He ran his hands behind her, feeling the edge of the material high up on her bare curves. She was thin, with graceful lines he wanted to trace with his fingers and tongue. Her skin was creamy, flushed with desire.
He reached up to her hair, searching for the lynchpin that held it in place. Finding the comb, he extracted it, watching her hair fall just past her shoulders. He put his hands in it, savoring its silky texture. He wished he could take a picture of her like this, purely for his own enjoyment. “I will always remember this moment,” he said softly, memorizing every line of her body, the expression on her face. “For the rest of my life, this will remain one of the best moments of my life.”
“In that case, we should make it really memorable,” she said.
“I don’t think it’s possible for it to be better than this.” He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her.
“We’ll see about that.” And then she lowered to her knees, her hands on his belt.
Thirteen
Rachel was conscious of the rough nap of the carpet under her knees as she reached for the flap on Jamie’s belt. From where she knelt in front of him, she could see EVERYTHING. And by EVERYTHING, she meant his private parts.
His very impressive private parts.
She tugged on the end of his belt, pulling it loose. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She’d never been this bold—she and Kevin had only ever had sex in the cover of dark. She could count on one finger the number of times they’d given each other oral pleasure—it’d been a disaster. But Jamie was different.
“Rachel.” His hands, still in her hair, tightened.
She looked up at him. “I really want to,” she said, meaning it. It was a new freedom she wanted to explore. Before he could answer—before she lost her nerve—she undid his pants and lowered the zipper. The outline of his parts was starkly evident as hard as he was. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged them down to bare him.
Unclothed, Jamie was even more impressive. Thick and long, it hugged his taut belly. It was darker than she expected, flushed with desire.
For her.
And wasn’tthata heady thing? She ran her fingers over the silky round head and down the veins on the shaft.
He made a sound, arching his hips forward as if asking for more. A drop of wetness appeared at the tip, glistening in the light of the living room.
Without thought, she leaned forward and licked it. Then, because she liked the way he tasted and how he groaned, she did it again.
“Rachel,” he said, his hands tightening in her hair.
The raw need in his voice caused an answering pulse to throb between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, tugging his pants and underwear farther down so she could have more access to explore him.
He let go of her to unbutton his shirt. Placing kisses all over him, from his thighs and belly and everything in between, she watched him bare his torso, pushing the shirt open so he had an unobstructed view of her.
Then he returned his hands to her head, holding her gently. “I like this.”
“Me too.” She licked the tip, humming when it jerked toward her.
“I’m going to come if you keep this up,” he warned.
The subtle way he began to thrust his hips told her how much he wanted to. “Good,” she said, taking him into her mouth.
“Rachel,” he moaned, his head falling back.
Then his hands were under her arms and he was hauling her to her feet. Pulling his pants up, he lifted her into his arms, like she was a princess, and walked her to the bedroom, his open belt clacking with each step.
She barely noticed how big the bed was before he lowered them both to it, his mouth ravishing hers.
Then he sat up on his heels, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties. “My turn,” he said, drawing them down enough to just barely reveal her. He spread her with his thumbs and licked.
She arched off the bed, it was so electric. Her hands went to his head, holding him against her.
“Good,” he murmured against her as he ran his tongue between her folds.
She’d always been vaguely embarrassed when a man had done this in the past. Now all she wanted was for this to never end. “If you stop, I’ll die.”