“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Her usual shyness had vanished. “Can I taste you everywhere, too?” The shyness and hesitation had vanished because this was Remy, and everything was different with him.
“Fucking hell,yes.”
She smiled. “Good. Because I’ve never done that before, and I really want to try it with you.”
“Sonofa—”They were at the top of the stairs. He lunged for the bedroom. Kept a tight grip on her as he thundered toward the bed. He didn’t drop her onto the bed. They both sort of tumbled down together, and when she blinked, he had her pinned beneath his much bigger body. His mouth took hers in a devouring kiss. Powerful. Possessive. Her legs still twined around his hips, and she arched against the long bulge of his cock. His clothes were in the way. They needed to go. So did his—
“Gun,” Jacqueline gasped as she pulled her mouth from his. “You have to get rid of the gun! I don’t want it going off while we’re—you know.” Her breath panted.
He heaved up on his arms. Stared down at her with his dark eyes. “Baby, don’t worry about anything going off prematurely.”
Oh. She licked her lower lip.
“I’ll handle the gun. You get rid of your clothes.”
Okay. Fair. Fine. Doable.
He slid off her. Stepped away from the bed. Stripped off his jacket, then the holster. He put the gun on the dresser and hauled his shirt over his head.
Jacqueline feared she might be doing a wee bit of drooling. His chest was the stuff of dreams. Like, exceedingly hot dreams about men with perfect pecs and abs that went on for days. His long, lean fingers went to the top of his waistband even as he kicked off his shoes.
Jacqueline jumped up and crouched in the middle of the bed—her knees digging into the mattress—so she could have a better view.
But he hesitated. “Weren’t you supposed to be doing something, too?”
Something. Yes, right. Something new to try. Jacqueline bounded out of the bed. Rushed toward him. Her hand went to the button of his jeans, and she opened them. Carefully pulled down the zipper. Her fingers were shaking but she got the job done.
His cock spilled into her fingers. Thick and hard andwarm.
“Notwhat I meant,” he rasped. “But, sweetness, you do you. Go for it.”
She was. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me.”
“Yeah, sure, that will happen.Never.”
Her knees hit the carpet. Just seemed like a better position. The move put her right in front of him. She still carefully held his cock, and her head moved toward him. “First time,” she whispered.
“Fuck.”Almost savage.
Her lips feathered over him. Licked the tip. Hesitant, but, she liked it, liked his taste, so she did it again.
“Fuck.”Even rougher.
Jacqueline opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. She sucked lightly and swirled her tongue over him.
If possible, his cock seemed to get even harder in her mouth. So she took a little more of him. Her head bobbed toward him, and she was sure that her rhythm was terrible, but she didn’t care because she was getting more and more turned on as she took and tasted and—
“No more.”
She’d done it wrong. Horror filled her as she let him go and fell back onto her ass. Jacqueline blinked and swallowed. “I am—”
His hands fisted and released at his sides. “Good thing the clothes aren’t valuable because I am totally ripping them off you.”
He was?
Remy reached for her. Lifted her up. Pretty much ripped her top off.
He was.