Page 24 of Teach Me
He unzipped her pants, then reached around to secure her to him once more. Pulling away from the wall, he moved unerringly across the dimness of a living room, hallway, bedroom. She didn’t pay attention to details; she was too busy burying her nose in the curve between his shoulder and neck. The scent of sweat and man and musk filled her lungs. His skin was tough, salty. When she instinctively bit down on his pulse point and sucked, Conlan stumbled to a stop, his grip on her hips digging deep. A harsh sound rumbled through his chest, morphing into rough words.
“Yes yes yes.”
It took a few moments to get them moving again, moments in which Jess did her best to torture her would-be lover. The hard throb of his erection against her belly and the agonized pace of his breathing were her reward.
And then they were walking into what must be a bathroom from the glimpse of tile she got. Conlan let go with one hand to touch a light switch, and dim fluorescents came to life. As he walked her toward a wide granite counter, Jess glanced around. The room was easily the size of her kitchen, with a garden tub that could fit four and a large glass-enclosed shower. She had a feeling she was going to see the inside of that shower—and Conlan covered in nothing but clear water droplets and soap suds. A hungry shiver ran along her spine.
“Conlan?” Heat rushed to her already warm cheeks.
The counter was hard beneath her, much harder than Conlan’s grip had been. He didn’t waste time with words now that his hands were free. He simply reached out, lifted her shirt over her head before she could utter a protest, then went for her bra. The lacy fabric surrendered to his demands and found itself on the floor next to her T-shirt. Jess found herself bare, exposed to a man for the very first time in her life.
Instinct demanded she cover herself, but as her hands lifted, Conlan growled, stopping her short.He wants to look at me.Her breath hitched at the realization. Carefully, holding that black, hungry gaze, she leaned back until her spine hit the cold mirror. Arching her back lifted her breasts for his touch and left her feeling like a naked feast on display. The way Conlan eyed her breasts, she had a feeling that’s what he saw too.
He leaned in, gaze wicked, breath hot. It hit her nipple, and the bud crinkled up tight. The instinct to push closer to his lips was uncontrollable. He wrapped them around the tip of her breast, the touch of his tongue scorching her naked skin. Jess jerked, a high whine of surprise and pleasure escaping. Holding her nipple in the light clasp of his teeth, Conlan sucked.
“God, Conlan!”
His hands went to her hips; hers went to his shoulders. Both strong grips anchored her in the moment. The hard pull at her breast was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. He almost seemed to draw her very essence from her body.
Just when she began to wonder if orgasm was possible from nothing more than his mouth on her breast—and her body screamed that it was—Conlan backed away. Jess clenched her hands into fists, needing him back at her breast, needing him to give her the satisfaction that seemed to wait mere seconds away. But Conlan resisted. His breath was so ragged he couldn’t speak.
“What is it?” she asked, almost as breathless as he was.
Conlan chuckled. “I’m— I need to breathe.”
She glanced down. There, peeking from the top of his shorts, she could see the barest tip of his penis, wet, almost purple with need. Maybe she hadn’t been the only one close, and from so little. She couldn’t help a tiny grin at the realization.
Ignoring his body’s demands, he grasped the waist of her open jeans. “Lift.” Gulping, Jess complied. Her pants and underwear joined her other clothes on the floor, along with her shoes. His big hands gripped the inside of her thighs. Jess’s muscles went rigid.
Conlan met her eyes, a hard glint of need clear as he stared at her. “Trust me,” he said, the two words low and heavy and rough as gravel. He licked his lips, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind that shone in the dimness like a spotlight. “You’ll love this.”
He bent toward her, his aim much lower than her lips or nipples, and Jess’s mouth went dry. She should tell him she’d never done this before, but then, did it really matter? Did anything matter but giving him what he wanted and being pleasured in return? Decision made, she forced her muscles to relax, her legs to open, and watched in awe as Conlan buried his nose against the top of her mound and breathed deep.
Firm, calloused hands pushed her legs farther apart, opening the center of her body to him. Giving him access. A smile of deep satisfaction on his face, Conlan tipped his chin up to meet her eyes, staring with searing intensity as he slid his hands up, up, up, until sure fingers settled on her outer labia and eased them apart. Cool air collided with the heat of her most private skin.
It was too much, too intimate. The connection to him was like a rush of fire through her veins, overwhelming, devastating. She closed her eyes and rolled her head against the mirror as her breath locked in her lungs.
At first the gentle prodding against her clit didn’t register, just tiny tingles of sensation that grew harder and more insistent. When firm lips clamped down and suction pulled her clit from underneath its hood, she wailed at the sharp spike of pleasure. The climb toward ecstasy that had begun with her breasts resurged, centered at the apex of her thighs, behind her eyelids, on and on and on, until finally, oh God, finally she exploded in his arms.
By the time awareness returned, Conlan was naked, and a pleased grin lit his face. He lifted her until her feet touched the floor, made sure she was steady, and drew her to the shower, where the water was already running. Her eyelids heavy, she watched as he stepped through the open door and under the spray, giving her the first good look at his nude body. It was like watching a Celtic god basking in the sun. She’d already seen the muscle that roped his arms and chest, but seeing it roll under his skin as he ran his fingers through his hair to wet it? Wow. The sprinkling of dark hair arrowing down his six-pack drew her eyes to a sexy-as-hell belly button she wanted desperately to nibble. The treasure trail didn’t end there, though; it swept down to a tangle of dark curls that encompassed his sex.
His very aroused sex.
His cock, thick and long, stood straight against his lower belly, playing tag with his navel. A thrill of feminine anxiety hit her. There was no way she could take him. He was too much—not just there, but everywhere. He overpowered her senses until she couldn’t breathe with wanting him, until taking that final step into the shower seemed like jumping off a cliff.
“Come here,” he said, and she realized he’d been watching her examine him. A flush swept up her neck to blaze in her cheeks. “Come to me, Jess.”
Embarrassed or not, she obeyed. Her bare skin met his, and it was…Oh yes.The feel of all that rough, masculine skin had her rubbing against him like a kitten. She was pretty sure she even purred—she couldn’t help herself.
Conlan pushed closer, his erection digging into the softness below her navel. His hands coasted up her arms, trailing water, to grip her shoulders. His mouth met hers, open and hungry. She groaned against his tongue.
It was all too much, more than she’d ever expected. He was hers—right here, right now, Conlan was hers.
She’d climaxed mere minutes before, but already her body screamed for more. Spreading her fingers to take in as much warm, wet flesh as possible, she dared to stroke down the crevice of his spine to the firm globes of his butt and palmed him. Conlan threw his head back, his pleasured growl aimed at the ceiling.
A tiny male nipple pebbled right in front of her. She leaned in and sucked.
“Jess!”
