Chapter Twelve #3
Heather hesitated. No one had ever asked her to do that before.
He read her confusion and embarrassment. “So we can be naked together, we can kiss each other, taste each other and perform the most intimate act possible, but you won’t put your hand on top of mine to show me what you like?”
Heat flared on her cheeks. “If you insist on being logical, I refuse to do this with you.”
“Really?” His voice teased her.
She knew he had a point. It was just so personal.
“I’m waiting.”
It was then she realized he’d stopped moving his hand. It was still pressing against her but not doing those delicious things. Jim kissed the side of her neck, then moved down to her breasts.
“I want to please you in every possible way,” he breathed against her skin. “I want you to lose yourself in the moment. I want to feel you reaching that moment of perfect pleasure against my fingers and I want my tongue in your mouth while it’s happening. Let me please you. Show me what you want.”
The ache inside her doubled as he spoke.
She trembled with frantic need. It would take so very little to bring her to release, so she shifted her hand until it was on top of his and led him back to her center.
There she moved him in a tight circle that teased at her most sensitive spot but didn’t brush across it.
“Like that,” she said.
“Thank you.”
Then he was kissing her deeply, and his fingers were performing magic. Her hand fell away only to, a minute or so later, clutch at his shoulder as her body tightened in anticipation. Her hips rose and fell and she had trouble breathing, but none of that mattered.
Closer and closer he drew her until she was shaking and unbearably tense. He broke the kiss to look at her. Their eyes met and she knew he could see everything she was feeling. Her soul was exposed and she didn’t care.
At that moment, he gently stroked the place she most desired. Everything froze as if time had stopped. It was the last whisper of silence before the crash of the storm.
Jim continued to stare at her, then he bent down and plunged inside her mouth as he rapidly and lightly continued to caress her until she exploded in his arms.
The pleasure overwhelmed her. She clung to him to keep from being swept away. She vaguely recalled pulling him closer and gasping, maybe even screaming. She wasn’t sure. The intense release drained the tension from her body. She went limp.
Jim stroked her face and kissed her forehead. “How would you describe it?”
“Extraordinary. Incredible. Wonderful?”
He looked very pleased with himself, but then he had every right to be. She’d experienced that ultimate feeling of ecstasy before, but nothing close to being in the same league as this. It was as if he’d discovered a whole new set of nerve endings in her body and made them all sing hallelujah.
“Did I scream?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“I’ve never screamed before.”
“I’ve never made a woman scream, so we’re even.” He gave her a quick kiss. “We have a little problem.”
She reached between them and touched the length of his arousal. He was hard and ready and his breath caught as her fingers closed around him. “I wouldn’t say little,” she told him. “Not even average. I think this is a big problem.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but that’s not what I mean. I don’t have any condoms with me, and I assume you’re not on birth control.”
“I’m not.” She cleared her throat. “But I do have, well, protection.”
She tensed, half-waiting for his gaze to turn accusing or for him to recoil with disgust. He did neither. Instead, he smiled and said, “I like a woman who’s prepared.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Where are they?”
She pointed to the nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out the small box containing three condoms. The box was still sealed.
She’d purchased it in a fit of defiance after Luke had left her but had never had the occasion to use them before.
A couple of times, she had nearly thrown them out, but now she was glad she hadn’t. They were going to come in very handy.
Jim put on the protection, then shifted until he was between her knees. “I want to be inside you, Heather.”
“I want that, too.” She stroked his face, tracing the outline of his mouth, then cupped his cheeks.
“I’ll take it slow.”
The thought of what those words meant had her shivering in anticipation.
She wanted him to go slowly, to fill her inch by inch until she thought she might die from the pleasure.
Desire swept through her, and it was as if her recent release had never occurred.
She wanted him as powerfully as she had before.
“Make love to me,” she whispered. “Please.”
He braced his weight on his arms, his arousal seeking her feminine place.
She reached a hand down between them to guide him in.
As promised, he went slowly. Her body stretched and contracted, then stretched again.
Her breath caught as wave after wave of incredible need washed through her, leaving her breathless and wanting.