lips. She wanted it t
here, ached to feel it there.
"Jonas." She whispered his name, knowing he was nowhere close to losing his remarkable control.
Should she break it? Could she break it?
She stared down at his dark head, dazed, nearly ready to beg for more.
"Do you think this is enough?" she whispered as his head lifted.
"No, it's never enough." His lips rubbed against her nipple again.
God, it was incredible, just that much.
His hand flattened against her stomach, his fingers edging down, lower, pushing into the curls between her thighs as Rachel felt her juices spilling from her pussy.
She was beginning to lose the train of thought, the determination to make him lose control. Probably because his fingers were working around her clit, stroking her into insanity.
"I want more." Her hands moved from his chest to his abdomen, to the low band of the sweatpants he wore.
She wanted them off. She wanted to feel every inch of his body bare against her. She wanted the feel of his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her, inside her.
First. Oh God, first she wanted the feel of it in her hands, against her lips.
Could she do it?
She'd never done it before because she'd been too embarrassed. Because she'd never understood why she would want to--until now. Now she knew why she wanted to do it. She wanted to make him feel so good. She wanted to hear him growl, snarl. She wanted to know what it would take to make him purr.
The elastic band slipped down his thighs, over the heavy flesh of the shaft as Jonas jerked, groaned and pulled her against him.
His hands were locked on her hips, his head thrown back as he lifted her to him, his cock pressed tight and hard against the mound of her pussy as she heard that hard rumble in his chest once again.
She felt her feet leave the floor and a second later he was laying her back on the bed, coming over her, his lips drawn back in a grimace of hunger.
Incisors flashed, strong and sharp at the sides of his mouth.
She felt his knee press between hers, parting her thighs, moving over her.
"This isn't fair." Weak, shaking, her hands pressed against his chest as he came over her.
She wanted to pleasure him, needed to take him.
"What isn't fair? I'll make it fair. I promise, whatever it takes to make it fair, just sweet God, let me feel you."
"Let me feel you first." She pushed at his shoulders.