Laughing, she continued the torture until he was on the verge of begging for relief.
When she tugged on the button to his jeans, he held back a whimper. He helped with the zipper and lifted his hips so she could pull his pants and boxers down. Then her hand wrapped around his cock as her lips brushed against the head.
“Cindy, stop,” he said, his tone full of warning.
She didn’t stop. Rather, she slid his cock inside her mouth and lashed it with her tongue.
He came so hard, he saw stars and comets and a few random asteroids behind his tightly closed eyes.
“There.” She ran her tongue over the length of him. “All better now.”
Jace was trying to remember how to form words.
“Are you okay down there?”
“Mmm.” He settled her on top of him, loving the feel of her breasts pressed to his chest. “So good. You wiped me out.”
“I bet I can wake you up again.”
“I have no doubt that you can.” With his hands on her face, he studied her for a moment before he kissed her. “You’re the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. I hope you know that.”
“Likewise.”
“Nice how that works out, huh?”
She nodded and smiled as she kissed him.
Jace surprised her when he suddenly turned them over and got busy returning the favor she’d granted him. He kissed her everywhere, removing the last of her clothing and spreading her out before him as he ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh.
She raised her hips in invitation, which he happily accepted, burying his tongue inside her and teasing her until she was panting. He pushed his fingers into her heat and ran his tongue over her clit, making her explode in a screaming release. Moving quickly, he changed positions and pressed his cock into her, riding the last waves of her orgasm.
He grasped her hips as he moved carefully, giving her time to adjust as he went. “Is this okay?”
“Mmm, yes.” She arched into him as her fingers dug into his back muscles.
It was a good thing she’d taken the edge off, or this would’ve been over the minute his flesh connected with hers. During the long years of his incarceration, he’d survived by not thinking too much about the things he was missing. He’d stayed focused on working out and learning a trade and turning his life around.
This was the payoff for all that hard work. Cindy was the payoff, and as he lost himself in her, he felt almost reborn into a whole new life free of his painful past. The trauma of his brother’s death and the price he’d paid would always be part of him, but maybe it didn’t have to define him.
No, he was beginning to think that this gorgeous woman might define him.
Cindy slept like a dead woman.She woke facedown, sun streaming in the window and the smell of coffee filling the air. When she stirred, her body objected, muscles she hadn’t used in a while reminding her of a wild, almost-sleepless night.
How was he functioning after being up most of the night?
She turned on her side, moaning.
The bed dipped, and she opened one eye to find him there.
“Is someone not a morning person?”
“I’m a morning person when I actually sleep.”
His low rumble of laughter made her smile, which had her realizing her lips were sore. “You don’t drink coffee, right?”
“Normally, no, but today is not normal.” Grasping the sheet to her chest, she used her other arm to sit up and took the mug from him. She hadn’t had coffee in years and hoped a few sips wouldn’t ruin her day. Today, they were apt to save her day.
“Are you okay?”