He drags me closer, mashing our hips together. The ridge of his erection feels enormous against my abdomen, the grinding of his pelvis stoking delicious pressure that speeds my pulse and leaves me quivering in his arms.
His low growl vibrates through me as he slides his fingers between my thighs, giving me just a taste of what I really crave. Penetrating me with one digit, he rolls his thumb over my clit until I’m writhing against his palm and nearly out of my mind with sensation.
I need to touch him, too. I reach between us and feel him as firm as granite, bulging in the unzipped vee of his jeans. I squeeze and stroke his shaft over his straining boxer briefs, reveling in the power that surges against my palm and fingers.
His answering groan only inflames me more. I slide my hand inside to feel the immensity of his arousal. He is a thick column of satin-wrapped heat and power in my hand, hard and pulsing. A bead of slick fluid drips from the crown of his shaft. It coats my fingers as I caress him, creating a wet friction that makes him thrust and surge even harder in my grasp.
“Fuck,” he rasps lifting his head to the side of my neck while I run my hand up and down his length. A shudder racks him, his hips bucking in response to my touch. “I need to find a condom. Now.”
He takes my mouth in a hard, fast kiss, then breaks away from me on a curse. My legs are practically useless at this point, so I sit on the edge of the bed and watch, breath heaving and heart racing, as he pivots to the nightstand and pulls open the top drawer to rummage inside.
“I thought you never use this room.” I sound like I’m sulking, and maybe I am a little.
Jared doesn’t look up from his search of the drawer. “I don’t use it, but Gibson’s in charge of the household staff and inventory, and the man runs a tight ship.” He pauses, swiveling back to face me with several foil packets in his fingers and a wolfish grin on his handsome face. “Remind me to give the old guy a raise.”
His eyes scorch me as he stands there for a moment and drinks me in.
“Don’t move,” he orders, his deep voice husky with arousal.
He tosses the condoms on the nightstand then paces back to where I wait for him. My thighs are slightly parted and my hands are braced behind me on the mattress to hold my balance. Jared stands between my knees, heat and desire pouring off him. He reaches down and spreads me wider, until I am open completely to his fevered gaze.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
He strokes my inner thighs, his fingers rasping over my tender skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. There is a slight shake in his right hand as he caresses me, but his touch is there and gone almost before I even notice it. With my sex entirely exposed to him, he lowers himself in front of me.
“I’m going to make you scream again when I fuck you,” he utters as he leans in to nip at my inner thigh. “But first I need another taste of this gorgeous pussy.”
“Oh, God.” My moan stretches out as his mouth presses into my wet cleft. His beard-shadowed face is a delicious abrasion, contrasted by the slick, soft strokes of his tongue and lips.
I feel unhinged, adrift in a pleasure I’ve never known before.
I’ve never known the need to surrender completely to a man, yet that’s all I can do as Jared feasts on me with toe-curling passion and a ferocity that sends my pulse into a breakneck pace. His mouth is greedy, possessive, an overwhelming force that sets off a shockwave of sensation rocketing through my body.
I whimper, thrashing under the skill of his talented mouth. It’s too much, and I’m too near the edge already. I arch back, my spine bowing as Jared sucks my clit between his teeth and teases it with his tongue.
“Jared, oh God, it feels too good. If you don’t stop, I’m going to break . . .”
His wicked mouth shows me no mercy whatsoever. Thank God.
I can’t halt the orgasm that roars up on me. I can’t slow it down for a second. Pleasure ripples from my clit to my core. I am molten, every fiber of my being splintering in bright shards that erupt in a sea of dizzying stars behind my closed eyelids.
Jared makes a low, animal sound while I come against his mouth. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He rains more kisses on my quivering sex, giving my cleft a long, slow lick of his tongue before he rises up between my sagging legs.
I open my eyes, feeling drugged and unraveled. “That was . . .”
“Just the beginning,” he snarls, staring at me hungrily from under the slashes of his brows.
His hooded gaze is primal and ravenous, his face taut with barely contained control as his hands move roughly to remove the shirt I’ve already unbuttoned. He tosses it aside, revealing bronzed broad shoulders and a muscular chest that tapers to an equally mouth-watering abdomen.
It’s all I can do not to drool as I watch him undress for me.
His jeans and shoes go next, followed by the dark boxer briefs that barely contain his impressive cock. When he’s naked, I simply stare at the perfection of him. Not a flaw or a blemish on his sculpted body, no hideous scars like the one that mars the side of me.
Subconscious now, I glance away from him, knowing he can have his pick of any woman in this entire city. Probably any woman in the world. Why he chose me—not only for his painting, but here and now—I can’t begin to imagine.
“Hey.” His low voice cuts into the doubts spiraling through my mind. He lifts my face on the edge of his
