Part 23 (1/2)

Her nipples grew tight, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swollen. She desperately wanted him-his mouth, his hands-to ease away the ache. To give her a taste of the pleasure her life had been missing for such a very long time.

But when she cupped her own hands to the sides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, kneading the fullness, pinching at her nipples with forefingers and thumbs until her breathing quickened and came in sharp, panting bursts, Blue suddenly stopped.

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her with a fiery gaze. ”What's wrong?”

He shook his head. ”Christ, but you're beautiful.”

”You don't have to flatter me to get laid, you know.” It was so much easier to flirt and to tease than to be overtaken by the rush of emotion evoked by his words. An emotion she didn't want to feel, because in fewer than twenty-four hours she'd be on her way home.

”I thought you might've learned to accept a compliment by now,” he said softly, reminding her of how many times and in how many ways he'd soothed her with nothing more than his voice.

She blinked back tears she didn't want to cry and gave him a wry smile instead. ”I'm not sure that will ever happen.”

He spent a long moment staring into her eyes, a moment during which Jessie had to force herself to remain still, to breathe slowly and calmly, to not reach for him the way she so wanted to do. She should've known she could never escape this weekend without involving more than her body. Now what?

She refused to buy into the hope that he was involving more, a hope that grew the longer he remained silent. Flippant and teasing she could handle. Mindless s.e.x she could handle. A second round of broken hearts would be too much to bear.

”What are you looking at?” she finally asked when it seemed he had no intention of looking away.

”What?” He frowned. ”You mean you don't want to know what I'm thinking? Contrary to popular women's magazines, men can use both heads at the same time.”

She arched a brow. ”Read a lot of Cosmo, do you?”

”Only the covers in checkout lines.”

”Hmm. I didn't know the Maxi Mart was so progressive.”

”What's with you, Jess? You used to take s.e.x between us seriously. All this time I've been thinking that casual s.e.x and the City att.i.tude was nothing but a ratings ploy. And, yes, I do get HBO.”

She shook her head, frightened to death of admitting the truth but knowing a dose of honesty between them would give leaving more of a pleasant after taste. ”I have a great life, Blue. I love my job and have incredible friends. The money's great. If I want to travel, I do. If I want to shop, I don't think twice about my budget. There's only one thing I don't have.”

”A man.”

”No, actually I do have a man. A very nice man. Kind and stable and successful.”

”Well, isn't that special.” He rolled off of her and onto his back.

She s.h.i.+fted up to lean over him. ”It would be, except when he kisses me I feel nothing.”

”And when he f.u.c.ks you?”

She shook her head. ”I haven't slept with him yet. He's being very patient.”

”Sounds like a saint.”

”He is.” This time Jessie was the one to roll away, to pull her uncertainties around her. ”And he deserves a woman who can appreciate him, not one obsessed with s.e.x.”

”Doesn't appear to me as if you're obsessed at all.”

”But I am. When we're out? All I can think about is what it would be like to sleep with him, to take him home to bed. How unfair is that when I fake even enjoying his kiss? He's everything I've ever wanted, and he leaves me totally cold.”

Blue raised up, loomed over her, his expression burning with a possessive, primal heat. ”So, you came to me to get off. Yeah, I'm really into being a s.e.x surrogate.”

”No, Blue. I can get myself off just fine. I've been doing it for years. I came to you to see if I'm as unresponsive as I seem to be. If it's me... or if it's them.” And now for the big confession. ”Or if you're the only one who will ever be able to make me come.”

”Why don't we find out?” And then he lowered his head.

Chapter Eight.

Her mouth was unbelievably giving and warm; she parried to every thrust of his tongue. And he couldn't believe she had any doubt about her s.e.xuality. He'd never known a woman admit to loving s.e.x the way Jessie Buchanan loved s.e.x.

With her hands gripping his shoulders, he kissed her hard, ruthless in his intention to make her feel anything, everything. To figuratively tear her to pieces, to make her understand the truth of what they shared, the depth of their connection.

To make her feel what she did to him. He wanted her to know that he'd spent all these years hating her because no one else had ever delivered on the physical promises she'd made.

And he wanted to get that back.

When he tore his mouth from hers, she gasped, and gasped again when he moved down her body and curled his tongue around first one pebbled nipple then the other. Back and forth he suckled, drawing on her areolas with his lips, teething her gently until she cried out and writhed.

He took her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands, pressing the plump orbs together, breathing in the scent of her arousal when he nuzzled and lapped at her skin. He wanted to straddle her chest, pump in and out of the soft valley until his b.a.l.l.s retracted into his body and he shot his hot load.

He'd loved f.u.c.king her t.i.ts, and remembered too well the look in her eyes as she'd waited, as she'd watched, her lips parted in antic.i.p.ation as if she wanted his c.o.c.k in her mouth more than she wanted to breathe.

Even now blood surged and he thrust forward, the head of his c.o.c.k sliding along her soft inner thigh. Her hands moved down his sides and she reached between their bodies. He backed up and away before she took him into her hand.

The fire behind him popped and crackled, bathing Jessie's skin in flickering light. He slid farther down her body, kissing his way around her navel and over the swell of her belly until he reached the patch of black hair neatly trimmed above the soft lips of her p.u.s.s.y.

Kneeling between her spread legs, he placed both hands on her thighs and opened her farther, loving the way her juices glistened in the flickering light, like clear crystal sugar coating pink silk.

And the sweetness was all his.

He moved closer, breathing deep of her scent that was salty and warm and caused the fire in his groin to surge hotter. He closed his eyes against the new pressure, opened them again once he found his control. And then he dipped his head, stuck out his tongue and pushed it into her gorgeous c.u.n.t.

She cursed loudly and cried out his name. He swirled his tongue inside her, pulling out to slide the flat from her hole, between her l.a.b.i.a and up to her c.l.i.t. Once there, he drew the hard knot between his lips, sucking her c.l.i.toris into his mouth to flick with the tip of his tongue.

She spread her legs wider, drawing up her knees and pus.h.i.+ng up onto her elbows to watch. Her dark eyes reflected the flames from the fire and sparked with a consuming need. He couldn't wait for her to burn him alive.

He wet two fingers with his mouth and, as her eyes flared, pushed them inside her, lowering his head to lap and to suck, teasing her c.l.i.t with soft touches and harder strokes while fingering her in the steady rhythm he knew she loved.

Christ, but she was wet. He couldn't help it; he reared back onto his knees and spread her juices over the head of his c.o.c.k. She whimpered, watching as he gave himself pleasure, and he was almost unable to stop from coming. He closed his eyes and reached behind his b.a.l.l.s, pressing upward against the surge.

And then he felt Jessie's fingers tangling with his as she took over applying the pressure he needed, wrapping her other hand tightly around his shaft while his breathing settled and he found his control. Of course, then it was all he could do to pry her hands away and push her down to her back.