CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jessa slipped her gaze down his nice-fitting T-shirt and loose jeans, and had a familiar throbbing between her legs. He ran his fingers through his hair and a lock dropped over his forehead. “You haven’t answered me, cowboy. Can you allow me complete control?”
“Yes.” His husky voice spoke of his internal tug of war. She imagined it would be hard for a man like Jace to give up all control.
“Clasp your hands behind your back.” He did as she requested and she reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and sliding it down his muscular arms. She used the material to bind his hands so he couldn’t move, not easily anyway.
Oh my. Her mouth went dry as she strolled her gaze leisurely down his broad shoulders, narrow hips where his jeans hung in that special way. He was stunning. “Are these scars from the rodeo?” He nodded. She ran her finger down his ribcage and along one white mark. He had the remaining purple and green bruising leftover from Suicide’s wrath.
“What are you planning?” He lifted a brow.
“Ah-ah. You said you trusted me. Then prove it.” She walked two fingers down his warm chest, stopping momentarily at the small patch of crisp hair in the center, then continuing down his rippled abdominal muscles.
His lips curved into a half smile. “Yes, I did say that, didn’t I?”
She leaned in. “Now, don’t move.” She kissed his tight jawline, his neck, his chest, rolling her fingers around his flat nipples. He sucked in a breath and she smiled. “Sensitive, are we?”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there watching her. She took a step back and slipped her jacket lower, exposing her bare shoulders. “I’ve come dressed for the occasion.” With a flick of her wrists, she dropped the jacket to the floor, then stood before him, completely naked. His breath came in a hiss.
His eyes were intense, beckoning. He started to move and she held up a hand to pause him. “The rules are you don’t move.”
“Fuck!” he growled.
Reaching out, she touched his waist and knelt before him. With trembling feelings, she unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper, dragging the denim down his thick thighs. She bent and kissed his erection through the fabric of his boxers. He jerked and moaned.
One hand braced on his thigh and the other clutching his balls in her palm, she gently squeezed. His body grew tighter. She loved seeing the changes in him.
“J-Jessa?”
“Just relax and only feel. Let me take you to a place of nirvana.”
He licked his lips as she eased down the waistband of his boxers, just enough until his cock was visible. He was fully hard and the head thick. She enjoyed that she could get him ready so quickly.
“What the hell are you doing to me, woman?” His husky voice vibrated her nipples.
She pulled the underwear lower. “What does it look like?” She leaned in and inhaled, then exhaled slowly, blowing her hot breath along the length of him. He groaned and she chuckled. “Now you’re understanding.” With the tip of her tongue, she dabbed at the head of his erection, licking up the salty flavor. Anticipation danced through her. “I could write a hundred songs about you and your body. It’s just that amazing.”
“Torture. Sweet, sweet torture.”
She looked up his body. “Should I stop?”
“Hell no!” he groaned.
“Didn’t think so.” No longer waiting, she jerked his boxers all the way to his ankles, then clasped his warm shaft in her hand. So hard. So warm. So damned perfect. She’d never get enough.
Sliding her mouth over him, she sucked him in, easing him to the back of her throat. He jerked his hips forward as she clutched his thighs. The crisp hair tickled her palms.
“Damn! Damn!” He seemed to have more words to say, but that particular one was the only one he could manage.
She rolled her mouth to his plump tip. “Now, now. Are you relaxing?” she teased.
“How. Is. That. Possible?” he said between pumps of his hips. “You’re like a honeyed electrical shock to my system.”
She nestled him into her mouth again, wrapping her lips around his wide girth, taking on a rhythm that had him panting and sweating. Glancing up at him, grinning, she planned to make his toes curl. She’d give him something he’d never forget.
*****
If someone would have told Jace that one day beautiful Jessa Garvey would be on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock, he would have laughed. But here she was, and doing a great job at showing him that her mouth not only sung melodic tunes, but could give an amazing, skilled blowjob.
She stroked him with her lips and tongue, suckling and nibbling, pouring sweet torture through him. Her velvety mouth was warm and incredible. And when she grinned mischievously, he realized her goal was to inflict sweet, sweet havoc on him. He didn’t mind, not one bit, but when it came his turn, paybacks were hell. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.
He rode each luxurious wave, wanting to rip the T-shirt from his wrists, but he liked the game. She wanted control, and he’d give it to her.
She shifted, changing her position, and rolled her teeth along his sensitive flesh. He clenched his teeth, thrusting his hips forward, and she glided him deeper. He loved how she surprised him by coming to his cabin, unveiling the naughty side of her. She sucked him so good with the right amount of pressure and rhythm.
He was getting a good idea that she was multi-talented.
Looking down at her, his breath hitched. Damn, the realization that he cared for her struck him like a flash of lightning. And it wasn’t because she was skilled in bed. No, the feelings had grown almost overnight.
She peered up at him, her cheeks sunken and her plump, pink lips swollen around him. Her wicked grin made him tremble.
How could he have not known that his feelings would grow for her? How did he think they could play house and not invest emotion?
Stupid!
He was playing Russian roulette with his heart.
She hummed around him and his thoughts shot back to the moment. The sensations rolling through him were raw and ragged…unbridled.
His fingers ached to touch her. He started to move and she released him from her mouth, her eyes narrowing. “Be still, Mr. Jackson.”
“It’s too damn hard not to touch you.”
“In due time.”
She kissed his erection, rolling her tongue along the slit and his heart almost stopped. There was nothing sexier than watching her lick his cock. She kissed it, stroked it, and treated it with such care that she almost drove him across the border into insanity. While stroking him with her tight fist, she kissed his stomach, his hips, his thighs, and he shivered.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Just as you drove me wild the other night?”
Fuck! “Don’t think it won’t happen again,” he warned.
“It better happen again.” She winked as she grabbed his cock tighter, stroking it with deliberate caresses. Then she drew him in again, with a faster pace that warned him what she wanted.
She wanted him to come.
He would, but for now, he had to have her.
He ripped his hands from the T-shirt, grabbed her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. He bent in front of her and nuzzled his nose in her sweet-scented pussy. Slowly gliding the tip of his tongue along her clit and lips, he lapped up her delicate juices, until her hips jerked and her thick cream covered his chin.
Standing, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Shit! Bad news, sweetheart. I didn’t restock my stash of condoms.” Damn. How could he have been so forgetful?
She frowned. “You didn’t?”
He gave a small shrug. “I didn’t have a chance.” He couldn’t believe he’d screwed up.
“I thought you bought a box from the gas station?”
“I did, but there were only three, and have you forgotten what we did before the cab driver arrived? And after?”
Her shoulders slumped.
“Don’t frown. You’re too beautiful for that.” He touched her chin lightly. “Please stay tonight. I want to sleep with you.”
Together, they climbed into his bed, and he pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Sleep, beautiful. Sleep in my arms.”