Page 64 of My Song for You
He stood up, a satisfied smirk on his face. I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and yanked him back toward me. He lips met mine again.
While he kissed me senseless, I inched his T-shirt up his hard abs and chest. Although Jared had never been into team sports growing up, other than tossing the ball around with his buddies, he had definitely been busy when it came to keeping in shape. With my lips against his, I couldn’t tell how many packs he had on that stomach of his, but it was definitely up there in number.
“You’ve been working out?” I managed to say, my breath ragged.
“It’s great for relieving stress,” he murmured.
“So is sex.”
“I know, but I tend to avoid the groupie thing. Which means I have to find another way to relieve the stress. So I run, and when I can, I hit the gym and lift weights.”
His words repeated in my head as I searched for some hidden message I missed the first time. “Are you telling me you don’t have sex with groupies?”
“No, but Iamtelling you I don’t do it all that often. Groupies can cause nothing but trouble if you screw the wrong one.” I couldn’t tell if he knew this from experience, and I had a feeling I didn’t want to know. Especially not now.
There was only one thing I was interested in doing, and he was standing in front of me.
I drew the edge of Jared’s T-shirt up his body. A moment later, it joined the party of clothes on the floor. As did our jeans. Our underwear were the last items remaining on our bodies, and it was tough to miss the hard length straining against the black fabric of Jared’s boxer briefs.
A shy smile crept onto my face. “Does this mean you want to have sex with me?” I glanced meaningfully at his cock.
He grunted, then his mouth was on mine again, the only answer I needed.
He walked me backward until the mattress pressed against the back of my legs. I sat down hard. His mouth still attached to mine, Jared kneeled onto the bed and guided me until I lay back, my legs dangling over the side. He shifted his body and his cock pressed against my core, then he rocked against me.
You know how when you watch fireworks and the first few are breathtaking, but they’re just the warm-up to the main event? Well, even those fireworks are pretty damn fine.
I moaned. “Oh God, I want you inside me so badly.”
He smiled, his eyes dark. It wasn’t his usual smile, the one that set my heart off in a happy dance. It was a hungry smile that had an entirely different effect on my heart. My breathing picked up to a near pant.
He didn’t say anything. He just moved off me and hooked his fingers under the waistband of my white cotton panties. With the same hungry grin he peeled them slowly down my legs, his fingers burning a path in their wake.
He dropped them somewhere on the floor and nudged my thighs wide apart. “Relax, Callie.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one exposed and vulnerable in so many different ways.
Guiding my legs, he bent my knees and shifted his position so his head was between my legs. His tongue reached out and repeatedly flicked my clit, taking it closer to its happy place. I fisted the sheet with both hands.
Jared continued tormenting me in all kinds of delicious ways, alternating between sucking and licking. I bucked and wiggled against his talented tongue, even with his hands on my hips. That girl in the diner two weeks ago had been right, even if she hadn’t realized just how right she was.
“You taste amazing, Callie. I could spend the whole night just feasting on you.”
Usually when the hero in erotic romances said this, I would giggle because it sounded so corny in the book. I was wrong. Hearing Jared say this to me took erotic to a whole new level. I craved to do all kinds of things to him. Hot things. Things I’d only read about in my favorite books.
Things I had never attempted with my ex.
Jared slipped a finger inside me. His mouth left my clit, which was on the verge of singing hallelujah, and another finger plunged inside.
“You’re so fucking hot and wet,” he groaned. His skilled fingers alternated between scissoring and thrusting inside me.
“Jared,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come any second.”
He chuckled. “That’s the general idea.”
“I want you inside me. Now.” I couldn’t have made my voice any more pleading if I’d tried.
“We have plenty of time for that.”
