He stomped off the snow and stepped inside, then closed the door and slipped out of his parka, still unable to take his gaze off her.
And then she was in his arms.
Chapter 11
Ellie kissedJesse the way she’d been burning to kiss him, the way she’d fantasized about kissing him. His response was immediate, like a match hitting gasoline. He crushed her against him as he kissed her back, almost lifting her off the floor, ravishing her mouth with his.
God, yes.
She needed this, this raw male part of him, his strength, that hint of aggression he kept under such strict control.
Oh, he knew what he was doing. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, traced the outline of her lips with his tongue, then claimed her mouth again, his scent an aphrodisiac, the hard feel of his body making her knees weak.
She slipped her arms around his neck and held on, molding her body to his.
One big hand cupped her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple through the silk of her nightgown, each flick heightening her arousal.
Hungry for him, she slid her hands beneath his shirt, drinking in the feel of him—soft skin, plains and ridges of muscle, the curls on his chest.
He backed her up against the table, jerked up her nightgown, and slipped a hand between her thighs, stroking her, sliding a finger inside her.
She moaned, the intrusion sweet.
It had beensolong.
He moaned, too. “God, you’re wet.”
“I want you.Now.” She didn’t want to wait. She couldn’t wait. She’d already waited long enough for this—a lifetime it seemed.
“Impatient?” He lifted her off her feet, and sat her on the edge of the table—then dropped to his knees.
Her heart seemed to ricochet off her breastbone when she understood what he intended to do. “Oh, no, you don’t have to do—”
“Don’t distract me.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m busy.”
He pushed her thighs apart, and she watched his expression darken as his gaze fixed on herthere, his brows drawing together. Then he parted her with his fingers and gave her a long … slow … lick.
Her head fell back, her hips giving an involuntary jerk, her fingers sliding into his thick hair.
“Mmm.” Strong hands grasped her buttocks, dragged her closer to the table’s edge, then his mouth closed over her.
Oh, God.
The hot shock of it made her gasp. She’d forgotten how good it felt to be taken by a man like this, one exquisite sensation after another shivering through her as he stroked her clit with his tongue, then drew her into the heat of his mouth and sucked.
Lost somewhere between bliss and oblivion, she lay back on the table, hands clenching into fists in his hair. “Jesse.”
Her breath came in moans now. God, she had missed this—the sweet ache, the urgency, the desperation. She was awash in desire, strung out on lust, lost somewhere between agony and bliss.
Then he pushed a finger inside her.
She came with a cry. “Jesse!”
Climax crashed through her, breaking the bars of the cage that had held her heart for so long, setting her free.
For a time—she couldn’t say how long—she lay there, eyes closed, floating, her heartbeat gradually slowing.
She felt butterfly kisses on her inner thighs and opened her eyes to find him watching her, the intensity in his eyes sending a dark thrill through her.