He withdrew from her without a word and reached for a condom, their gazes meeting. Tearing open the packet, he sheathed himself, his eyes never leaving her. All he saw was a beautiful, naked woman and his brain short-circuited. Could focus on nothing else but getting inside her…
Now.
She laid back on the mattress and spread her legs, giving him a most superior view of everything she had to offer. He reached for her, and traced her with his index finger, slipping into all that slick goodness to push inside her. Tilting her head back, she moaned, her sex clenching around his finger, and he knew she was ready.
Thank Christ, because he felt like he’d been born ready. Only for her.
Gripping the base of his cock, he positioned himself, teasing her as he dragged his erection through her folds. A little cry escaping her, her eyes popped open, golden and glowing up at him, full of lust and want. “So mean,” she murmured with a little smile.
“Don’t like the tease?” He pushed inside, just a little, fascinated with the view. Nearly blowing his head off at that first hot blast of sensation when her body enveloped his. Maybe he didn’t like the tease either. He was about to lose it with the tease if he didn’t watch it.
“I really like the tease,” she whispered, her eyes narrow as she watched him watch them join together. “But I want you inside me,” she murmured, her voice a sexy little purr.
Well. He would certainly oblige the lady. He slid all the way inside her, nice and slow, everything within him clamoring for more when he settled himself deep. She wound her legs around his hips, sending him deeper and he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to hers as he gathered her in his arms and held her close.
He savored the connection, the rise and fall of her body as she breathed, moving against him. Her shuddering exhalations brushed his ear, her small, delicate hands slid down his back, pressed against his ass to somehow sink him further inside her, and he groaned.
Damn it, he liked this woman. Had grown to care about her. He liked having her in his life, spending time with her. No one had ever taken care of him like Sheridan. He didn’t do relationships. His mother hadn’t been around and though his father had made Jared the central focus in his life, it was nothing like what Sheridan did for him. He wanted her around for the long haul.
“So fucking good,” he murmured, not sure how long he’d be able to stand it, prolonging his pleasure. Hers. “God, Sheridan…”
He didn’t know what else to say. Had become lost to sensation, the way her slender legs moved against his hips, the hot, wet depths of her body cradling his cock. With a strength he didn’t realize he had, he propped himself on his hands and withdrew slowly, almost all the way out before he plunged forward again.
All the while watching their bodies as they connected, the slip and slide of him within her a fascinating view. Hot as fuck.
She whispered his name, her sighs and moans fucking with his head, making him want to move faster, stride toward his orgasm that much quicker. But he withheld the urge, needing to take his time. “Touch yourself, baby,” he urged, his voice hoarse. “Show me how you like it.”
Her eyes flashed open, a little unfocused, and she frowned up at him. “What?”
“I want to see what gets you off while I fuck you,” he murmured, loving how heated her gaze got when he said that.
“You’re getting me off while you fuck me,” she whispered, settling her hand over her mound. “I don’t normally touch myself for an audience.” Her voice hitched when she brushed a finger against her clit.
“There’s a first time for everything, right?” And he liked that he was her first time for this. Liked more that he was making her uninhibited. She’d been a little uptight about the dirty talk, so whatever he could contribute in giving Sheridan her sexual freedom, hey. Bring it on.
And that she trusted him enough to do this meant more than he cared to admit.
Nodding, she closed her eyes and touched herself, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her delicate brows bunched in concentration. He increased his movements, pumping inside her with a steady rhythm, entranced with her. Her fingers brushed against the base of his cock, sending a shock wave through him he felt to his very soul.
“Faster,” she urged. “Please, Jared.”
He followed her command, his orgasm already barreling down on him. Reaching between them, he touched her, his fingers sliding over hers, pushing them away so he could play with her swollen clit. He increased his pace, wanting to take her there. Wanting to feel her body tighten and shudder with her release. Needing to hear her call out his name.
She came first, her inner walls clenching and releasing around him as he pumped inside her. She shouted his name, clinging to him, and all the while, he continued to rub her clit, pounding deep inside her, searching for his own orgasm until it washed through him and sent him straight over the edge.
And into blissful, delicious oblivion.
Chapter Thirteen
There is nothing better than waking up with a large, warm man wrapped around you, Sheridan thought as her eyes slowly blinked open. Two weeks. They’d been boinking like bunnies for two weeks. Glancing down, she saw Jared’s thick forearm just beneath her breasts, plumping them up. Her nipples were hard, the blankets having fallen to their waists, and a shiver moved through her. Not from the cold, but from the man.
He shifted against her, his erection nudging her backside, his hand coming up to cup her breast. “Mornin’,” he rumbled, kissing her earlobe.
“Mmm.” She squirmed in his embrace, knowing it would get a reaction out of him. Which it did, since he thrust against her, nice and slow, showing her just how much he appreciated finding her in his bed every morning.
And they didn’t seem sick of each other yet. Not that they had a choice, what with that pesky marriage thing they had going on, but still. They could’ve found a way to avoid each other. They’d done so before.
But they kept it a secret, their sexual adventures. They had to. Or at least, Jared thought they had to. The guilt she felt over that was enormous, but not enough for her to stop going after what she wanted. Needed.