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His hardness brushes against my soft leggings, and although there are layers of clothing between us, the heat scorches my pussy and arousal floods my panties. Of their own volition, my hips arch, and my legs spread further to allow more of his length to line up with my core. My nipples pebble under my tank top, begging for attention, and I deepen the kiss, moving my tongue against his frantically.
“You’re going to need to be clear on what you want. Because I want all of you, Arden,” Jeremy growls against me, moving his lips down to nip at my throat. The little bite of pain only heightens my arousal, and suddenly, my pants become too tight. They have to go. All of our damn clothing has to disappear. Immediately.
“I want this, Jeremy. I can’t promise you more than tonight. But I want it,” I tell him honestly. There’s no way in hell I’m looking for anything more than a physical release between two consenting adults. Frank turned me off of relationships and no man will lock me down like that again.
His eyes tighten ever so slightly at my words, but the wicked grin never leaves his face as his hands come to hold my hips. They take control, rocking me powerfully over his length, and anticipation swoops through my belly.
“Sugar, I’m gonna make you so addicted to me you never even consider leaving,” he promises, arching up to thrust against my core. The move hits my aching clit, and goosebumps pebble all over my skin. The bundle of nerves throbs, and I grow so wet I worry he can feel it. “Gonna make you come until you beg me to stop.”
My hands move to the waist of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine and trace the ridges of his abs with my fingertips. But he reaches out, stopping me.
“Let’s take this to your room. Don’t want Theo to get an eyeful,” he remarks, skating his hands over my sides. Theo sleeps like the dead, but I’m still shocked and touched that he even considers my son. Why are you so freaking perfect?
I hum in agreement, and he lifts me, striding down the hallway until we reach my room. The door swings shut with a click and, the second it does, Jeremy whips my shirt over my head and tosses it onto the floor. He drops me softly on the bed, his hands shaking with a desperation that only heightens my desire.
The smooth comforter is cool against my back, but all my focus is on the sexy man gazing at me like he’s starving and I’m dessert. No one has ever looked at me with such desire. Wanted me so fiercely.
“You’re wearing too much clothing,” I complain, rolling up onto my knees and reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt.
“Yeah, baby? You want more?” he teases, reaching behind his head and tugging the shirt off with one smooth move. The second the cotton disappears his chiseled abs come into view making me pant. A light smattering of hair leads down his torso, drawing my eyes to the smooth V of muscles that point straight to his straining erection. And I’m dying to see it, touch it. My breasts are heavy in my bra, and my skin is oversensitive as my body flushes.
“What do you want first? Fingers or mouth? Please say mouth. I’m dying to taste you,” he growls, dropping his pants to the ground. They hit the floor with a gentle whoosh, and his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach. Thick and erect, it’s smooth and angled just perfectly. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around the velvety shaft, pleased when he twitches in my hand.
“That’s not an answer,” he growls, letting me play for a moment while he unsnaps my bra. Soft straps whisper down my arms, baring me to his gaze. The lacy garment slides down, halting my exploration and forcing me to release his heavy erection to let it slip onto the bed. The second I let go, he captures my wrists in one hand. “Mouth it is.”
Before I have a chance to process, he rolls me onto my back once again, but this time Jeremy looms over me. My nerves flutter. My heart stalls in my chest for a moment as old ghosts rear up. He reaches for the waistband of my pants, gently running his fingers over it, quirking an eyebrow up at me. “Ready for me, Sugar?”
And I love that he checks in. That my consent means something. He isn’t my past.
“More than ready,” I moan, lifting my hips to help him wiggle them down. With an aggressive tug, he has them off my legs in a flash.
“No panties, naughty girl,” he rumbles. “Are you wet for me?”
“Soaked,” I tell him, reaching up to cup my aching breasts, trembling as my thumbs touch the sensitive nipples. Jeremy prowls forward, climbing onto the bed, snagging my hands in his before lifting them to touch the headboard.
“No touching yourself,” he demands. “Your pleasure belongs to me. And I’m going to make you see stars.”
His dominance sends a shiver through me as my happy-go-lucky friend turns into a possessive lover—and although a part of me balks at his orders; a bigger part loves it. Arousal drips from me, and my fingers scramble to find purchase along the smooth headboard.
“Yes, Cowboy,” I snark, and a sexy purr rumbles from him at the name. Think he likes it. His mouth drops to my breast, trapping the nipple between his lips and sucking me into his mouth. The sensation is almost too much, and I arch toward him, wanting more.
He rakes his teeth over the sensitive bud and I cry out at the sensation; which causes pleasure to surge straight to my empty pussy. My hands drop, grabbing his hair and tugging, begging for more with my body.
My nipple pops from his mouth and his eyes meet mine as he nips the underside of my breast. “Looks like someone can’t follow directions. Maybe next time I’ll tie you up.” The promise unlocks all my secret fantasies. The ones I hadn’t thought about in years—knots lining my body, unable to move. My pussy flutters and I whimper.
“I think you like that idea.” He grabs my hands, bringing them back to the headboard. “Tied up at my mercy. Forced to take the pleasure I give you.”
A wanton moan leaves my lips, and Jeremy’s calloused palms move down my sides, his touch lighter than a feather. All the nerves in my body go on high alert. Ready.
He brushes his fingers across my belly and I suck it in, quivering in anticipation of his touch where I want it most. But he continues his torture, barely grazing my pussy, just gently brushing against my outer lips. My legs tense as he continues the sensual torture. Irritation prickles under my skin, wanting the fast climb to orgasm—not this teasing.
“Jeremy, I freaking swear,” I snap, narrowing my eyes. “Do you not know how sex works?”
“I know just how it works, Sugar. But you’re gonna let me worship this beautiful body. No wham bam, thank you, ma’am,” he teases with a smirk, lightly running his fingers across my pussy lips, then dipping just inside. “You’re wet. But not wet enough. Needy, but not mindless with need.”
“Please, Jeremy,” I beg when he goes back to work on my breasts. He licks and sucks at the nipples, swirling around each. The hunger inside me grows and grows, and I whimper and moan on the bed. Loving and hating the erotic torture. Finally, unable to take it another second, my hand drops from the headboard and I rub my clit, sending little sparks shooting through my body.
“You ready for me to taste you, Sugar?” he asks, taking control of my wrist, and I’m ready to kill him.
