Page 41 of The House on Blueberry Lane

“Humm?”

“I—I...”

“You what, sweetheart?”

“I won’t be able to last.”

He smiled. She’d always said that like there was a limit with the time he spent on any part of her body. “Yes, you will. I’ll make sure you do.”

Not to torture her too much, he placed her legs on his shoulders to ease off her leggings and, just as he thought, she wasn’t wearing undies. The moment her womanly core was exposed, his shaft hardened even more at the thought of pumping hard inside her. Refusing to let those thoughts distract him, he quickly whipped her top over her head. Just that quick, she was completely naked.

He focused on her breasts. Those two luscious mounds he enjoyed licking so much; he recalled a couple of nights he’d dozed off with her nipple in his mouth. He licked his lips just looking at them and, as if they knew what they were in for, the nipples appeared to harden even more, right before his eyes. He met her gaze, knowing she knew what he wanted. And just like she’d done many times in the past, she lifted one up and offered it to him.

Lowering her legs from his shoulders, he moved toward her and took what she offered.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JAYE HAD EASED her nipple into his mouth, and before he could get in more than a few hard sucks, an orgasm ripped through her and she nearly bucked off the bed.

Velvet was convinced she was losing her mind when suddenly her world began spinning again and a throb pulsed anew between her legs. Was this happening because she hadn’t had sex for two years? Deep down, she knew it had nothing to do with her lack of getting laid, and everything to do with the man staring down at her. And when his gaze roamed down her body, she knew his intent.

“Your scent is calling my name, Velvet. I have to taste you.”

His voice was deep, rich and sensual. She knew Jaye Colfax’s tongue well, and knew what all it could do. He slid off the bed and pulled her close to its edge. Lordy, this man who claimed he was just as sex-craved as she was, intended to make a feast of her.

As if he’d read her thoughts, he said, “This is what going without the only woman you want for two years will do to you.”

Velvet was tempted to ask him why he hadn’t moved on, then decided not to bother. It really didn’t matter because he was letting her know his need and desire for her was just as intense as hers for him. She watched as he went to his knees in front of her spread legs. He didn’t say anything as he stared at her womanly folds. It was as if he was drinking in the sight of her while thinking about all he intended to do to her.

Her inner muscles began quivering and she could feel her sex clench in anticipation, waiting for his next move. Then he looked at her and said, “I’m going to give you as many orgasms as possible while getting my fill. Okay?”

All she could do was lay there with her legs spread open in front of him and nod.

When he lifted her legs to his shoulders again, the chemistry flowing between them became primal, raw and elemental. Their gazes held, transfixed for the longest time until, finally, he widened her legs a little more. Licking his lips, he said in a deep, guttural voice, “If only you knew how much I miss tasting you, Velvet. Loving you this way.”

“Show me,” she said, barely breathing out the words.

“I intend to.” And then he lowered his head between her legs.

THE MOMENT JAYE’S tongue had its first taste of Velvet, after going without for two years, he was convinced this, like every other part of her, belonged to him. He loved her taste and he loved her. How on earth could he have thought that he hadn’t?

Her moans made all kinds of sensations nearly overwhelm him. He’d missed the sound of her getting pleasure as much as he’d missed giving it to her. He’d never been sure what it was about her that made his need to taste her like this so intense. What it was that could fill him with so many emotions. He stroked her with his tongue and sucked her clit. When he pressed his tongue deeper inside her, he wanted to clamp his mouth down on her, lock in and taste her forever.

She screamed and her thighs began trembling, but he didn’t let up. Like he’d told her, he intended for his tongue to stay inside her until he’d gotten his fill.

After she experienced another orgasm, he finally pulled back and looked at her. He smiled at the thought of just how satisfied she appeared, lying there spread out before him.

“God, you’re beautiful, Vel,” he whispered and meant it. Even down to the polished fingertips that were gripping the bedspread. He had pushed her over the edge a number of times already, and he’d barely just begun.

At that moment, he felt a closeness to her that their two years of separation couldn’t diminish. He was connected to her in a way he knew he’d never be to any other woman. He hadn’t meant to fall in love with her, but he had. Now he had to prove to her the depth of that love.

“Now for the icing on the cake,” he said, scooting her body to the center of the bed. His eyes roamed over her as he said, “Like I told you, I haven’t been with a woman since you, Velvet. I’ll put on a condom if you want me to.”

She shook her head. “There’s no need, Jaye. I still get injections. Besides, I want the feel of you exploding inside of me.”

Her words made him want her even more. She was the only woman he’d ever shared his essence with and intended for her to be the only woman that he ever would. “Then I won’t use a condom.”

Moments later when his body was positioned over hers, she unclutched the bedspread and gently caressed his back and shoulders a few times before reaching up to cup his face in her hands. “You do things to me, Jaye,” she said in a low voice.

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