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Under the rubble of those lies, she’d pulled another man free. Dusted him off, helped him to stand. Even now, I saw that truth reflected in her eyes as she stepped into me until she was close enough that her heels rested between my shoes, that I could feel the shape of her soft body, feel the heat of her through my shirt. I peered down at her, my hands roaming the smooth curves of her ass. She gazed up at me, and her lips parted, a smile at the corners as she rose on her toes, angling for a kiss.
I granted her wish, though there was no tenderness. Only the fierce possession of a man on fire.
We twisted together, her shoulders high and hands on my jaw for a long moment. And then I picked her up around the waist, reveling in the weight of her in my arms, in the feel of her legs around me, in the sight of her face hovering just above mine, the ferocity with which she kissed me, the possession equally hers.
When I reached the bed, I laid her down, stretched her out where I could take my time with her body, where I could worship every curve and plane. But when my hips were fitted between hers, she shifted, signaling me to roll over. I pressed those hips into hers, grinding my length against her, and she softened, mewling in a moment of weakness. But then she shifted again, this time with more force, and I didn’t fight.
While I’d taken her enough times to have seen her supine, Jo was not a woman to be told no. She surrendered because she chose to. She gave not as a weakness, but as a gift.
She broke the kiss to rise, straddling my waist, her eyes on her task as she unfastened my buttons to expose my torso. Her hands slid along the ridges and valleys up to my shoulders, so I rose, stealing a kiss as she pushed the shirt down my arms. My hands had barely found her when she laid a palm on my chest and pressed, so those hands took up post on her thighs as she worked to free the rest of me. All the while, I watched her, memorizing the sight of her naked and astride me, kissed by shadows and starlight.
And that was where I stayed, prone and without defense as she rid me of the rest of my clothes, sighing as she drank in the sight of me, stopping when she reached my cock. Her long, pale fingers trailed down the tender skin on either side of my length, then back up, her fingernails brushing my shaft, sending a shudder of anticipation through me.
She hinged, bringing her lips to my chest. My fingers slipped into her hair, thirsty to touch her as she made her way down my body, her nipples grazing my skin as she descended. Her hot breath against my crown. The wet swipe of her tongue in the cleft. Her lips closing over the tip, the gentle pull as she sucked.
My fist tightened in her hair.
Down she went, her hands taking what her mouth couldn’t. And for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to lay there and live in the heat of her mouth. But my mind went restless with thoughts of her body. I wanted to taste her, wanted to hold her pleasure in my mouth, in my hands, and when there was no other thought left but her, I sat, reaching over her shoulders to grab her hips.
“Turn around,” I commanded, and she did, following my lead as I guided her to straddle my chest.
Her back arched as she picked up where she’d left off, and with both hands, I grabbed her ass, spreading her open, my eyes on the flesh between her thighs. I thumbed the slick line, pressed the dip until the tip disappeared, circled the swollen peak. My gaze filled with only her, my nerves knowing only her hot mouth, her languid tongue. And the two senses combined were nearly more than I could bear.
I hooked my arms under her thighs and pulled—she released me with a yelp of surprise, then a cry of pleasure when my mouth found her, filled with her, traced every ripple, every peak. My arms curled tighter, bringing her so close I could barely breathe and didn’t care. All I wanted was right here, on the tip of my tongue, between trembling thighs, my ears ringing with my heartbeat and the whimpering moans from her, the rumbling satisfaction from me.
She was close, her hips shifting in rhythm with my mouth, her hands on my thighs to brace herself. A pulse, and the long kiss deepened, hardened until she bore down, back arched, and came in shuddering waves against my tongue.
