Her husky reply caught him off guard, her adoration clear in her voice. It blasted him straight in the chest that Mara was accepting him exactly the way he was. Correction . . . she actually seemed to like him exactly as he was. Her unconditional acceptance was Jared’s undoing.
The first touch of her mouth on him brought a pleasure so sharp it was almost painful. He tried not to grasp her hair and bury himself in the moist heat between her lips, take everything she was willing to give. He fisted her hair as she left a trail of fire over the head of his cock and started sucking in the large shaft.
Control. I don’t want to hurt her when she’s giving me something no other woman ever has.
It was damn hard not to lose it when she cradled his balls in her soft fingers and stroked them gently, never pausing in her effort to take his cock into her mouth as deeply as possible. Every nerve in Jared’s body was throbbing, begging for relief. Sweat started to trickle down his face as Mara wrapped her hand around the root of him and began to stroke every inch of him with her hand and mouth.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at the erotic sight of her between his thighs. Her eyes were closed as though she was enjoying every lick and suck, and the carnal vision induced such a visceral reaction that Jared had to close his eyes. His head fell back against the headrest of the recliner, and he gave up the fight.
He relished every stroke of her tongue, every vibration that her moans caused along his member. “Good, sweetheart. So fucking good,” he growled as she sucked harder, started moving faster. He stroked over her scalp rhythmically with his fingers, ignoring the primitive instinct to thrust his hips up. For the first time in his life, he let go completely, trusting her to bring his ecstasy to completion. “Get me off, baby,” he encouraged gutturally. “Suck me harder.”
She responded immediately, increasing her suction and her pace until Jared’s head was ready to blow . . . both of his heads, actually. His hips arched instinctively as the tension in his balls and gut tightened unbearably. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Mmmm . . . ,” she moaned around him.
The vibration set him off, and his entire body pulsated as his powerful release pounded through every fiber of his being. “Mara!” He grasped her hair tighter than he meant to, panting as she left him sated and sweating.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
He opened his eyes and watched as she slowly crawled back up his body, her tongue tracing the muscles in his abs and chest, before she settled carefully back into his lap.
She looked beautiful as she shot him a naughty, sultry look, her hair mussed and her lips moist. Snaking one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, he brought her talented mouth down to his, savoring the taste of himself on her lips as volatile emotions bombarded him.
I need her so damn much.
His heart swelled as she responded to him so sweetly, so automatically that it was difficult for Jared to pull his lips from hers. “You just rocked my world,” he admitted huskily, looking into her sexy, dark eyes. The words were way too mild for the way he was actually feeling, but he didn’t know what else to say.
She lowered her forehead against his and gently stroked back his hair. “Good,” she answered, sounding vulnerable and relieved. “I was afraid I wouldn’t do it the way you usually like it.”
“I don’t like it any particular way. It’s never happened before.” She’d given him something special. She was special. The least he could do was throw away his manly pride and tell her the truth.
Lifting her head, Mara looked at him, astonished. “But you’ve had a lot of women—”
“I’ve fucked a lot of women, Mara. But not a single one of them has ever wanted to go down on me.” Usually, Jared figured they just wanted to get off and collect whatever they could from him. That was the type of woman he usually sought out. They were safe. He knew what to expect, and he knew what he had to give in return. He had no idea exactly what to do with a woman like Mara. “And I haven’t screwed every woman I’ve ever been pictured with. A lot of them are just casual dates for charity functions or acquaintances. Contrary to what a lot of people think, I’m not a total man-whore. I’ve had my fair share of women, but I usually stay far away from women as sweet as you.”
She gave him a puzzled look. “Why? You deserve a woman who cares about you.”
Jared didn’t have an answer, and he stared at Mara darkly. It took him a moment to form a reply. “Maybe I don’t think I deserve that kind of woman.” Subconsciously, he’d probably always sought out exactly what he thought he deserved after being responsible for the deaths of two people.
Kissing him on the forehead gently, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You do,” she muttered tenderly. “I think you need it, and you’re probably even more entitled to it than a lot of men. You’re special, Jared.”
He stood, taking her with him before lowering her to the floor and sprawling his body on top of hers. “What about you? You deserve so much more than I do. You’ve spent most of your life taking care of other people, ignoring your own needs.” Hell, Mara was the most selfless person he’d ever known, male or female.
Recovering from the change in position quickly, she smiled up at him. “You’re a lot hotter than I am,” she joked, twining her arms around his neck again. “And much too hard to resist.”
Jared swallowed hard as he came to his knees between her thighs and shrugged out of his shirt impatiently, tossing it aside. “If you think that, you aren’t seeing what I’m seeing right now.” Everything about her was impossible to ignore. She was a temptress and an angel. She was wicked and an innocent. Her dark eyes were fathomless, deep whirlpools filled with emotion, and she touched Jared in ways that terrified the hell out of him. She was a temptation beyond his ability to control, and she belonged to him.