He's All That. Debbi RawlinsЧитать онлайн книгу.
the corners of his mouth as he reached for her hand and drew her close. She tilted her head back to meet his kiss. It was gentle yet coaxing and she slid her arms around his waist, enjoying the feel of his erection pressed to her belly. Encouragingly, she wanted to believe that his heart pounded at least as hard as hers and she slid her hands down to mold the firm swell of his buttocks.
He groaned and moved his hips. She pressed harder against him as if he were a magnet and she was a piece of metal helplessly drawn to him.
“Come,” he said, his voice hoarse and raspy as he led her to the bed. He yanked the burgundy cover back, and then the matching blanket to expose the white sheets.
He hooked an arm around her waist and took her down with him. Sprawling out in the middle of the bed, he kept hold of her as she lay half on top of him, half off. Laughing, she tried to scramble into a more dignified position, but he flipped her onto her back and pressed her into the mattress with his body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, using the tip of his tongue to trace her jaw.
She arched her neck and he continued his trek down her throat to her breasts. She sighed. “I’m staying right where I am.”
“You’re right,” he murmured, his warm breath coating her nipple right before he took it into his mouth.
Reflexively she squirmed and he suckled harder as his hand found her other breast. Lightly he pinched the tip between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned with pleasure, and he suckled harder still.
She kneaded the muscles across his back, ran her palms down his taut skin toward his backside but her reach was unsatisfactory. She struggled to gain better access but he wouldn’t let her move.
“Jake?”
“Hmm?”
“I have condoms in my purse.”
He looked up. “In a hurry, are we?”
“No, I just didn’t want to get carried away before we protected ourselves.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not that carried away.” He put his mouth back on her breast, but she couldn’t relax.
The remark stung. Of course he probably didn’t mean it the way she took it, but he must have sensed her mood change because he lifted his head again and smiled. Without a word, he got up and went to get his jeans. He withdrew a couple of foil packets from the pocket.
Watching the sleek, easy way he moved eased her tension. No question, he not only had the best chest but the best butt she’d ever seen. With or without clothes.
“I’ll leave these right here on the nightstand for later,” he said, holding up the packets, and then dropping them near the lamp. “Unless you’re in a hurry.”
She shook her head, unabashedly staring at the tautness and definition of his belly. Even with the interruption, his erection hadn’t subsided and it was difficult not to stare there, too. “Did you play sports in high school?”
He nodded, his appreciative gaze slipping down to her breasts. “Why?”
“Which one?”
“Football for three years.” He stretched out beside her, and cupped a hand over her breast. “And then hockey for a year in college.”
“You went to college?”
Annoyance flashed in his eyes. He released her and lay back with one hand behind his head.
“I’m only surprised because you didn’t mention it last night.” She curled into him and played with the hair around his navel.
“I dropped out after two years. I hated being in a classroom. Are we just going to talk?”
She ignored the irritation in his voice and tracked the stream of hair down his belly, pleased when he sucked in a breath. He stayed perfectly still while she ran her palm lower. She wrapped her hand around him, and closing his eyes, he groaned.
She continued to explore the length of him, a fascinating combination of smooth satin and the hardness of steel. When she used her finger to probe the tip, he shifted and captured her wrist.
A slow smile lifted his lips as he brought her palm to his mouth. He licked the center, and then kissed it.
She smiled. “Chicken.”
“Yeah?” He slid his hand between her thighs.
“Oh.” She tried to squeeze her legs together but it was too late. Already she was so wet, one slight graze of his finger was likely to send her rocketing to the ceiling.
“Look who’s chicken now.” He tongued her earlobe.
“Not chicken, just— Oh, my, God—” She closed her eyes as he drove a finger into her. And then another.
“Relax,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know. I—” She couldn’t think anymore. What was he doing with his fingers? She’d never felt anything like this before…
She threw her head back and he trailed his tongue over the curve of her neck, to her jaw and then nipped at her earlobe. A low whimper escaped her and he covered the sound with his mouth, his lips soft and coaxing, his fingers unrelenting as he probed deeper.
Afraid she’d come too fast, she tried to grasp his forearm, but he wouldn’t stop. Unexpectedly he moved to suckle her breasts and she arched off the bed, only intensifying his exploration.
“Jake, we’d better slow down,” she murmured.
She felt his smile against her skin, and then his tongue circled her nipple, slowly, leisurely, heightening her anticipation. He withdrew his fingers but before she could lament the loss, he plunged back inside her. He slid his other hand underneath her bottom and forced an angle to her hips that deepened the penetration.
She jerked when the first wave came, surprising the hell out of her. He used his thumb to rub her clitoris until another shock jerked her again. The spasms increased and she clutched the sheets, tearing them free of the mattress. It was as if her body had received an electrical charge and even as she tried to wiggle away, he stayed with her and the waves kept coming.
Everything got fuzzy. He reached behind and then she thought she heard him fumble with the foil packet. She was still convulsing when he entered her. Filled her with heat and pressure until she didn’t think she could take it.
But then he withdrew and used the tip of his silky hard penis to probe the sensitive nub between her folds of flesh. He never once used his hand for guidance, but moved over her, unerringly finding every spot that nearly sent her rocketing once more.
He moaned and she sensed his restraint had begun to slip as he slid in deeper, lowering his body so that his chest grazed her nipples. This time his withdrawal seemed reluctant and when he slid back in he started to pump harder. She tried to meet his thrusts but her body was so spent she couldn’t tell if she were moving or not.
He murmured something she didn’t understand, and then gave a final thrust before collapsing on her. She couldn’t breathe, but not because of his weight. The overwhelming sense of being truly sated was what robbed her of breath. Never had she experienced such physical release.
He rolled off her and, still dazed, she looked at him. He looked pretty wiped out himself. His lids drifted closed, briefly, and then he said, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
He smiled. “Wow!”
“Yeah.” She tried to get up on one elbow but the effort seemed too great.
“You’re not leaving yet.” It wasn’t a question but a simple statement of fact.
“Hadn’t even crossed my mind.”
“Good.” He wound an arm around her and pulled her up against him. She laid her cheek on his chest, his