That broken plea, combined with her molten kiss, was enough to push the last of his restraint over the edge. He’d intended to go slowly, to let her set the pace, but he hadn’t counted on the intensity of his need for her. Heat spiraled downward through his midsection as he felt his control stretch thin.
“You drive me crazy, you know,” he muttered against her lips. “That night that you waited for me in this room...I didn’t want to stop, but you were so young. Afterwards, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, imagining how you would taste....”
He slanted his mouth across hers, deepening the kiss, wanting to consume her, to eat her alive. She arched against him, sliding her hands up over his shoulders to pull him closer.
He needed to be closer, too, with nothing separating them. He wanted to feel her skin against his, to absorb her heat. He pushed her robe down the length of her arms, wanting it gone completely. She helped him by pulling her arms free, and then she was completely naked but for the miniscule scrap of white silk at her crotch.
He almost stopped breathing.
Then he filled his hands with her breasts, admiring how full and firm they were and how her nipples ripened beneath his fingers.
“Oh, God,” she panted, shifting restlessly against him. “You have to touch me or, I swear, I’m just going to die.”
“But I am touching you,” he rasped, smiling against her neck.
“No, I mean—you have to touch me...there.”
Her plea was desperate, and lust jackknifed through Jason. With a low groan, he claimed her mouth while at the same time he glided his hand down over the silken skin of her abdomen until he encountered the edge of her panties.
Caroline made an incoherent sound and covered his hand with her own, pushing it downward. Requiring no further invitation, Jason cupped her through the thin layer of silk. She was sweltering, and the fabric was damp with her desire. He could feel the contours of her folds through the insubstantial barrier, but it wasn’t enough.
Pulling away from her, he reared up on his knees and positioned himself between her legs. Caroline watched him through half-closed eyes as he drew her panties down over her hips. She helped him by drawing her legs up and kicking the filmy material free. And then, there she was, completely exposed to his gaze.
Jason thought he’d never seen anything as erotic or beautiful as the sight of Caroline Banks, spread naked across his bed with her knees bent. She stole his breath. Her feminine folds enticed him from beneath a narrow strip of curls.
“Oh, man,” he groaned. “You are so incredibly, amazingly perfect.” He cupped her with one hand. Her skin was like hot silk. When he parted her and slid a finger along her slick cleft, she cried out and arched against his hand.
“I need you,” she said, “inside me.”
He grew even harder at her words. “Soon, baby,” he promised. “There’s just something I have to do first.”
Pushing himself backward, he knelt on the floor by the edge of the bed and slid his hands beneath her buttocks. He devoured the sight of her, pink and plump and glistening with arousal, before trailing kisses along her inner thigh. She trembled beneath his touch. When he reached her core, he breathed in her scent and then pressed a kiss directly to her center. She bucked and cried out, and her hands clutched his head.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he ground out, skating his lips along her inner thigh. “And I love how good you smell.”
Jason was in heaven. Sweet, delicious heaven. He pushed her knees back as he laved her with his tongue. She made quiet noises of intense pleasure and speared her fingers through his hair. Her breath came faster and she pressed one hand against her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making. When he concentrated his efforts on the tiny bud of her clitoris and eased one finger inside her, she bowed off the mattress and her whole body tautened. Her mouth opened on a silent cry as she convulsed beneath him.