Abruptly, he got to his feet, removed his holster and firearm, pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it. Then he shucked his pants and, with them, his boots and socks, bending down to give her a glimpse of his amazing ass. And there it was—all of that beautiful male terrain she’d seen this morning.
This time, she let her gaze wander where it would—the bullet scar on his chest, the planes of his pecks, his broad shoulders, the bulges of his biceps, the ridges and valleys of his belly, the length of his impressive erection.
She needed to get out of her pantsright now. She reached down with trembling hands to unzip her jeans, only too happy when Derek took over. He jerked them down her legs and tossed them onto the floor then stretched out beside her.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His gaze moved over her, the desire on his face making Jenna feel like the sexiest woman alive. He ran his hand from her breast to her inner thigh, teasing her with callused palms, tickling her with his fingertips, grazing her with his knuckles. “Your skin is so soft, like silk.”
“Yours, too.” She explored his chest, his light brown chest hair rasping against her palms, his nipples tightening beneath her fingers.
He kissed her then, slow and deep, his fingers finding her swollen clit, stroking her, driving her crazy. “I want to taste you.”
“Help yourself.” Did he think she was going to say no to oral sex?
He chuckled, a warm sound, then lowered his lips to her throat, nipping and licking his way down her body, kisses spreading fire over her skin. When he passed her navel, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her hips, raising her bottom off the bed.
She let her thighs fall open, exposing herself to him, holding nothing back.
He slid his hands down her inner thighs, his gaze fixed on her most private self, naked hunger on his face. “So sexy.”
Jenna was barely able to breathe as he situated himself, his gaze meeting hers for a moment before he parted her lips—and sucked her clit into his mouth.
The breath left her lungs, her hips jerking at the sweet shock of it, her fingers curling in his hair. “Oh. My.God.”
It was bliss. It was torture. It was blowing her mind.
Jenna tried to relax, to savor it, but he was just too good at this, pleasure rising too fast for her to stay on top of it. She couldn’t think, couldn’t say a single coherent word, panting and moaning as Derek pushed her closer and closer to the brink with his lips and tongue, taking all of her into his mouth, suckling her. He slid a finger inside her, stretching her, stroking her.
Heat drew tight in her belly—and exploded.
She came with a cry, climax washing through her, drenching her in bliss, leaving her breathless and limp. She felt him tug the pillow out from beneath her hips and opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her, his pupils dilated, a cocky grin on his wet lips.
“I like how you taste.” He reached for something—a condom.
Her heart melted. With most men, she had to ask.
She trusted him. “If you’ve been tested, you don’t need that. I was tested before I came here, and I’ve got an IUD.”
“I was tested three months ago—and I haven’t been with a woman since.” He dropped the condom and bent her knees back, opening her to him.
She took hold of his cock, stroked its hard length, then guided him inside her.
“I want you, Jenna.” He entered her with a single, silky thrust, filling her, stretching her, making her moan. His eyes went shut, breath leaving his lungs in a long, slow exhale. “Christ.”
Then he began to move.
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Derek had forgottenwhat it felt like to have sex without a condom. Jenna felt so good—slick, tight, hot. His head was filled with her, her taste fresh on his tongue, her scent all over his skin. But if he wasn’t careful, he was going to embarrass himself. He wasnota minute man.
Keep telling yourself that.
He opened his eyes, looked down at her sweet face, willing his body to relax, taking it slow and easy. He wanted to make her come again. He wanted to watch her face when climax hit her. He wanted to see her lose control.
But right now, he was the one on the brink.
She reached down to stroke herself, the sight of her fingers on her clit sending a shockwave of lust through him.
Holy hell.