There’s a reason I’m glowing. He’s lit me up from the inside. I’m completely wrung out. Just a heap of liquid limbs and warm skin, a pounding heart and tingling bits—and it’s all his fault.
“And the sounds you make,” he continues, his voice going deeper. He scoots closer, the mattress dips and I roll closer to him, like I have no control of my body. “They make me fucking insane, Jade.”
The sounds I make? I try my best to be quiet but he encourages me to say things. Whisper things. Moan and groan and whimper and cry out and…
Oh, God. I make a lot of sounds.
“Um, I think I have that sort of effect on guys, and not in a good way,” I joke, my eyes still closed, my voice but a mere whisper. I’m sort of fading. Three orgasms will do that to a girl, especially a girl who was given three orgasms the night before too. It’s some sort of record in my book. I go from zero to six within twenty four hours with a guy.
Shep is the overall gold medal winner in making me come.
“Mmm, in the absolute best way.” He tangles his legs with mine, wrapping one around the back of my thighs and drawing me closer so I have no choice but to run smack into him. I automatically slip my arms around his waist and press my cheek against his chest, concentrating on the sound of his thumping heart. He rests his chin on my head, his arms around me, hands on my butt.
This is good. Comforting. I feel…safe wrapped up in his arms, nestled close to his naked body and that’s stupid, right? I’m just putting it all out there and I’ll only get hurt in the end. That’s what scares me. He has power and I have none. Not that I’ve handed over any power to him, he came into this…thing between us holding all of it right off the bat.
I hate it.
“I’m made of boy repellent,” I tell him sleepily, wondering why I even opened my mouth. Yeah, convince him how much boys dislike you. Way to keep him interested. “They never want to get too close for fear I might take them out.”
“Take them out? I agree you’re pretty damn tough. And you know how to throw a hell of a slap, Frost.” I really like it when he calls me by my last name. Is that weird? It’s weird. “But deep down inside, you’re just a softie.”
Well, maybe I am with him…
“Besides, you haven’t met the right one yet,” he says, sounding completely logical. “You’re dealing with the wrong kind of guys. Hence the words boy repellent.”
I open my eyes and shift, and he moves away so I can lift my head to stare up at him. “Did you just say hence the words?”
“Yeah. I’m trying to prove to you that I’m a man, not a boy.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then my cheek. Oh, then my other cheek. Like he can’t stop. “By using fancy phrases and stuff.”
“You don’t need to prove to me you’re a man with your stellar vocabulary. I already…” I clamp my mouth shut. I can’t continue on with what I was going to say can I? No way.
His fingers are on my lips, as if he wants to pry them open and force me to speak. “Finish that thought.”
I shake my head.
“Jade…”
“No,” I murmur against his fingers. Oh God, I can smell myself on them. These are the very fingers that were just inside my body, bringing me to a magical orgasm along with that very magical mouth and tongue and…yes, his teeth. Who knew teeth could be so sexy? Clearly I haven’t been living a full life, I swear to God.
“Yes.” He cradles my jaw and leans in, his mouth on mine once more in a brief kiss. “Tell me how you already know I’m a man.”
“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” I deny and he smiles against my lips. That wonderful, wide, he doesn’t give a crap about anything smile Shep is so good at giving.
“Stop lying.” He kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine lazily. I can taste myself on him too and just like last night, arousal courses through me, heady and strong. His cock rises between us, ready to rejoin the action and a moan falls from my lips. I’m tired, my limbs feel heavy but if he rolled me over right now, it would be so easy for him to slip inside me…
“Tell me,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss. “Is it because I can make you come so hard your legs shake?”
I say nothing. Don’t bother denying his words because they’re the truth.
“Or maybe it’s the way I fuck you. There’s no fumbling, no denying you your satisfaction.” He kisses my neck, licks my skin and I tilt my head back, giving him better access. “You get what you deserve every single time.”
What I deserve. I like that. “Maybe it’s because you’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met,” I murmur.
“Confident,” he corrects, shifting away from my neck so he can meet my gaze once more. “Maybe you liked that I knew what I wanted and I went after it with no hesitation.”
I frown at him. “What did you want?”
His smile returns, cocksure and bright in the dimness of the dark room. “You, baby. You.”
And then he’s kissing me again. Stealing all my words, stealing all my thoughts. Stealing away everything that is me, until all I can focus on is the glide of his tongue against mine, his big hands roaming my body, his erection brushing against my belly. He flips me around so my back is to his front and I feel him reach for one of the condoms that’s resting on the bedside table, I can only assume.
The next thing I know his hand is on my breast, his warm, slightly rough palm rubbing my sensitive nipple. He’s kissing and nibbling my neck, his other hand is spreading my legs and then he’s inside me, taking me from behind, his thrusts slow and shallow, like he has all the time in the world.