Page 37 of Wine and Research
“Me?” she choked out a laugh. “You were the one doing all the work.”
A pleased smile spread wide on his lips, warming his blue gaze to heart-stopping intensity. “That wasn’t work, Elle. It was pure pleasure. And we’re about to have more.”
He pushed to his feet and removed the rest of his clothes in a few economical moves. Not wanting to miss an…inch…she leaned up on her arms and watched the Jeremy show. The soft lamp light highlighted his muscles and ridges as he dug a condom out of his pants on the floor. When he straightened, her gaze fell to his thighs and all the amazinginchesin between.
“You weren’t kidding aboutmore,” she mumbled, and a tremor of anticipation shot through her body.
A sinful grin curved Jeremy’s lips, and within a few seconds, he was sheathed and looming over her. Anticipation pounded through her chest, stealing her breath. She was so ready for more.
His mouth took a leisurely tour of her body, starting at her hip, over her belly, giving equal time to each breast, tantalizing and teasing until she grasped his shoulders and moaned. Awareness, need, and euphoria all crashed through her at once. Elle couldn’t comprehend how her body could crave him so soon after her amazing orgasm.
But she did crave the incredible man, badly, and he could, no doubt tell by the way her body shuddered beneath him.
The bugger.
An amazing bugger.
His skin was hot and body was hard. Everywhere. And when his lips finally made it to hers, he kissed her thoroughly and slowly as he settled between her legs, the tip of his erection brushing where she needed him most.
Elle instinctively spread wider and angled her hips to give him better entry. Her body practically vibrated while he paused, upping the anticipation and need buzzing between them. He broke the kiss and drew back to stare into her eyes as he pushed all the way in on a slow, sure thrust. Their pleasure-filled gasps echoed throughout the cabin.
He felt so shockingly good.
All thought left her mind and her focus narrowed to only Jeremy. His touch, his kiss, the extraordinary way he felt when he began to move inside her.
Fast and fierce, need slammed into Elle again, with a delicious, all-consuming heat. She automatically rocked into him, loving his rhythm because it perfectly matched her own.
She felt whole, complete, and knew that probably meant something, but at the moment, all she could do was give herself over to the warm wave consuming her from within.
“Damn…Elle,” Jeremy murmured, his body hot and hard, his neck muscles taut, as he continued his magnificent thrusts. “You feel so incredible.”
He brought his lips down on hers then, kissing her deep and demanding. His tongue plunged into her mouth at the same delicious pace and intensity of those mind-blowing inches of his pounding away her breath, driving her mad with need.
Inconceivably, she was right there again, teetering on that blissful edge. He broke the kiss then, and she immediately dragged in air so she could tell him how amazing he felt.
But all she could manage to whisper was his name.
“I’m with you,” he rasped out, his gaze heavy lidded and smoldering.
The sight of him, the feel of him…together the dangerous combination thrilled and propelled her forward. Elle clutched his biceps and bucked wildly, calling out his name as she climaxed again. Jeremy gripped her hips, and one deep, delicious thrust later, he followed her over with her name on his lips.
Elle wasn’t sure how long it took her to come back to reality…no, Earth. Unbelievably, the pulse-pounding, body-humming, out-of-body experience Jeremy had just given herwasreality and not fiction.
Still needing to recover, she laid there, her eyes closed, dragging in air, holding the spent man to her equally spent body. Even in this condition, he felt amazing. Any second now, though, he’d probably get up, get dressed, and leave, which was okay with her.
Actually, Elle was usually the one who got dressed and left, because she never brought a guy to her house in New York. Those few times she’d had sex had been during travel, and usually at a hotel room.
Warm breath hit her skin in spurts as Jeremy nuzzled her throat. Smiling, she opened an eye, noting that he didn’t appear to be in any hurry to go. Was this normal for him? Perhaps. But she got the impression that, like her, he didn’t do sleepovers.
But she wasn’t opposed to another round with the guy before he left.
She glanced out her window to see dusk streaking the sky. Since it was still somewhat light out, she was more than happy to stay where she was…enjoying a post euphoric bliss introduced to her by Jeremy.
Was excess pleasure a thing?
Might be possible with Jeremy. He’d just taken her out of herself, and she was still tingling and working to control her breathing.
“You okay?” he asked, rolling off her and onto his side.
