But this? This was unfamiliar territory. Despite the fact that he wasn’t an expert—not fucking close—he did know making love took patience and finesse. Two things he’d never been good with.
I can do this. I can be gentle and in control.
Determined to make her feel as good as she deserved, Adrian laid on the mattress beside her. Using his fingertip, he began tracing her hairline, her jawline…her bottom lip.
Just before he leaned in for another taste, he whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
Just like that, it became his new mission in life. To take care of this woman in every way possible. From this moment on, whether it be pleasure or protection, Adrian would make sure she had whatever she needed.
Adrian pressed his lips to Jenna’s chin, down the side of her neck, and lower. Leaving a trail of kisses, he made his way down to the breasts he’d been dreaming about for weeks. He took the crest of one into his mouth.
Jenna’s breath hitched, the movement pushing her body even closer to him. Using one of his hands, Adrian held the perky globe in place while he teased and sucked her taut, rosy bud. While he continued feasting, he used his free hand to gently knead her other breast. Carefully massaging it with his palm and rolling the distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Her low moan sent a vibration against his mouth, the sound sending a rush of blood to his already-filled erection.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly. Her hips lifted toward him in search for the release.
Her plea reached into his chest and tugged at his heart. Adrian pushed himself back up, his lips on hers in an instant.
“You won’t ever have to beg with me, baby.” He kissed her again, praying she understood. “Not ever.”
Her eyes softened and she looked up at him as if his words surprised her.
Christ, had the men in her past been such selfish bastards, they’d made her beg? Had they even bothered to make sure she was taken care of atall?
A surge of anger struck. He wanted to find each and every one and beat their asses, and—
“Adrian?” Her sweet voice broke through his thoughts. “Is everything…okay?”
Focus, asshole.
He smiled down at her. “More than okay.”
And it was about to get a whole lot better.
With a playful nibble of her bottom lip, Adrian retraced his earlier steps. Only this time, he didn’t stop at her breasts—although, he could spend hours on them. Instead, he continued a downward path along her flat, toned abs, not stopping until his head was between her thighs.
Jenna’s sex was bare, her musky scent of arousal driving him wild with need. He’d dreamed of it ever since the day he’d showed up at her apartment. Would wake up and swear he could still smell her.
As if she’d been there, in his bed, all along.
She hadn’t, and that had been his fault. But she was with him now, and he wasn’t about to waste a single, solitary second on regrets of the past.
His impatient dick throbbed painfully, ready to slide into her body and never, ever leave. Instinctively, his hips started to surge forward, but he regained control and held back.
Make love to me.
Right. He needed to take thingsslow. Needed to show her he could be the kind of man she wanted. The kind she deserved.
Adrian leaned in for a taste. He put his mouth on her and closed his eyes. Using his tongue and lips, he began savoring the taste he’d been craving.
Heaven.
Jenna cried out, her fingernails digging into his scalp as he licked and laved to his heart’s content. She moaned again, her body writhing beneath his mouth with every swipe of his tongue.
God, he loved how responsive she was to his touch. Loved how she was hot and wet, and ready for more.
He slid a finger inside her molten core. First one, then another. Her inner muscles clamped down on his hand as he moved slow and easy. He was amazed when her body begin to tremble with her impending climax.