She didn’t even pretend not to know what he was talking about. “Yes.” She licked her lips as she glanced up at him.
“I’m big, and I wasn’t gentle. Tell me the truth. Did I hurt you?” Jared wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer, but he had to know. He had lost control, something he never did with a woman.
His heart started to settle into a slower rhythm as she shook her head. “No. And you gave it to me exactly the way I needed it, Jared. I needed to forget, and I did. I needed to feel close to you, and I did. I’ll never forget that night because I finally know how pleasurable sex can be. You showed me that.”
He hated hearing her refer to them being together in past tense. Jesus. He had a feeling he’d always need her, and there was plenty he hadn’t shown her.
“No pain?” he questioned harshly.
“Just the stretching of having a man your size inside me. After that it was incredible. And you weren’t rough. You were perfect.” Mara sighed.
Jared shuddered as she put her arms around his neck, pushing her ample breasts against his torso and laying her head on his shoulder in a gesture of complete trust. “I want that again, Mara. I want you again,” he rasped into her hair, inhaling her clean, intoxicating fragrance. “But I want it to be different this time. I want you to be with me for no other reason than because you want me. I want to lick every inch of your soft skin, bury my tongue in your pussy until you come screaming my name. I want to savor every moment of your trembling body while you come.”
She tensed, but she didn’t move. “I haven’t . . . I don’t—”
“No man has ever satisfied you with his tongue,” he guessed, primitive instinct now pounding at him to be the first.
“No,” she whispered. “But we can’t do it again, Jared. It was one night, and I’ll never regret it. It was the most pleasurable experience of my life. But I can’t.”
“Why?” If she’d enjoyed it so much, why couldn’t it happen again? To hell with that. It had to happen again. And again. He’d lose his mind if it didn’t.
“Contrary to what you might have believed that night, I really don’t just screw anyone. You are and were special. I’ve been attracted to you since the moment I met you.”
“I know that you don’t,” he growled, entangling one hand in her silken hair and resting the other on her delectably rounded ass.
“I don’t think I can be your fuck buddy,” she murmured. “I think it would hurt too much. You don’t have relationships, Jared. You have sexual encounters. And I knew that when it happened. But I’m starting my life over, and I want everything to mean something to me. I’d get attached.”
Her words were like a knife to Jared’s gut. Truth was, he wanted to mean something to her. He wanted her attached to him more than he’d ever wanted anything. He wanted to be a hell of a lot more than a fuck buddy to her. Problem was, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted from her. But hell, he was already obsessed with her, and he wanted to bind her to him.
Don’t be a selfish prick.
Gripping her ass, he thrust one of his thighs between her legs and hissed softly as her heated core connected with the denim of his jeans. Even through the material, he could fee her heat, the dampness of her pussy. “You’re wet.”
“Whenever I’m close to you,” she admitted tremulously, lifting her head from his chest and staring up at him.
Satisfy her!
Primitive instinct gripped him by his balls, and all he wanted was to see her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, the tension building and then leaving her body in the throes and aftermath of her climax. “No fucking then. But give me your body. Let me teach you how good my tongue can feel exactly where you want it.” Swooping down, he captured her mouth with his, heart hammering triumphantly as she capitulated and moaned against his lips.
Jared tasted and plundered, unable to get enough of her, doubting if he ever would.
CHAPTER 11
Mara was lost, caught up in Jared’s sensual, heated assault. He was conquering. Captivating. Dominant.
She couldn’t help the instinctive movement of her hips, rubbing her pussy against his thigh as her need for Jared held her steadfastly in its ironfisted grip. The peaks of her nipples rubbed sensually against his powerful torso, and she whimpered as he nipped erotically at her bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue.
“Jared. Please.” Mara didn’t know if she was begging for mercy or for more of the sweet torture he was giving her. She squirmed against him as his mouth trailed down her neck, his tongue leaving a trail of fire on the sensitive skin.
“Tell me you need me, Mara,” he rasped against her ear, his hand still tangled in her hair, manipulating her head the way he wanted it.
“I do. You know I do,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
“This?” He squeezed her ass and pulled her pussy more snugly against his rock-hard thigh.
“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly. “More.”
“Ride me. Imagine my tongue licking that hot pussy, and all over your clit,” he demanded harshly. “Maybe you’re not ready for that right now, so think about it.”
Mara had no idea how that would feel, but in her mind, she could imagine it.
Jared’s handsome face buried between her thighs.
Jared’s tongue abrading her engorged, throbbing clit.
Jared lapping at her sensitive flesh.
“Oh, God. It would be good,” she moaned, pressing her core hard against Jared’s leg in a sensual, frenzied motion. “So good.”