I don’t know how we ended up in his bed. It happened so quickly that my haunted mind didn’t even register it. The sun was shining through the tall bay window, and my fingers were buried in Jett’s hair, pulling him on top of me as my mouth tugged at his lips with an urgency I had never felt before.

My tongue thrust between his lips and my fingers began to unbutton his shirt to find the hot skin beneath. His muscles were hard and tense, just like the throbbing sensation between my legs.

“Brooke.” His whisper was an unspoken question.

“It’s fine.” As though to prove my point, my right hand clasped around his neck and pulled him down harder, closing the space left between us.

“Wait.” He pulled away slightly, his eyes burning with need. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of your state.”

He wasn’t a bad guy, I could feel it in my heart. Maybe it was the reason I had opened up to him about my past; why I wanted to give him everything I had, my body and mind.

“I told you, I’m fine,” I said. “This is what I need right now. Will you give it to me?”

Our eyes collided and for a moment Jett was all I could see and feel. His fingers moved to trace the contours of my lips, leaving a tingling sensation behind.

“I wish I could ease your pain forever, Brooke,” he whispered.

Yeah, I wished that, too.

My eyes swelled up with moisture. I tried to turn my head to hide my unshed tears but his hand clasped my chin, holding my gaze transfixed on his. Ever so gently he lowered his lips and kissed the corners of my eyes, then moved to my cheeks, then to my lips. Somehow his sensual and tender touch was more erotic than the passion-fuelled kiss we had just shared. His surprising gentleness stoked my arousal to a fevered pitch. I wanted him, and I wasn’t afraid to take it.

My legs wrapped around his hips and I pulled him down until his weight crushed me, almost knocking the breath out of my lungs. His stubble grated my skin as I trailed my lips along his jawline.

“Fuck me, Jett.”

I had never spoken this demand to anyone in my life. It made my cheeks blush with shame, and my nipples throb with anticipation. But I didn’t care. The pain inside me had to be stilled somehow. If only for a short while.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he groaned against my mouth. A moment later his lips found mine in a tortuously slow kiss. He sat up and lifted me onto his lap to remove my shirt followed by my bra. I shrugged out of my jeans and then helped him remove my panties. His fingers lingered between my thighs, rubbing gently between my folds.

“I like it when you’re so wet.” His electric eyes mirrored the desire in his voice.

He didn’t just make me wet; he made me ache for his touch. But today, I wanted to touch him back and make him feel all the sweet things he did to me.

“Take off your jeans,” I whispered, watching him as he followed my command.

Our eyes remained locked as my fingertips grazed the hard ridges of his abdomen and moved to the waistband of his shorts. Beneath them, he was already hard, the contours of his erection clearly visible under the thin material. I pulled them down his hips and watched his impressive erection jerk out. He looked even bigger in broad daylight, the slick crown engorged, ready to take me to pleasure heaven. I only needed to ask.

I ran my fingertips against his swollen shaft and soaked in his deep moan.

“Brooke.” He moistened his luscious lips, and his eyes followed my every move, watching me with such intensity it sent jolts of fire through my sex.

I wanted to lick each droplet from his slick skin. Ever so slowly I held him with both hands and I lowered my mouth onto the thick head, sucking it deep between my lips. He quaked inside my mouth and a sexy rumble escaped his throat.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice sounded just as choked between his ragged breaths, and for once I felt I was in control with no need to hide my desire.

“I want to know what you taste like,” I whispered, repeating Jett’s words when he went down and dirty at the lake.

Releasing him from between my lips, I licked the slit and sucked him back inside, my tongue darting over the broad head in a slow rhythm. He rasped my name once, then again. The sound of his voice turned me on to such an extent, I wanted to throw him onto his back and straddle him, drive his hard flesh into me and demand the climax I felt building within us both.

Not yet.

I wasn’t nearly finished with him. Still gazing up at Jett, I ignored my own needs as I bathed in his lust. With a desperate groan, he pulled away, putting a few inches between us. His erection jerked in my hands. His eyes closed, as a deep shudder rocked his abdomen.

“What are you doing to me?” His voice stroked my senses like silk. He was close; I could see it in his clouded gaze and the way his ragged breath rocked his chest. My hands reached out for him, so I could finish what I had started. He groaned with desire but didn’t protest as I put him back between my lips, sliding my tongue down his length.

“Do you want me to make you come, Jett?”

His breath hissed out between clenched teeth, and his eyes darkened with desire. “Only if you want to.” No pressure, no demands. I liked that about him. It showed that he wasn’t greedy; he liked to give as much as he liked to get.

“I want to,” I whispered, wondering where this confident vixen had been hiding all her life.

Slow or quick?

I bit my lower lip wickedly, wondering whether to tease him mercilessly so he’d never forget me, or give him a hard but fulfilling release he’d never forget either.

In the end I knew what I had to do.

Smiling, I lowered my wet lips onto the swollen tip and sucked it into my mouth slow and deep.

“That’s good, baby. Just like that.”

His deep groans and words of encouragement spurred me on. His fingers tangled in my hair, but he didn’t push. He let me do as I pleased.

“You’re driving me crazy, Brooke.” His whisper turned into a guttural rasp. Circling the base of his thickening shaft, my fingers worked up and down, slowly, then faster, until I felt the tell-tale tremble of his imminent release. I stopped and pressed my tongue against his slick slit, forcing him to a halt. His grip in my hair tightened and his hips rocked forward with their unspoken plead for more. I could feel his racing pulse beneath my fingers, could taste just how close he was in the salty tang of his moisture. The knowledge that I did this to him left me hot and flustered. The sounds and flavors of his arousal excited me so much, my own moisture began to slick my entrance, readying me for his touch.

In our moment of intimacy, I not only owned his lust and pleasure, he was mine.

Tightening my grip around him, I began to suck him deep into my mouth. He rewarded me with another groan, this one louder and more demanding.

Close. So close.

“Brooke.” The muscles of Jett’s rock hard torso tightened and he thrust forward. The big crown jerked and hot moisture surged within my mouth. I kept him perched between my lips until the waves of climax subsided and Jett slumped down next to me, pulling me to his damp chest, one leg resting between my thighs.

He was spent; he had to be because I had given it my all, exhausting every bit of energy. My body snuggled against his hard muscles as Jett trailed his fingers up and down my back. Silence spread around us like a blanket, and I was almost lulled into a morning nap when I felt his lips on my face.

My gaze flew up to take in the wicked smile on his gorgeous face, and I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Jett said, “tease you the way you teased me, and make you come the way no one’s ever made you come before.”

My breath hitched in my throat, and I blushed hard and fast. “I see you’ve never heard of the magic of metaphors?” I pretended to slap his arm, mortified, but in secret I loved his dirty talk.

“Metaphors and flowery language are for those who don’t know how to give their women some good ol’ fucking.” His shaft jerked to life against my thigh. He was up for it. Again.

Holy cow.

Where did he get all this energy from? I watched his hand move between our bodies to touch himself—once, twice, hardening, preparing—until he grew so big I doubted my small body could possibly accommodate him.

“Ready?” His eyes shimmered with humor and something else.

Hell no, I wasn’t.

“Jett.”

His erection rocked against the entrance of my body and in spite of my reservations, I moaned with anticipation. His fingers parted my private lips and spread the moisture pouring from within me.

“So wet and yet so tight,” he murmured, pushing a long finger deep inside of me, followed by another. I panted as his fingers moved in and out in slow cadence, filling me enough to ignite a blaze, but not enough to prepare me for his huge erection. One more thrust and then he pulled out his fingers, replacing them with something much bigger, guiding himself inside my tunnel, impaling and stretching me, filling me up in a single hot movement.

I cried out in surprise as a rush of burning pleasure shot through me. My nerve-laden tissues parted around him as my sex struggled to accommodate the invasion. Burying my nails into the rippling muscles of his chest, I was unsure whether to pull him toward me or push him away. Hot waves of pleasure rolled over me, bringing the sweet promise of release…if only I could stand his sweet torture long enough.

Jett dipped his tongue into my mouth and began to move, his tongue mirroring the fast movement of his hips. Pushing up on his elbows, his palms settled around my breasts. His thumbs began to pinch my hardening nipples, tugging and teasing, and his hard flesh plunged deep inside me. I arched my back to welcome his thrusts and bit my bottom lip hard, struggling to keep from moaning.

“Come for me, Brooke,” Jett whispered. His thumb found the sensitive nub of my clitoris and began to massage it in slow, circular motions. I cried out at the quivering sensations meeting with the currents of fire his thrusts sent through my sex. My body quivered beneath him as my vision blocked out everything but his electrifying eyes transfixed on me, gazing into my soul.

“Jett.” My lips released his name in a long whimper. With each thrust and caress, the pulsing sensation between my legs intensified until I thought I’d pass out from the sheer pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” Jett whispered, cupping my buttocks and pushing himself inside me just a bit deeper. It couldn’t be more than an inch but it was enough to push me over the edge. A strong tremor shot through my abdomen, bringing with it wave after wave of delicious release. Grinding my hips into his, I clenched my muscles around him, struggling to ride the roller coaster of lust just a little bit longer. Jett’s groan joined my cry, and his hot seed spilled deep inside me, filling me with a new sensation.

Eventually, he pulled out of me and rolled to the side, drawing me into his arms like he had before, his lips whispering against my damp hair.

Wow. Just double wow. It was the most amazing sex I ever had.

“Are you okay?”

Cheeks burning, I nodded.

“This was insane. You’re incredible,” he whispered. “You’ve given me more than I ever envisioned anyone could.”

I had to agree I felt the same way. Even though it was just sex, his words made me feel warm and woozy inside. My heart began to thump just a little bit harder as his lips found mine and engaged them in a slow and delicious kiss. As the tension of climax began to fade, we remained locked in our embrace, trembling from the faint ripples of subsiding pleasure. With the bright rays of sun warming our naked bodies, I fell asleep in Jett’s arms, strangely laid-back about the array of emotions this man had started to evoke in me. For the first time, I had surrendered my whole self to a man.