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Oh God. Her mouth was watering with the need now while her lips were drying with nervous excitement. She licked over them quickly, her breath hitching as his eyes darkened at the movement.
“I haven’t. ” She shook her head, entranced by the shifting color of his eyes.
She never had. Had known no desire for it, until now. Her hand gripped the cushion beneath her, her nails biting into the fabric as the bulge inside his jeans seemed to get larger.
“I won’t follow your rules,” he growled. “You’ll share my bed. I’ll touch you, hold you, kiss whenever I damned well please. If you can’t handle that, Kimber, then you better get the hell off my farm now. Because I’ll be damned if I’ll fight the need knowing how hot and hungry you can get. ”
She lost her breath. Sitting there, staring up at him, fire exploded in her body, washing through her veins and sending the juices spilling from her desperate pussy. She couldn’t contain the whimpering moan that whispered past her lips, or the sudden, overwhelming urge to experience every touch, every sensation he had painted on the canvas of her imagination.
“Undo that fucking braid,” he growled. “Now. ”
The braid? She blinked up at him for a second in confusion, her mind so entranced with pictures of them entwined, his arms wrapped around her, his larger body shielding hers, possessing her, that for a moment she wasn’t certain what he meant. Then she blinked as it connected, her hands raising, pulling the length of her hair over her shoulder as she pulled at the stretchy band holding the braid in place.
Within minutes her hair was spread out over her shoulders, the long, fiery ringlets falling around her in wild disarray.
“God, that’s so pretty,” he whispered, his voice thick with longing as she pushed the mass over her shoulder nervously.
“Now, stand up. I want to watch you undress. All the way, Kimberly. Let me see that hot little body I’ve been dying for. ”
She could hear the raging hunger in his voice; see the lust glittering in his darkened eyes. She rose slowly to her feet, her hands going to the buttons
of her blouse as she fought to stand steady.
He towered over her. She had never noticed that before, not really. How tall and broad he was, how much stronger and heavier. He would cover her like a living blanket; shield her from even her own fears.
“I’m scared,” she suddenly whispered, though her fingers never paused as she finished with the buttons. “I’ve never done this before, Jared. ”
Not like this. Before, at The Club, she had known the rules, known what was coming. She showed up, undressed and prepared herself in the privacy of her room before donning a robe and heading to the bar area. There, she would order a whisky over ice, down the liquid courage and turn to whichever member awaited her.
There were few preliminaries before she was bent over a table or pulled onto a hard, willing cock. There were no kisses, no foreplay, no breathless anticipation.
His fingers paused as he unbuttoned his own shirt. Stepping closer, his hands framed her face, his gaze holding hers hostage as he whispered a kiss over her lips.
“I’m going to eat you up,” he warned her sensually. “There won’t be a place on your body that doesn’t know my kiss, or a single cell that isn’t crying for my touch. There’s no reason to be scared, honey. No reason at all. All I’m going to do is love you. ”
Chapter Eight
She could drown in his kiss. Kimberly whimpered beneath the lustful demand as Jared held her against his half naked body long moments later, his hands roaming over her back and hips as his lips and tongue possessed her with an assurance, an ownership she knew she could never deny.
Her hands buried in the thick, short strands of his hair as she arched closer, trying to feel every inch of him, every hard muscle and strong contour of the fierce male body she was plastered to. She couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel him deep enough inside her skin.
Every breath she took was filled with his scent, with his passion, until she felt consumed by him.
“Good, baby,” he groaned roughly as he tore his lips from hers long moments later, his hands pushing her blouse from her shoulders before his lips slid down her neck, finding the creamy, swollen curves of her upper breast as she arched to him. It was heaven and hell. Ecstasy and agony.
“You’re killing me,” she whimpered, feeling his fingers on the buckle of her belt, releasing it quickly before he attacked the snap and zipper of her jeans.
Within minutes he had everything stripped from her except the damp, violet thong she wore. Her juices spilled from her pussy, wetting the small triangle between her thighs as Jared slid the backs of his fingers over the soft fabric.
“I’m going to make you scream for me,” he warned her, his voice husky, deeper, darker than she had ever heard it before. “I’m going to make you burn, Kimber, in more ways than one. ”
She shuddered in pleasure from his voice alone. The gravelly tone rasped over her nerve endings and made her ache in ways she had never ached before. She had never known this overwhelming compulsion, this craving for another person’s touch.
“Jared, it’s killing me,” she panted with the excess sensation, trembling as his lips teased the tip of her nipple, his breath wafting heatedly over it, his lips barely smoothing it, toyed with her.
“Then you’ll surely die before it’s over if it’s killing you now. ” She could hear the wisps of amusement lingering at the edges of his passion. “Just relax, Kimber. You don’t have anything to worry about here. Nothing to fear. I’ll take care of you, baby. ”
She jerked, crying out as his lips snagged the small gold ring that pierced one of her nipples and tugged. She could feel the pleasure whipping through her body, bolts of it spearing into her womb as her hands fell to his shoulders, her nails piercing the hard muscles there.
