Chapter Eleven
Elle moaned. She couldn’t help it. Jeremy covered her completely with his weight, shocking many sensations to life. With an insatiable craving ruling her movement, she wrapped her legs around him, bringing him against her even tighter.
“You feel so good, Elle,” he murmured, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses down her throat.
She gasped when he bit the special spot behind her ear, then happily turned her head to give him better access.
Of course, the clever man needed no further instruction.
Yeah. Right there.
Sensations overwhelmed and rippled through her body. Closing her eyes, she tugged her hands free and clutched at his upper arms. The feel of his hard muscles flexing only added to her desire.
The air around them changed. Amped up. It was crazy. Insane.
A-freakin-mazing.
“Jeremy,” she whispered, forcing her eyes open.
“Yeah?” he asked, still kissing her neck.
“I want you in me.”
He stilled for a moment, then sat them both up to unhook her bikini top before he pulled it off.
When her breasts sprung free, he sucked in a breath. “Perfect.”
The appreciation in his gaze had her nipples automatically tightening.
Muttering under his breath, he closed his eyes as if fighting to hold onto his control. She liked that, a lot. Knowing she could distract a man as tough and impenetrable as Jeremy did wonders for her confidence.
A second later, he gazed at her, eyes dark and deliciously heated.
She liked that even more.
He dipped down, nuzzling the curve of her neck, nipping at her collarbone as he pushed her back down onto the mattress. Then he was kissing a path over one breast before gently sucking the tip into his mouth. The sensation was so pleasurable, so incredibly perfect, she arched up.
An unhinged sound rushed from her lips, full of all the need swirling through her body. It would’ve horrified Elle if she’d been alone in this delicious turmoil, but given the raw, sexy resonance that rumbled through Jeremy conveying a fierce hunger and familiar impatience, he felt it too.
Yeah…she was far from alone.
Switching to tease her neglected nipple with his wicked tongue, Jeremy cupped the other breast, brushing the tight peak with his thumb.
Equally adept at multi-tasking, Elle cradled the back of his head with one hand while sliding the other beneath his clothes to grab his fine ass.
He made that rumbling sound again and thrust against her.
She moaned and thrust back.
He released her to draw back and glance down at the only piece of material separating them.
Her dark blue bikini bottoms.
His smoldering gaze slammed into hers. “Blue looks good on you.”
“Yes, you do.” She smiled, brushing her thumb over his jaw.
He lowered his lips to within an inch of hers, his chest warm and deliciously hard against her. “You’re right. I do.”
The heat and humor lighting his eyes spurred a powerful urge in her to taste him.
As if reading her mind, he brushed his lips to hers, kissing her slow and leisurely, stoking a fire from all that simmered inside.
When he finally lifted his head and stared at her with so much heat and intensity, she shivered.
“And I’m going to feel even better inside you.”
It was the raw need in his words that liquefied Elle’s bones. She grabbed his ass again and rocked up, her good parts pulsing with that same need.
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
Jeremy chuckled and used his thigh to spread her legs, then holding her gaze, he slid a finger under her bikini bottoms.
On his first stroke, she cried out, so damn ready and needy it was almost pathetic.
But it was also so incredibly good. His touch was magic and perfect and it felt as if a switch tripped somewhere deep inside.
The sensations intensified on the second stroke so much she nearly lost it.
Then he dipped down and kissed her nipple, swiping her tip with his tongue, causing breath to catch in her suddenly dry throat.
Lost in the euphoria, Elle closed her eyes and gripped the covers. “That feels…so good,” she panted, sensations wracking her body.
“I’m just getting started.” Hooking his fingers under the material, he tugged the bikini bottoms down, kissing a path over her ribs, belly, and hip. Then he lifted his head and watched as he removed the final obstacle, sucking in a breath at her nakedness. “Damn, Elle…you’re gorgeous.”
“Jeremy…”
He wedged his shoulders between her thighs and looked his fill.
She squirmed, not out of awkwardness but from anticipation. Her heart was pounding brutally in her chest. “I need…”
What? Him. To do something. Anything.
He did.
Whether in sync with her or just really great at sex, the perceptive man leaned forward and lapped at her, wrenching needy sounds from her throat, but as long as he kept doing what he was doing, she didn’t care.
Elle sank her fingers into his hair and held on for the ride, shamelessly rocking into his touch.
Then he added a finger. She cried out, barely comprehending all the passion.
No man had ever focused on her like this.
It felt so good.
And Jeremy seemed to be enjoying it just as much. A light sheen covered his broad shoulders as he continued to make her crazy.
With every muscle taut and seeking release, she clutched at him with shocking desperation, so close to the edge.
He was pure magic. For several frustrating, heart-poundingly amazing beats, he held her on the brink before upping the pressure and pace, sending her over with a few long, sure, perfect strokes.
Her orgasm burst through her fast and intense, with unyielding force.
Jeremy removed his finger, but his mouth remained on her, bringing her down slowly.
Elle trembled against him, panting like the heroines she wrote about.
She released his head and tried to find her way back to reality, although she was pretty sure reality as she knew it had just shifted.
He lifted his head and smiled. “You were fantastic.”
His words sparked heat low in her belly, shocking her that she could recover so soon.
“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 amazing inches in between.
“You weren’t kidding about more,” 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 her was reality 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.
She blinked, a little shocked to find she missed the feel of him. That was new. She met his gaze and smiled. “I’d come up with a stronger adjective, but my mind is still too muddled to think straight.”
Pride and satisfaction filled his eyes and tugged a grin onto his talented lips as he traced circles on her shoulder. “How about satiated, fulfilled, content?”
“Those work.” She smiled. “Not that I’m complaining about the muddling, mind you.”
“Neither am I.”
She raised a brow. “You’re muddled too?”
He snorted. “Elle, my mind took a hike the instant you opened the door, dripping wet in a sexy damn bikini.”
“Sorry.” She smiled.
He snorted again. “No, you’re not.”
“I didn’t expect you to stop by.” She lifted a hand to brush the delicious stubble on his jaw with her thumb. “But I’m glad you did.”
“Me, too,” he said, his gaze turning serious. “I wanted to make sure you were okay after that fire. Adrenaline can be tough to deal with.”
Warmth spread through her chest, and it had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the man.
“Thank you. I appreciate it,” Elle said, meeting his gaze, then she smiled again. “And, well, we dealt it that adrenaline masterfully.”
His finger left her shoulder to trace a line down her breast. “Are you sure?”
Breath hitched in her throat. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On if you have another condom,” she replied. “Although I’m on the pill and okay with that if you are.”
Words Elle had never uttered before. Never even would’ve considered it, but she’d never been faced with the possibility of missing out on combusting because of the lack of a condom.
He nodded. “Good to know.” Then he glided his finger over her nipple, twice. “But I do have one more.”
She inhaled at his touch and his words, as heat skittered through her belly. “Then it appears I was wrong. Seems there’s a little bit more adrenaline lingering after all.” She ran a hand down his warm, hard chest. “Is that something you can take care of, Officer Mercer?”
Heat entered his gaze. “Well, now, that depends.”
“On what?” she asked, repeating his early question.
“On if you’re going to come quietly…or loudly.”
Her heart rocked hard in her chest. “That’s going to depend entirely on you, Officer.”
His erection stirred to life against her leg, and he smiled. “Loud it is, then.”