“You have it.” I let go of a breathless laugh. “After what you just did to my body, I’m not going to be thinking about anything else for days.”
“Days.” He smirks. “That’s all? Darlin’, you’re not leaving this bed until I’m sure you’ll be thinking about me seventy years from now.”
Pushing me down onto my back on the bed, he prowls on top of me, taking my mouth in a blazing hot kiss as he covers me with the delicious weight of his body. He feels so good, and I’m so filled with yearning to have him inside me, I can’t resist moving beneath him.
“Now, Jared,” I pant against his mouth. “Please.”
He chuckles, deep in his throat, breaking away only long enough to reach for one of the condoms and tear it open with his teeth. He shifts to the side and rolls the protection on with one hand while I delight myself in stroking the hard contours of his back and firm ass.
After suiting up, he reaches between my legs and torments me some more, teasing my clit and sinking two fingers inside me while he scorches my mouth with another deep, soul-melting kiss.
I moan in complaint when he releases me, but my protest only lasts for a moment. He moves his hips, aligning the broad head of his erection with the opening of my body. Then he pushes inside, inch by glorious inch, a measured thrust that seems to cleave me in two, stretching my tender walls to their limits.
“Ah, fuck,” he rasps, his voice strangled against my ear. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good. Tell me I’m not hurting you.”
I shake my head, incapable of words. The fullness of him inside me twines with the soaring sensation in my chest as he begins to move, invading then drawing back, his strokes building with each motion.
I writhe beneath him shamelessly, arching to take the full measure of every thrust of his body within mine. I’m molten for him, and unable to contain the pleasure ratcheting through me.
“Jared.” His name boils out of me on a low moan as I bring my legs up around his hips to take him even deeper. “Jared, please . . . fuck me harder.”
He growls a wordless sound of agreement and the careful control he showed me a moment ago burns away. I hold on to his shoulders as he drives home, impaling me with long, urgent strokes. Our tempo is fierce, frenzied.
I close my eyes as I start to splinter around him. My breath is galloping, my panting moans building into another wild scream I can hardly bite back.
“Look at me,” he commands me hoarsely.
I lift my lids and find him watching me, his breathing ragged as he crashes into me, pushing me toward the crest of an impossibly steep wave.
“Look at me,” he says again, more forcefully now. “I want you to see me when you come. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Jared,” I gasp, consumed by the feel of him. My climax twists ever tighter, driven by the fierce look in his dark eyes as he watches pleasure break over me.
The scream I can no longer contain claws its way out of my throat, and yes, it’s his name I call out.
He is all I see, all I feel, everything I never dared to want.
“Jared.” I shudder beneath him as the pleasure rocks me. “Oh God, Jared.”
His gaze is wild now, matched by the ferocity of his desire. I can feel it pounding through him. His heartbeat is like thunder. His cock surging, battering me, as if he can’t get close enough, can’t bury himself deep enough.
On a taut snarl, he shifts his position, caging my head between his bent forearms, his fists tangling in my hair. I am riveted to his heated eyes, and to the intensity of his expression as he fucks me.
We are joined intimately, but the connection of our gazes is profoundly deeper. It sears me, branding into me the truth of what I sensed the moment I stepped into Jared Rush’s study and everything else crumbled away. He’s owned me from the instant our eyes met that night.
He knows it, and in a stunned corner of my own consciousness, I know that I’ve owned him since that moment, too.
“Melanie.” He says my name through gritted teeth like a curse, all his focus locked on me. His strokes grow more untamed, his tempo relentless. I reach down between us to feel the power of him as he thrusts into me. He groans my name again, and this time it sounds like a prayer.
He lowers his mouth to mine and plunders my lips, his tongue echoing the rhythm of his driving hips. It’s too much for me to withstand when I’m still lit up like a live wire. I move against him, greedily chasing another climax.
“That’s it,” he rasps into my mouth. “Give it all to me, baby.”
I have no choice but to surrender to the pleasure erupting within me. And Jared gives me no mercy. Holding onto him is like holding onto a storm. He is powerful and overwhelming, electric and unstoppable.
And all the while, he’s looking at me as if I’m the one pulling him under, consuming him.
Maybe we’re both falling too much, too fast. God knows, I’ve felt the terror of losing myself to him every time we’ve been together. Being with Jared like this, feeling him buried so deep inside me I can no longer tell where he leaves off and I begin, there is no room for fear.
If that makes me a naive fool, I can’t even summon the will to regret it.
Jared growls my name and I come on a jagged cry, tumbling helplessly into oblivion. He follows me an instant later, his harsh shout gusting hot
