8. Jenny
Jenny
W armth seeps into me and I groan under my breath. My hair is tangled around my face and I cringe when I move and it snags on something.
“What the hell?”
My elbow hits something hard and I hiss in a startled breath. A muffled curse wakes me up quickly and I jerk upright, my hair in my eyes.
I push it out of my eyes and glare at the man in the bed with me. “What the hell are you doing in my room, Lance McGuire?”
Before I’ve even finished the sentence I study the room and my belly sinks. “Where the hell am I?”
“Don’t you remember what happened?”
“No. I went back to my room and…shit.”
He nods and rubs at his jaw where I hit him. “Yeah. I brought you back to my room after someone broke into yours.”
“Who the hell would break in to look at my book? Nobody even knows I’m a writer.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are a few people that know and those people probably told other people.”
“But still. Who would break into a hotel room to look at a few chapters of a book? That’s nuts.”
“Do you know anybody nuts?”
I snort. “All authors are a little crazy.”
“Yeah. Whatever happened to the crazy ex who liked to put you down because you threatened his manhood?”
“Brandon? I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him in a long time.”
“Yeah. But where did he go?”
“Why?”
“Because I was thinking last night and that kind of guy is a user. If he thought he deserved more from you he wouldn’t leave. He’d stay close to see what else he could get.”
“That’s crazy. He broke up with me.”
“After you started getting a little too independent for his crazy ass.”
Scoffing, I stare at him, frowning. “You’re crazy.”
He grins and the look in his warm brown eyes along with the rumpled hair and that crease in his cheek from the pillowcase is sexy as hell and I don’t know what to do with that.
He leans over and his nose runs along my cheek. I suck in a startled breath. His eyes lock with mine and it’s like two magnets tugging at each other, yet fighting to stay away. He’s so close I can see the golden flecks in the deep depths of his chocolate eyes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Jenny.” He moves closer and I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. Then his lips are so close to mine that I can practically feel the soft stroke of them tempting me.
“Wh-what are you doing here, Lance? You can’t keep kissing me.”
His eyes dip down and it’s like they trace my lips and his tongue dips out and touches his. My belly clenches and I want nothing more than to wrap my legs around his hips and pull him into me.
“So why don’t you kiss me, baby girl?” The deep timbre of his voice is rough with sleep and want. Shivers run along my spine and spread out like goosebumps on my skin.
I want to kiss him. But I shouldn’t.
His eyes flash with fire and he grins. “Chicken, baby?”
My head whips up and I glare at him and move closer. “I’m not afraid of you, Lance.”
“So kiss me. I promise I won’t touch you unless you ask nicely.” The curve of his lips draws my eyes and I sigh, leaning down to gently press my lips to his.
His don’t even move and I move my lips along his and then run my tongue along his lower lip, biting it and tugging at it. My eyes stay open and I watch him, watch the fire flare in the dark depths of his gaze.
His hands clench at his side and I move even closer until I’m lying across him, my hands braced on his warm chest, tangling in the crisp, short hairs on his chest. Groaning, I trace the flexing muscles of his cut chest and down to his waist and hips.
He’s all muscle and tanned, taut skin. My fingers dance along the waistband of his lounge pants and I hiss as I feel the bulge in the front. It jerks and I groan and move closer, my thighs wrapping around his hips as I straddle him.
I sit up and stare at him, my tongue running along my bottom lip. “You’re really pretty, Lance.”
He snorts and his lips quirk up. “I’m a man, Jenny. We’re not pretty. We’re handsome. Sexy. But not pretty.”
Smiling, I lean down and run my lips along the corded muscles of his throat. He’s so warm and the smell of him makes my head swim.
“You are pretty, Lance,” I whisper. “Can you touch me, please?”
“Where, baby?” His hands come up and rest on either side of my face holding me so that I look in his eyes. His dark eyes are sleepy, hooded with desire, pupils blown.
“Pick a place and touch me, Lance. It doesn’t matter where. It always feels good when you touch me.”
He groans and his eyes close briefly and then he growls and he sits up under me, his mouth finding mine, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Fuck. Why do you have to say things like that, baby girl? Every word out of this pretty mouth wrecks me.”
Then his mouth opens and I suck in a breath. His tongue tangles with mine and strokes it gently, softly. His body tenses and I have only a second before he flips us over and I lie under him staring up into his eyes. He grins.
“You did say I could touch you anywhere.” I nod my head and he grins.
“Good. Because I’m gonna touch you everywhere.” His hands skim down my waist and then he pushes at my pj bottoms and my eyes roll back in my head. It’s been so long since any man touched me.
His hands are huge and he growls and runs his fingers along the bare skin of my hip, gripping it tightly.
“I need to taste you.” Before I can even grasp what the heck he’s talking about, he slips down my body, his hands tugging at my clothes and pulling them off so fast I barely get a breath.
His warm mouth closes on my breast and I suck in a gasp, my hand tangling in his short, silky hair.
Tugging hard, I groan when he gasps and then his teeth scrape along the tender curve of my nipple and he nips at it.
“Oh god, Lance. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He shakes his head, my nipple still in his mouth. He laps at it and groans. “I’m never stopping. I’m never letting you go, baby. You’re mine.”
Moaning, my hips arch up into him and my hands slip down until I can feel the bulge in the front of his pants. He hisses as my fingers curve around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes closing and then opening quickly, burning with heat until I feel scorched by his flames.
“You’re killing me, Jenny.” Then he slides down and his hands pulls my panties off and he burrows into the soft curls at the apex of my thighs. He breathes deep and groans. “You smell so good. I’m gonna eat you like dessert and then come back for seconds. I need you so damn bad…I ache for you.”
Nodding my head, unable to talk I moan silently when his mouth runs along my thigh and then he sucks hard, leaving his mark. “Who does this pussy belong to, baby girl? Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”
“You,” I whimper, pushing my hips up into his face. He growls and pushes until he’s holding my hips down with one of his hands and the other pulls my lower lips open. Then he just stares at me. Wriggling wildly, I groan. “Please.”
I can feel my juices pooling and he sighs and one finger traces along a path to my thigh. He brings his finger up and my eyes widen as his lips close over it, sucking on it and eyes closing. “Too fucking good. You taste so good, Jenny.”
My ex never did oral. He didn’t like the taste or something. Of course that didn’t stop him from wanting me to go down on him. I got to where I would do that just to keep from another boring round of sex where I never came.
He did after what amounted to three pumps and he was done.
He bends down and he’s so close I feel his hot breath on my lower lips.
I wriggle and whimper until his mouth closes on my pussy and he moans and sucks wildly.
His tongue traces my lips and then he pushes it inside me, fucking me with it while his thumb traces my clit, pushing down until I’m fighting to keep from screaming.
My teeth bite into my lower lip as he drills me with his tongue and rims my clit with his thumb.
My belly tightens and my chest is heavy and hot. My head is swimming, my thoughts so scattered I don’t even know how to make actual words.
Moaning, I writhe under him as he runs his tongue up to lap at my clit and then grind down on it as he curls his fingers inside me and fans them until he finds that one perfect spot. The one I’ve never found.
“Oh my god!” I scream and throw my head back, my whole body going taut and shuddering.
Waves of pleasure wash over me and I gasp and writhe as he keeps going, his tongue drinking up every drop of my juices until another wave crashes over me.
Whimpering and whining, I fight to push his head off the pleasure almost too much to bear.
Tears well in my eyes as I gasp and pant.
He sits up and wipes his mouth, his tongue licking his fingers clean. My eyes widen as he leans over and kisses me and I taste me on his tongue.
It’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Now….how do you feel about breakfast. I’m starving.”
Then he stands up, the huge erection in his lounge pants tenting them outrageously as he walks out of the room.
“Get ready, baby girl. I need food. And you’re gonna need your strength.”
My mouth falls open and I stare at him. What the hell just happened here?