Wicked: Jade Butterfly [Wicked Series Book 3] by Lily Graison

Jessi watching him. He was surprised she hadn't run screaming from the room by now. She'd seemed nervous when they entered the cottage but once his dirty little secret was out, she took control of the situation and he'd never be able to thank her for it. He wasn't completely clueless but something about her caused his brain to stop working. His throat tightened until he couldn't breathe and his limbs froze as if he were paralyzed.
    She was still watching him, waiting patiently. He felt like such an idiot in that moment and wondered if everyone felt like this the first time.
    "Are you okay?” she asked.
    "Yes,” he said. “I was just wondering why you hadn't left yet."
    The smile she gave him warmed him clear to his toes. “I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be.” She lowered her arms, running her hands over his shoulders to his chest. She leaned back and he was finally able to get a good look at her.
    Her skin was tanned to a warm, honey brown. He could still see the tan lines from the bikini top she'd sunbathed in. It left the majority of her breasts pearly white, her nipples rosy pink. He sucked in a breath and raised a hand, cupping one in his palm before flicking her nipple with his thumb.
    "You're more beautiful than I imagined."
    She smiled. “And how often have you imagined me half naked?"
    "You wouldn't believe me it I told you."
    "And what else have you imagined?"
    He felt his face burn hot then. “You have no idea."
    "Then show me.” She pulled away from him and turned, crawling onto the bed before laying back. Her hair was spread against the blanket, fanning out around her head in shiny silken strands. She raised her arms over her head, her breasts lifting invitingly. “Don't think about it, Christian,” she said. “You can't do it wrong."
    Seeing her like this was like reliving a dream. How many times had he seen her like this? Lying on his bed, waiting for him. The fear started to crawl back up his spine, his blood racing through his veins. She smiled and bent one knee, resting her foot on the bed before spreading her legs.
    His breath left in a rush at the sight.
    "Come here."
    Christian took a deep breath and turned, bending his knee and placing it on the bed. He crawled up her body, biting his tongue to silence the groan of pleasure trying to escape when she spread her legs wider and pulled him to her.
    Jessi knew he'd never get through this if she didn't do something to help him along. The moment he was settled against her, she wrapped her arms around him and took his mouth with a desperation she hoped he'd reciprocate. He did, a moan easing past his lips as he pressed her into the mattress.
    His tongue slid past her teeth, licking at her own until her breath was cut short. He had one hand on her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh and within seconds, his reserve seemed to shatter. His hands scorched her skin, the warmth of his mouth peppering kisses across her chin to her neck before he ducked his head and took one peeked nipple between his lips.
    She cried out, startled, and opened her eyes when his hand slid up her body to cup her breast. She watched him, running her fingers through his hair and holding him to her. His teeth closed over her nipple and her eyes closed as a moan slipped past her lips. “Christian."
    The clothing still separating them was removed and they fumbled with a condom until her body ached with need. Before she could catch her breath, he was pushing inside. They stilled for long moments, both staring at the other before Jessi raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist. She gave him a lazy smile, her hands buried in his spiky locks and pulling his head down to her. “Don't stop now,” she whispered against his lips. “You've finally gotten to the good part."
    He returned the smile and kissed her, thrusting his tongue back into her mouth as he did the same with his hips. His rhythm was erratic at first but evened out, the length of him filling her in slow,