Page 18 of Cougar Chronicles

Holly widened her eyes. “How could you think that?”

“You don’t seem to want me like I want you.”

Holly touched his lips, swollen and wet from the kiss. This man was so beautiful “Wanting you isn’t the issue, Jack. It never was. How could any woman not want you?”

He kissed the tips of her fingers and then gripped her shoulders and pulled her against his body. His arousal poked into her belly.

“Feel that? That’s me wanting you, Holly. That’s me dyin’ to make love to you.”

“I—”

“Please. Please let me take you to bed tonight.”

Holly closed her eyes and buried her head in his hard shoulder. He didn’t know, but she had already made her decision. She would take him to bed.

Tomorrow she’d tell him goodbye.

Seven

She had the world’s sexiest nipples. Jack couldn’t get enough of Holly’s breasts—their full, round shape, their soft flesh, and especially those amazing rosy nipples that fit so well between his lips. They were smooth as satin beneath his fingers and tongue, and they tasted like sweet cream. He’d never known a woman’s nipples to have a flavor, but Holly’s did.

He couldn’t wait to get inside her hot body that gripped his cock like no other. He hadn’t had sex since the night they were together. Sure, he’d had the chance, but he hadn’t wanted to. Strange, but Holly had gotten under his skin that night, and when he’d stood before her art class, naked as the day he was born, both joy and anger had seized him—joy that he’d found her and anger that she hadn’t wanted him past that one night.

She was hiding something. That much was clear. At this particular moment, though, he didn’t much care what it was. He burned for her, and he was going to have her.

She writhed under him as he licked her nipples, sucked them, bit them. She liked her nipples bitten hard, his Holly, and he was happy to oblige. He trailed his fingers over her soft belly and entwined them through her dark thatch of curls. Nearly black, they were a few shades darker than her long mahogany hair. Why that turned him on, he couldn’t say, but he itched to inhale their muskiness, to sink his tongue into the moist folds they hid. He sifted through the curls to find her swollen clit and he rubbed it as he continued to tug on her nipple.

“God, Jack,” she moaned. “Please.”

He released the tight bud and smiled. “What, sugar?”

“It feels so good. Put your fingers in me, Jack. Please.”

Never one to deny a lady, he inserted two fingers into her hot, wet channel. She clamped around him like a vise, and he nearly lost his load right there. She was so tight. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her.

He glided in and out of her, enjoying the tight suction of her walls around his fingers. Twisting his hands, he massaged her G-spot and she arched upward. His forearm tensed as he added a third finger, stretching her willing flesh for his hard cock.

He couldn’t take much more, but first he needed to taste her. He unclamped his lips from her gorgeous nipple and let his tongue travel over the round flesh of her breast, down her silky belly, and through the pretty, dark curls.

He lapped at her folds, the honey and spice a pleasure to savor, as he continued to finger fuck her. She writhed and moaned, sweet symphony to his ears, and he closed his lips around her clit and sucked.

“Yes, Jack, yes!” she rasped, her voice low with desire.

Her walls spasmed, milking his fingers with their sweet contractions. When the convulsions slowed, he sucked her clit and made her come again, just for the sheer pleasure of hearing her moan his name.

“Jack.”

Not cowboy. Jack. How sweet the sound from her pink lips.

“Fuck me now, Jack,” she said, “please.”

Removing his fingers from her took effort, but knowing he’d replace them with his cock made it worthwhile. With haste, he found his jeans crumpled on the floor and withdrew a condom from the pocket. In seconds, he sheathed himself and returned to Holly’s bed.

He lay next to her and touched his lips to hers, slowly tracing them with his tongue. He loved to kiss a woman after he’d gone down on her. He had no idea why, but shoving his tongue coated with female musk into her mouth never failed to get him going. Of course, he was horny already, but when Holly opened for his kiss and he fed her a taste of her own juices, a spike of intense heat hit him low in the gut.

He caressed her smooth skin, trailing his fingers along her back to the soft curve of her bottom. She had a great ass, just plump enough. He squeezed a firm globe of flesh, and a rumble escaped low in his throat. He had to have her. Now.

Still cupping her backside, he glided on top of her and slid himself snugly between her welcoming thighs. He thrust inside, and the breathy sigh from Holly warmed his neck and made his skin prickle. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed immobile for a moment, letting himself sink into her tightness. His body was ablaze—hard, hot, and filled with lust—yet he needed this closeness, this chance to consume her completely, before he began pumping into her.

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