Page 51 of Sweeter Than Honey
Cara tightened her grip around his neck and shook her head. “I want you.”
Jett went still. His heart thumped beneath her side. Their eyes met and he looked so uncertain, she thought he might deny her.
But then he lay her on the center of the bed and moved in beside her. He brushed hair away from her face and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she breathed. “You couldn’t.”
She swirled a finger on his chest. He was so warm, his body heat blanketing her. She couldn’t wait to get him naked and feel all his hot, bare skin on hers. But first, she had to get something off her chest.
“I’m sorry about what I said. I would never want to put you in an uncomfortable position, and I shouldn’t have said what I did.”
“You were right.”
Jett ran his fingers between her breasts and slowly down. His palm came to rest over her abdomen. “I am allowed to go on living. My family would have wanted that for me.”
Tears hit Cara’s eyes.
“It became crystal clear to me that I’d really fucked up my whole grieving process when I got stuck in my shift and couldn’t help you. Shifters can only tolerate being in their animal form for so long. Being in a shift too long or shifting too often can prove fatal over time. I realized the first day I met you that I’d been constantly shifting to avoid my grief. It’s why I was so out of it when you hit me with your car.”
Cara couldn’t hold back a small laugh. “I tapped you with my car.”
Jett moved over her. Her breath caught as he looked down and pierced her with his stunning blue eyes. “I’m glad you did, or we wouldn’t be here like this right now.” He kissed her, long and deep. “Oh, and by the way. I like uncomfortable positions.”
She laughed again and looped her arms around his neck. Exhaustion sat heavily in her limbs, and she realized she needed sleep. But to have him like this was an opportunity she didn’t want to miss.
Jett sat back on his haunches and pulled his shirt off. Cara’s gaze fell to his sculpted chest and long, rippled abdomen. Dark hair matted across his pecs, a narrow trail leading to beneath the waist of his jeans. His mouth took hers completely, deeply as his hands worked her shirt free. He broke the kiss only to whisk her shirt off and slid his fingers over her bare skin. Cara shivered, her nipples perking. Jett brought his mouth to her neck and pressed small kisses over her throat, to her collarbone and slowly worked down her exposed skin.
She sucked in a breath as his hot breath hovered over one breast. She ached for his mouth to kiss there, to pull her nipple between his lips. But he took his time, kissing one breast and then the other, lavishing each with sensual attention as he worked her yoga pants down her hips. He sat back again and stripped her bare. His eyes roved her body with such hunger, it made her ache a million times stronger.
Jett stood and undressed, his eyes never straying from her body. Cara found herself staring in turn. Long and lean, his dark skin supple and masculine, Jett was the epitome of male sexuality. He was toned and sculpted in all the right places. His biceps bulged. His thighs were huge and strong, abdomen flat and rippled. She glanced lower and her eyes went wide.
His cock stood thick and long, the tip glistening, and she suddenly remembered what the bartender had told her about balls of steel.
No. Shit.
Jett moved between her legs and parted her thighs. Looking up at her, he lowered his mouth to the apex of her thighs. She moaned in anticipation. Lying back against the pillows, she tried to relax but this was so new, and her blood thrummed with excitement. Her eyes locked on his, Cara pulled her lower lip between her teeth and watched as he parted her lips and dipped the tip of his tongue inside her.
Rolling her head back, she closed her eyes as he worked up a flurry of pleasure with his mouth. His hands touched her in all the right places, drawing sensation after sensation over her body while his mouth worked magic between her legs.
A small, intense orgasm burst over her without warning. Digging her fingers into his hair, she held him in place while he drew out another.
“God, you’re sweeter than honey,” he groaned as he finished her off one more time.
She’d never come like this. Fast, intense. Repeatedly.
Urging him up, Cara was almost frantic to feel him inside her. Jett moved up her body, the tip of his cock nudging between her legs. She moved her thighs apart and tilted her hips.
“I’m going to go slow.” His voice was gravelly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t you dare go slow.”
Grabbing his hips, she moved up to meet him. An agonized moan of pleasure drew from her throat as he filled her. Their eyes locked. So much mirrored back at her. So much they’d have to figure out, talk about. Or maybe they’d just do this.
So much of this.
Cara rocked against him, taking every ounce of pleasure he offered. Her body tightened around him, ecstasy bursting through her. Jett thrust into her, meeting her release.
