Page 27 of Mountain Shadow

Jens nodded. “I’m going to give you everything you need, Sarah.”

He undid each button almost reverently until the fabric fell aside to reveal a light blue balcony bra. Every time she took a breath, he could almost—but not quite—see the edge of her nipples.

“You’re so beautiful, Sarah,” he said huskily. He wanted to go slow with her, but his control felt like it was about to snap. He pushed the sides of the shirt gently so they fell back from her shoulders, watched the soft material fall all the way to the ground.

Sarah stood very still in the light blue bra and a pair of tight leggings that hugged her hips tightly.

“God,” Jens said. His hand cupped the weight of one breast lightly—a real handful for someone so petite. She arched into his touch, whimpering.

“More,” she said.

He reached back and easily unclipped the bra, freeing her breasts. His large hands came to squeeze the softness of each breast, watching the nipples pucker.

No longer able to deny himself, he placed his hands along her waist—she was so tiny, his fingers almost met on either side—and pulled her up onto the high counter, placing her closer to eye level.

He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. He splayed one hand on her round, perfect ass, pushing her against his erection. With his other hand, he rolled her free nipple.

She moaned, her back arching to get more of her breast into his mouth. He savored her reaction. Even though his sexual encounters had been limited to one-night stands for many years, pleasure wasn’t pleasure unless it was shared, and nothing pleased him more than a woman’s enjoyment in bed. He teased her nipple gently with his teeth.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

He lowered his mouth to her ear. “You have no idea how badly I want you, Sarah.”

She turned her face towards him. “I want you too,” she whispered fiercely. “You don’t have to be so careful with me. I won’t break, you know?”

Her hands came to his belt, undoing it deftly. As her fingers grazed his cock through the denim of his jeans, Jens felt close to exploding. The unexpected feeling took him back to his teenage years.

He took her wrists and trapped them both inside one of his larger hands.

“You’re going too fast,” he whispered, kissing up from her breasts to her collarbone.

“You’re going too slow,” she retorted.

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Sarah

Something beeped insistently in the background.

“It’s just the oven. It’ll stop,” Jens said, then went back to kissing her. She jumped as he reached the erogenous spot behind her ear, then settled in to suck on her earlobe.

“I need more,” she begged.

She pulled against his hand and he let her go, though it thrilled her to know how easily and effortlessly he could have held her in place, if he’d really wanted to.

Her hands went to the waist of her leggings, pulling down jerkily to get them out of the way.

“Let me help you with that,” he said, cupping her butt cheeks and lifting easily, until the fabric slid down her legs.

He stared transfixed at her blue lace panties, the intensity in his gaze making her grow even wetter. A spot of moisture on the blue fabric spoke volumes of her feelings.

“You’re wet for me,” he said huskily.

His large fingers came to rest between her legs. It was exactly where she needed him, though there was still a layer of clothing between them.

“Take it off,” she growled, too far beyond need to care how desperate she sounded.

He shook his head. “Next time, I’ll take you in the kitchen.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, softly caressing her ear. “This first time, I want you in my bed.”