Deciding to go for it, she stretched out on top of him, her breasts nestled against his shoulder blades, her face close to his. She pressed a kiss to his nape, his silky hair brushing against her cheeks as she inhaled his spicy, masculine scent. She could lay like this all night.
“You feel good,” he murmured.
“Am I too heavy?”
He chuckled. “You weigh nothing.”
Not true but he was so damn big, he probably didn’t notice. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Better.”
“I’m glad I could help you. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there for you.” She was hinting she wanted to be there for him all the time.
But would he realize it?
“Thanks, baby,” he murmured, his voice sleepy.
Neither of them moved, nor did they talk. If they continued like that, he would fall asleep and then she’d never work up the courage to do what she really wanted.
And she wasn’t about to maul a man while he slept.
Now or never, she told herself as she nuzzled her face against hi
s neck, pressing a kiss there. He shivered as she shifted down the length of him, blazing a trail with her lips across his gloriously smooth skin. Slipping further…further…she felt him tremble beneath her lips, which filled her with urgent, overwhelming need.
For him.
“Sheridan,” he whispered when she came to the waistband of his boxer briefs. She curled her fingers around the cotton and tugged, her eyes going wide when she caught sight of his bare butt.
And what a mighty fine butt it was.
“Are you stripping me?” He sounded amused. And…aroused.
“Do you mind?” She pulled the soft cotton down hard thighs, pleased when he kicked them off the rest of the way. Releasing a shuddering breath, she nibbled on her lower lip, hoping against hope he wouldn’t complain.
“Baby, whatever you want to do to me while I’m naked, I’m not going to protest.”
Relief swept through her. She had the Mighty Quinn naked and at her mercy. She was going to make the most of it.
“Then roll over,” she murmured.
Propping himself on his elbows, he turned to look at her. “What?”
“Roll over.” She twirled her finger. “I want you on your back.”
Both brows rose. “And what do you plan on doing to me while I’m on my back?”
“Do I really have to spell it out?” This wasn’t about Harvey asking her to service her husband. Jared needed some TLC. And she wanted to be the one who would give it to him. He was always so busy worrying about everyone else. It was time for him to be selfish for once.
Turning away from her, he dipped his head, seemingly staring at the mattress. “I’m trying to keep myself under control here.”
“I don’t want you under control.” Leaning over him, she touched his shoulder, noticing he was already tense again. “I don’t want you to hold back with me tonight.” Ever. “Flip over, Jared,” she murmured close to his ear.
He did as she asked, his expression almost defiant, his erection huge. Her mouth went dry at the sight and she swallowed hard. All this male beauty spread out before her was overwhelming. She didn’t know where to start.
Well. She figured she knew where he’d like her to start. But she wanted to draw this out, not go straight for the main course.
Unable to stop herself, she touched him. Drifted her fingers across his chest, his pecs, through the hair that grew there. Across his ribs, his muscles that flinched beneath her touch, along his stomach, lightly tracing a circle around his navel, her index finger trailing the golden hair that led to the glory spot.