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He nodded. “And you?” He removed her shoulder holster and laid it gently on a nearby chair.
“I had no choice but to feel that connection when a gorgeous man hit me like a linebacker and landed on top of me.” She slid the leather straps off his shoulders and deposited his holster and gun on the same chair as his. “Seriously, I think it was the first time you kissed my forehead. You didn’t think about it. You just did it.”
“You could’ve slapped my face into tomorrow.”
“Anyone else, I probably would have. But with you…” she stared up into his eyes, her brow twisting, “it felt gentle. Natural. Right.” She leaned up on her toes and pressed her mouth to his in a tentative kiss.
At first, he let her take the lead. When she traced the seam of his mouth, he opened, and she thrust her tongue inside.
As the kiss deepened, their arms tightened around each other. Her hands smoothed over his arms, and she reveled in their thick, muscular strength. Her breasts pressed against the hardness of his chest, and suddenly, she couldn’t get close enough.
Jenna broke the kiss and stepped away.
Cliff’s arms fell to his sides, and a frown pulled at his brow.
Her lips tipped upward as she reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it up and over her head.
Taking his cue from her, Cliff tore his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then, it became a race to remove all their clothes until they stood in front of each other, naked and breathing fast.
Jenna’s heart pounded wildly against her ribs. She should feel self-conscious about baring her body before a man she’d know only a day, but she didn’t.
The fire in his eyes and the way his gaze swept over her gave her courage and made her feel beautiful.
As she drank him in, her gaze sweeping him from head to toe, Jenna’s breath caught and held; heat coiled at her core, and fire burned in her veins.
Cliff reached out and captured her face in his hands, bringing his lips to hover over hers. “You’re so very beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered against his lips.
He brushed his mouth across hers, then slid his lips down the long column of her throat, stopping to press a kiss to the pulse thumping at the base. His hands rose to capture her breasts, lifting them as if weighing them in his palms. Then he bent to take one distended nipple into his mouth, where he teased it with his tongue, rolled it between his teeth and sucked on it until her back arched and her knees grew weak.
His hands slid around to her back, cupped her ass and lifted her, settling her onto the side of the bed. Nudging her knees apart, he stepped between her legs, laced his fingers behind her head and bent to capture her mouth in an earthshattering kiss laying her back against the comforter.
His mouth blazed a path down her neck and over her collarbone to pause at one breast, where he flicked and teased until the nipple puckered into a tight little bead. He moved to the other and treated it to the same while his hand slid over her flat belly, angling down to the juncture of her thighs.
Jenna ran her fingers along his back, tracing the scars she could feel, her fingers massaging taut skin stretched over hard muscles.
Cliff moved lower, his mouth skimming over her torso, his fingers slipping between her folds. He dipped a digit into her wet channel and came back to touch her there, swirling and flicking until her back arched, and she moaned.
He parted her folds with his thumbs and leaned in, touching her clit with the tip of his tongue.
The spark of sensation raced through her, so intense Jenna gasped.
Cliff stopped what he was doing. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, sweet heaven,” she cried. “Don’t stop!”
He chuckled and touched her again with his tongue, flicking her gently, swirling around that sensitive nubbin until Jenna writhed beneath him.
The tension built, rising quickly until Jenna burst over the edge into the most incredible orgasm she’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of release washed through her, shooting from her core outward to the tips of her fingers.
He worked her until the very last tremor. She fell back against the comforter, spent, sated but wanting more.
Once she’d caught her breath, Jenna gripped his arms and tugged. “That was great, but I want more.”
He rose from where he’d knelt on the floor, grabbed his jeans and dug a condom out of his wallet.
When Jenna started to scoot back on the bed, he hooked an arm beneath one of her knees and shook his head. “Not yet. There’s more than one position.” He rolled the condom over his thick shaft. “I want to explore all of them.”
