tonguing the stubble-burned flesh. Her breath caught on his name, a moan like earlier, right before she’d come.
“Jenna…” He didn’t even know what else to say, because everything he wanted was summed up in her.
Fingers tangled in his hair, she tugged him up until they were face to face, lips to lips. She moaned against his mouth as she dragged him backward toward the bed, one hand jerking at the hem of his shirt. “This has to go. Now. Take this off. Now. ”
He did.
“Well then.” Jenna sank onto the bed, her eyes wide. “No more shirts for you. Ever.”
Grinning, Micah rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a tinge embarrassed. He’d been shirtless on national television and in a few magazines, and googling his name came up with way more images than any one person should ever see of themselves, including some gay porn shots with him photoshopped into the action.
But damn. He’d never felt this appreciated before. Yeah, it was sexual, but it was also honest…and kind of exhilarating. To see that look in her eyes, he’d do just about anything.
“Ever?” He placed his hands on his hips, flexing his muscles, putting on a little show. “You think? I dunno.”
“I’m willing to compromise. No more shirts around me . Ever.” She lounged back on her elbows and drank him in. He took a moment to return the favor, enjoying the view she offered. Rumpled and half-naked suited Jenna. “And because I believe in being fair…” A few seconds later she’d removed her necklace and set it on the nightstand, then freed herself from her bra and tossed it on the floor next to his discarded tee.
He stared, desperate to lick the slightly reddened skin where her bra had dug into her flesh beneath her breasts. Then lick lower, and lower still…
They both needed to lose their pants. Now.
He opened the top button on his jeans.
Jenna’s hands lowered to her waistline, mirroring his movements. Watching her button slide free, seeing that extra inch of skin on her belly, he was surprised his dick didn’t force his zipper down on its own.
She cleared her throat, and his gaze took the slow and leisurely path back up her body to meet her eyes. “Why are you stopping?” she asked, sounding as impatient as he felt.
“Gotta take my shoes off.”
Jenna shook her head and tsk ed. “I’m instituting a new house rule. No shirt. No shoes. Full service.”
Micah barked out a laugh as he toed off his shoes and socks. Jenna’s sandals thumped to the floor, and she wiggled her toes, which only made him laugh again. Sex had always been about getting him and his partner off, and he’d enjoyed it, but this…he was actually having fun.
He returned to his fly and started undoing the zipper…slowly, savoring the reaction from his audience. He was torn between watching her expression—eyes following everything he did, mouth slightly parted, tongue coming out to tease along her lips—or her actions. Zipper completely unfastened now, she’d hooked her thumbs in her waistband and begun to ease down denim and the cotton beneath.
“Fuuuck.” It sounded guttural and harsh, but he couldn’t help it because he lost all patience when her panties hit her knees. Not tearing his eyes from Jenna, he pulled a condom from his wallet and jerked his jeans and briefs past his feet.
Her jeans landed next to his on the carpet, and Micah landed on the bed over Jenna, his entire body straining to get inside of her and never leave.
He kissed her because it had been too long, at least a couple minutes since he’d last tasted her smile. Jenna arched up beneath him, pressing her chest to his, skin to skin. He wanted to feel her everywhere, naked flesh merging until nothing but heat and pleasure remained.
Condom first, he reminded himself, before all control was lost and he thrust inside her bare. He pulled away, out of breath and out of his mind, and tore open the foil. He tried to keep his hand steady, but he was shaking from all the need
“Jenna…” He didn’t even know what else to say, because everything he wanted was summed up in her.
Fingers tangled in his hair, she tugged him up until they were face to face, lips to lips. She moaned against his mouth as she dragged him backward toward the bed, one hand jerking at the hem of his shirt. “This has to go. Now. Take this off. Now. ”
He did.
“Well then.” Jenna sank onto the bed, her eyes wide. “No more shirts for you. Ever.”
Grinning, Micah rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a tinge embarrassed. He’d been shirtless on national television and in a few magazines, and googling his name came up with way more images than any one person should ever see of themselves, including some gay porn shots with him photoshopped into the action.
But damn. He’d never felt this appreciated before. Yeah, it was sexual, but it was also honest…and kind of exhilarating. To see that look in her eyes, he’d do just about anything.
“Ever?” He placed his hands on his hips, flexing his muscles, putting on a little show. “You think? I dunno.”
“I’m willing to compromise. No more shirts around me . Ever.” She lounged back on her elbows and drank him in. He took a moment to return the favor, enjoying the view she offered. Rumpled and half-naked suited Jenna. “And because I believe in being fair…” A few seconds later she’d removed her necklace and set it on the nightstand, then freed herself from her bra and tossed it on the floor next to his discarded tee.
He stared, desperate to lick the slightly reddened skin where her bra had dug into her flesh beneath her breasts. Then lick lower, and lower still…
They both needed to lose their pants. Now.
He opened the top button on his jeans.
Jenna’s hands lowered to her waistline, mirroring his movements. Watching her button slide free, seeing that extra inch of skin on her belly, he was surprised his dick didn’t force his zipper down on its own.
She cleared her throat, and his gaze took the slow and leisurely path back up her body to meet her eyes. “Why are you stopping?” she asked, sounding as impatient as he felt.
“Gotta take my shoes off.”
Jenna shook her head and tsk ed. “I’m instituting a new house rule. No shirt. No shoes. Full service.”
Micah barked out a laugh as he toed off his shoes and socks. Jenna’s sandals thumped to the floor, and she wiggled her toes, which only made him laugh again. Sex had always been about getting him and his partner off, and he’d enjoyed it, but this…he was actually having fun.
He returned to his fly and started undoing the zipper…slowly, savoring the reaction from his audience. He was torn between watching her expression—eyes following everything he did, mouth slightly parted, tongue coming out to tease along her lips—or her actions. Zipper completely unfastened now, she’d hooked her thumbs in her waistband and begun to ease down denim and the cotton beneath.
“Fuuuck.” It sounded guttural and harsh, but he couldn’t help it because he lost all patience when her panties hit her knees. Not tearing his eyes from Jenna, he pulled a condom from his wallet and jerked his jeans and briefs past his feet.
Her jeans landed next to his on the carpet, and Micah landed on the bed over Jenna, his entire body straining to get inside of her and never leave.
He kissed her because it had been too long, at least a couple minutes since he’d last tasted her smile. Jenna arched up beneath him, pressing her chest to his, skin to skin. He wanted to feel her everywhere, naked flesh merging until nothing but heat and pleasure remained.
Condom first, he reminded himself, before all control was lost and he thrust inside her bare. He pulled away, out of breath and out of his mind, and tore open the foil. He tried to keep his hand steady, but he was shaking from all the need
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