Part 14 (1/2)

Apparently, he did, too, because his muscles quivered under her hands. She started to withdraw them.

”Don't,” he said, softly but harshly. ”Don't stop. Touch me.”

Emboldened by his reaction, Jill ma.s.saged his shoulders.

His head fell forward, and he shuddered. ”Feels so good.”

”What's for dinner?” she asked, her lips close to his back, so close.

”Shrimp and salad.” His voice sounded strained, which made her smile as she kneaded muscles gone tense under her hands.

”Sounds good.”

A loud click caught her attention as he turned off the grill.

”Is it done?”

”Yes.”

He left the skewers of barbequed shrimp on the grill when he closed the lid and turned, his eyes hot with desire that had Jill taking a step back from the almost predatory look he sent her way. His arm hooked around her waist to keep her from escaping.

”Ashton-”

Whatever she was about to say-and she had no idea what she'd been about to say-was lost when his mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding.

Her arms encircled his neck as he lifted her right off her feet and took her inside. His tongue entered her mouth in questing strokes that made her head spin and her heart pound. She'd never been kissed like this before, and nothing could've prepared her for the overwhelming need that had her pressing against him with increasing urgency.

When he lowered them to the sofa, Jill tightened her hold on his neck.

As he came down on top of her, molding his body to hers, he tipped his head and took the kiss deeper. He propped himself on one elbow and his other hand dipped under her top, pus.h.i.+ng her bra out of the way. The heat of his hand on her bare breast seared her.

He tore his lips free and gazed down at her, devouring her with his eyes. ”Tell me to stop.”

Jill shook her head.

”Are you sure?”

”Yes.” She reached for him. ”I'm sure.”

He pushed her top up and focused his attention on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, licking and sucking and even biting gently as he somehow managed to remove her tank top and bra.

Jill had never experienced anything remotely similar to the all-consuming way he loved her as he kissed his way down the front of her. When he unb.u.t.toned her jeans and tugged at them, she raised her hips to help him get them off.

And then he stopped, resting his forehead on her belly. ”I didn't want it to be like this.”

Jill combed her fingers through his thick hair. ”Like what?”

”Fast and frantic on the sofa. I wanted to take my time and make you come so many times you wouldn't know your own name. And then I'd make love to you.”

Her heart beat fast as she realized how much thought he'd put into this. ”How about we do that next time?”

He gazed up at her. ”Yeah?”

She nodded and held out her arms. ”Come here.”

Ashton s.h.i.+fted up, propping himself on his arms. ”I'm here.”

”Closer.”

Smiling, he lowered himself, bringing his chest into contact with hers. The coa.r.s.e hair rubbed against her straining nipples, making her crazy. She ran her hands down his back to dip them into his shorts.

”Jill.” This was said through gritted teeth as he pressed his erection against her belly.

She curled her legs around his hips to better align them and moved one of her hands to the front of his shorts.

He dropped his head to her shoulder and seemed to freeze as he waited for her next move.

Jill decided to prolong the pleasure by skimming her fingers over his lower belly in teasing strokes that made him groan.

”Do you want me to beg?”

”I think I do. Yes.”

Half laughing, half groaning, he thrust his hips in an effort to get what he wanted. ”I'm begging.”

Jill decided to have mercy on him and wrapped her hand around his straining member. Her mouth went dry as she learned his length and width by stroking him slowly.

”Jesus,” he whispered. ”You're going to finish me right off like a h.o.r.n.y teenager.”

Jill laughed at the torture she heard in his voice. ”Would that be so bad?”

”Yes, it would be bad. You'll always remember that I ruined our first time together.”

”You're not ruining anything.” To prove her point, she tightened her hand around him and stroked him harder, taking the choice away from him.

He pumped his hips, matching the rhythm of her hand. ”Jill...”

She turned her head and kissed him, giving him her tongue in gentle strokes that were in sharp contrast to what she was doing to him with her hand. She'd never been so brazen or forward with a man and discovered she quite liked the reactions she was drawing from him.

The arm he was resting on trembled with the effort to hold himself up as she kissed and stroked him to an explosive finish. He cried out as he spilled into her hand. By the time he'd recovered from the powerful release, she'd freed him from his shorts.

”Condom,” he said. ”Need one.”

”Where are they?”

”Bathroom. Upstairs.”

”Let me up.”