“Waiting isn’t always the best,” she said breathlessly when he tore his mouth from hers. She leaned back and moaned as he grazed her nipples with his teeth, his hands sliding into the waistband of her skirt.
Pierce pushed down everything at once, her skirt, tights and panties, dropping it to the floor to survey her. She was sitting on the counter nude except for her blush. Her lips parted to make a comment, but Pierce stepped between her thighs, cupping her nape in one hand and kissing her fiercely again. She responded immediately, wrapping herself around him, locking her legs around his waist. He could smell her arousal, and shifted slightly so he could caress her with his fingertips. She was slick and wet and ready, and she rolled her hips, rubbing herself against his hand as she gripped his head and feasted on his mouth.
There were no half-measures with Jacquie: she surrendered completely to the fire between them and her abandon was the sexiest thing Pierce had ever experienced. It was honest. It was pure. It was perfect. He slid his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against her clitoris, and she writhed.
“Not just your hand,” she complained, her voice strained.
“I aim to please,” he murmured, nipped her earlobe, then dropped to close his mouth over her again. She tasted so sweet, like summer sunshine or honey, so hot and sexy that Pierce realized he’d never get enough. She cried out, but he was relentless, taking her right to the brink of her release—then because he knew she expected him to retreat, he deliberately pushed her over the edge.
She actually screamed as she came.
Pierce laughed and swung her into his arms while she was still gasping, and headed for the corridor. “We need a condom and a bed,” he said as Jacquie tried to catch her breath.
“First door,” she whispered, plucking at his T-shirt. “Why do you get to be dressed?”
“Ladies first, of course.”
The bedroom was simply furnished, just a queen-sized bed and a long, low dresser with a mirror on the opposite wall. Both were of dark wood and simpler in style than the living room furniture. The closet door was closed and the room was tidy. It was decorated in pale gold, a color that favored Jacquie. There were some candles on the dresser, but Pierce didn’t light them this time.
He paused beside the bed, his arms full of a very satisfied Jacquie. “Any ghosts in here?”
“Not one,” she said, and waved toward the distant wall of pictures. “They live out there.” She stretched to reach for the nightstand. Pierce looked at her in the mirror, admiring one more time the long grace of her. “The condoms are in here,” she said as she opened the drawer. The toys he’d bought were there, too.
“No blindfold,” he said and she looked at him with surprise. “You’re not going to imagine I’m someone else. Not this time.”
She twisted to meet his gaze, her horror clear. “I didn’t last time,” she whispered.
“It thought you were imagining that I was Mitchell.”
“No!” Jacquie shook her head vehemently. “No, oh no, Pierce.” He was relieved and she must have seen it because her smile turned mischievous. “I could never imagine that you’re anyone else, not the way you do what you do. You’re amazing.”
“You like being eaten.”
“I love it. Best ever. No other contenders.” She blushed then and Pierce set her down on the bed. She braced herself on her elbows to watch him undress, her eyes shining with anticipation as he put on the condom. She was kicking her feet playfully, and her hair was tangled, her smile making him feel warm all over.
“Come here already,” Jacquie whispered, patting the bed.
“The best things are worth waiting for,” he reminded her.
“We did it your way last time.”
“We did it several ways last time.” He had to tease her. “Besides, it’s supposed to be worse this time. Less you said. Maybe we should just forget it and save ourselves the disappointment.”
“No!” Jacquie launched herself at him, laughing, and pulled him onto the mattress. Pierce couldn’t resist temptation. He leaned over her, crushing her into the mattress as he kissed her, and caught his breath as her hand locked over him. She caressed him, making him harder and thicker than he could believe, and Pierce broke their kiss again to look down at her.
“I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
“I know. We didn’t do it fast and furious,” she whispered wickedly, her words sending a jolt through him. Her touch was going to send him to the moon. She reached up and kissed his throat, his neck, his ear, then whispered. “I want you now, Pierce. I want all of you. I want you to fill me and drill me and drive me crazy.”
There was no option but to give her what she wanted. She laughed as he rolled on top of her and eased between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him again, locking her arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a soul-destroying kiss. They both inhaled when he first nudged against her, then she opened like a flower to him, the perfect and most irresistible invitation. Pierce eased into her, taking it as slowly as he could, feeling as if his heart was going to explode.
It nearly did when he was buried within her and she moaned
