A choked sound escaped him and she glanced up, seeing the tension straining his beautiful face, the hard clench of his jaw showing how much she pushed him. She went to him, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his firm lips.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered against her mouth.
“I’m trying to.” She smiled, loving that she had the power to do so.
She kissed him again, his lips softening beneath hers, opening. Their tongues tangled, their breaths caught, and she climbed on top of him, her mouth never leaving his. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, her breasts pressing against the hard wall of his chest, and she squirmed out of his grip.
“Where you going?” he whispered when she broke the kiss.
“Don’t worry about that,” she said with a sly smile. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Nuzzling his neck, she inhaled him, loving his intoxicating scent. He loosened his hold on her as if he sensed what she was about to do. Still smiling, she slid down, her mouth busy licking, nibbling, tasting him everywhere. His shoulder, his collarbone, his pectoral muscles. She licked his nipples, teasing the hard little points.
All the while she could feel him, his erection brushing against her belly. She went wet and loose between her legs, settling her mouth against his hard, flat stomach. Pressing her hands against his thighs, she pushed them apart, nervous anticipation fluttering in her belly at what she was about to do.
She’d never truly craved the taste of a man’s cock until…this one. Oh, God, she wanted to taste him so badly, wanted to watch him lose all control as she sucked him off. Wanted to hear that agonized groan when he completely lost it, those long fingers tightening in her hair while she milked him with her mouth…
Moving so she kneeled in between his powerful legs, she gripped the base of his erection with gentle fingers, stroking the length of him once. Twice. His entire body tensed, a shuddery moan escaping him when she bent her head and darted out her tongue to lick the tip, sending an answering clench of need within her body.
A ragged, wholly masculine sound erupted when she took him completely in her mouth. She sucked him deep, her lips tight, her tongue working as she tasted him completely. He hissed out a breath as he reached for her and tangled his long fingers in her hair, pushing away the stray strands that had fallen into her face so he could watch.
Sheridan lifted her lids, her gaze meeting his. His eyes were dark, full of smoldering, hot need as she withdrew from him, licking her lips, savoring his taste.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he murmured, his fingers gentle as they slid through her hair.
She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm, eating up the way he touched her, looked at her. It was what she’d wanted since that morning against the wall. More touching, more closeness, more Jared.
“You like it,” she whispered before she took him back into her mouth, sliding up and down his length before sucking just the head of his erection between her lips. He lifted his hips, seeking more of her mouth and she gave it to him. Gave him everything she had, loving the little groans and agonized whispers that escaped him. Loved how tightly he pulled on her hair, as if he couldn’t control himself.
She stroked him with her fingers, licked him with her tongue, trying her damnedest to make him lose complete and utter control…
“No. No, no, no.” His rough command made her lift her head away from him and next thing she knew, big hands were gripping her by her shoulders, hauling her so she was pushed onto her back on the mattress, a very big, very gorgeous male specimen hovering above her. “I’m not going to come like that.”
Omigod. He was such a complete control freak; he drove her nuts. “So now you’re depriving me?”
He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Lifting his lids, his brilliant blue gaze met hers as he slowly thrust himself against her aching wet sex. “I’m trying to tell you I want to come inside your body, not in your mouth.”
Oh. Oh. Well, if he wanted that…
She wasn’t about to stop him.
…
He’d climbed out of bed, leaving a very sexy, trembling woman tangled in the sheets while he went in search of a condom. Luckily enough, they’d provided them in the mini-bar.
Jared grabbed the small box and tore into it with vigor, sprinkling the foil packages on the bedside table. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sheridan sit up and tear off her shirt, exposing the fact that she wore no bra, and her glorious breasts were on display for his eyes only.
And holy shit, what a sight. He’d wanted to be the one who tore off her shirt, but hell, he wasn’t going to complain.
Without thought, he went to her, attacking her, really. Pouncing on top of her, he touched her everywhere, pulling her shorts off with impatient fingers, groaning when he discovered she was bare beneath them. His mouth wandered down the length of her soft, sweet-smelling body until he was at her chest. Those pretty pink nipples were hard, taunting him, and he swiped his tongue first across one, then the other, smiling when she arched against him with a whimper.
She was so responsive, so beautiful. He wanted her, all of her, and this time he wasn’t going to stop himself. This time, he needed her too much to worry about a stupid fucking clause.
They were just words written on a piece of paper. And he was tired of letting those words rule his life. He’d grown to trust her despite his earlier trepidation. It was difficult to think abo
ut what it would be like not having Sheridan around.
He reared up, then devoured her mouth with his own, cupping her breasts in the palms of his hands, leaving them both panting when he finally broke the kiss. “Jared,” she whispered, her sneaky hands moving between them, grabbing his cock, trying to guide him where she wanted him most. “Please.”