“And you are not interested in me that way?”
“I definitely wouldn’t say that.” Jericho reached out and touched her creamy cheek, thinking it could not possibly be as soft as it looked. He was wrong; it was like touching a piece of Heaven.
He knew this was a terrible idea, tried to draw back, but it was as if an irresistible force drew him toward her. He had never felt this way before, and that in itself made his stomach clench in fear.
Determined, he tried to force himself away from her, and he would have succeeded if he hadn’t looked into her eyes.
He knew what that look meant—she wanted him—and it had been a long time since he’d had a woman underneath him. He swore to himself she wouldn’t be any different than any other woman he had taken to his bed. Besides, as long as she played by his rules, there was no reason they could not have an enjoyable time together. His reasoning took away the last of his restraint.
Cara sat still as Jericho slowly reached out and traced her lips with a gentle finger. His touch made her stomach clench with a new feeling. When his lips replaced his finger, she enjoyed the sensation of his firm lips against hers. She was surprised at the gentleness he showed as he pulled her into his body at the same time as his tongue parted her lips, showing her what a real kiss was, compared to ones she had only been able to imagine.
Her mother had been overly strict, and with a Saint for a father, she’d had no opportunity to have a sexual relationship.
Jericho took control. It was as if he knew her inexperience and took his time building her desire. .
When Jericho felt her body soften, and she began to timidly return his kisses, he let his lips trail down her neck. He showed her how her body could shake in need when he reached her breasts. She hadn’t even known he’d opened the buttons until he pulled the cups of her bra down and took her nipple into his mouth. There was not a hesitant bone in Jericho’s body.
Cara let out a small scream at the unbelievable pleasure. She felt herself getting wet between her thighs, so she clenched them together, trying to regain her shattering control.
Jericho slid his hand down her taut stomach, and when he went to unbutton her blue jeans, Cara reached out to stop him, shy that he would find how wet she was for him.
He moved his mouth away from her nipple to return to her mouth, his tongue thrusting deep at the same time his hand slid inside her jeans, finding the wetness she had tried to control.
Her embarrassment slid away as his fingers began moving within her folds of silky flesh, coaxing her to move urgently against his hand.
The heat building within her flew out of control. Cara’s breath caught as her body tightened in a spasm that relieved the pressure he had built carefully within her inexperienced body.
“What happened?” she whispered in utter bliss.
“You came.”
“Oh. Is there more?”
The pleasure was so brief, not nearly long enough. Pleasure like that should last forever, not seconds. No wonder the goddesses were always chasing after the gods. They were searching for the same feelings and desires Jericho had just given her.
“Yes, if you want me to.”
“Show me.”
“Are you sure?”
Cara nodded her head eagerly.
He removed her clothes, and when she was naked, he pushed her back until she was lying on the couch. His lips once again covered her nipple as his hand slid up her thigh, moving it until she was spread open to him. He then traveled down her stomach slowly as he placed gentle kisses along his path.
As he nuzzled the curling hair between her thighs, she attempted to twist away, but his hands tightened on her small waist, holding her still as he found her wetness. His tongue discovered every slick fold and hidden crevice, making her burn even hotter, while her hands gripped the material of the couch to prevent herself from burying them in his hair to pull him closer. Jericho pulled and tugged at her with his tongue, creating suction with his lips that had her butt lifting off the couch, grinding herself against his tormenting mouth.
When his finger slid inside her, her inner muscles clenched, forcing him to withdraw and lubricate his fingers with her slippery moisture before once again sliding inside of her, easing through the tight sheath purposefully. With every twitch of her hips, his finger slid deeper until he withdrew it once again, only to replace it with two fingers. Once he was able to easily slide his fingers within her, he sat back on the couch. The cold air cooled her heated flesh, bringing a moment of clear-headedness.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She had drunk several beers, and her first orgasm had swept her away. He wanted no recriminations thrown his way later.
Cara looked at Jericho. She knew he was giving her a chance to change her mind, yet Cara also knew she wouldn’t. The color of his soul seemed to mock her decision, but she wanted him. Her body even now craved for his touch to return.
“Yes.” Her voice was firm.
“Then come here.” Jericho stood.
Cara thought he would take her into his bedroom. Instead, he unsnapped his jeans and removed them. Next, he pulled his shirt over his head before sitting back down on the couch. Then he pulled her until she was sitting astride him.