Chapter Three
The second they entered the tiny motel room, Jared had Sheridan in his arms. She melted into him, her face turned up, her eyes closed. A soft sigh escaped her when he kissed her, deep and wet, their tongues tangling. He cupped the back of her head, his fingers tightening in her hair, holding her still. Savoring her taste, and the sensation of her sweet, sexy body wrapped around his.
He still couldn’t believe he brought her to a motel. No one would doubt his intent and he was taking a huge risk doing it. The paparazzi followed him everywhere. But he flat-out couldn’t resist her, and he’d never had that happen before.
Walking her backward in the tiny room, her legs hit the side of the mattress in seconds. As he leaned into her, she fell onto the bed, sitting on the edge. She tilted her head back, those pretty, light brown eyes locked on his face before they drifted down the length of him, settling surprisingly on his crotch.
She licked her lips, her obviously assessing gaze making him groan, and he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the ground.
Her eyes lit up, her lush mouth curving into an alluring smile. “Holy God, you have a six-pack. Are you even real?”
“I work out every day of my damn life.” He chuckled, not quite sure what else to say.
“I’m sure you do.” Reaching up, she caressed his stomach with the lightest of touches, his muscles flinching beneath her fingers. Damn, her touch felt good. She sighed, the sound so full of longing, it went straight to his dick. “God, you are so big.”
“And you are so beautiful.” Stepping closer, he bent over her, curving his hand around her cheek. Tension clutched at him, settling low in his gut at what they were about to do. Why did it feel so momentous? “Lay back, Sheridan.”
She did as he asked, scooting up the bed so her head was propped on the flat pillows. He crawled onto the mattress, hovering above her, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands pressed into the mattress above her head. She watched him the entire time, her gaze full of smoldering heat.
Leaning in, he then pressed a lingering kiss to her temple and blazed a path with his mouth down her cheek, along her neck. She tilted her head back on a whimper and closed her eyes, her easy surrender pleasing him.
“Oh, God.” Her voice trembled as he slid down and pushed her shirt up, revealing her gently curving stomach, her simple black lace bra. Her breasts were plump, her nipples poking against the delicate lace fabric, taunting him. Unable to resist, he brushed his thumbs across the tiny peaks and she jumped.
“Sensitive?” He looked up at her, enjoying the hazy, dreamy look in her eyes, the way she trembled beneath him.
She nodded and he dipped his head, cupping her breasts as he licked the edge of her bra, tracing a path across her chest. A moan escaped her, low and throaty, and he swiped his tongue across one lacy-covered nipple, then the other. She arched into his touch, her head thrown back, eyes closed, the look of ecstasy on her face unmistakable.
“Let’s take this off.” He helped her remove her shirt, adjusting so they lay chest to chest, hip to hip, their legs entangled. She gazed up at him in wonder, her eyes lingering hungrily on his lips and he gave her what she wanted.
Taking her
mouth, he impatiently devoured her, sending the kiss into deep and hot territory in an instant. He ran his free hand up and down her body, then slipped it around to her back, quickly undoing the clasp of her bra and disentangling it from her so he could fling it onto the floor.
Jared gazed upon the bounty he uncovered, drinking in her lush curves. Her breasts were full, her nipples a dark, rosy pink. She offered him a trembling smile that, for whatever crazy reason, touched his notoriously untouchable heart. He moved down, brushing a kiss over her quivering stomach, curling his fingers into the waistband of her black skirt.
She lifted her hips, a silent encouragement, and he slipped the skirt off her, a hot surge of lust rushing through his veins when he saw her lacy black panties. “Let’s keep the shoes on,” he murmured, smiling when he heard her soft laughter.
He returned his attention to her breasts, her body undulating beneath his as he slowly circled each nipple with his tongue before he drew first one, then the other deep into his mouth, sucking her, driving her wild.
“Jared.” She whispered his name, a little gasp escaping her when he bit down on her distended flesh.
“So soft,” he murmured against her skin when he released a nipple from his lips. “So sweet.”
Sheridan slid her fingers into his hair, caressing his head, her touch gentle, fueling his want for her. Moving up, he fused his mouth with hers yet again, drunk on her taste, intoxicated with the sensation of her almost naked body rubbing against his. He reached between them and cupped her, the heat emanating from her sex making him ache.
“That feels so good.” She panted against his mouth, whimpering when he pressed his fingers harder. She was soaked, primed, and ready for him, and he caressed her, rubbing against her panties.
He slipped his fingers beneath the thin fabric, stroking her directly, then sinking them into that damp, hot flesh. “I wanna see you come,” he whispered.
Opening her eyes, their gazes met and held as he slowly, deliberately touched her. “Yes,” she breathed, spreading her legs wide as he stroked her.
She sounded lost. Shit, he felt lost. To the way she responded, how she sounded, the hitch in her breath when he hit a particular spot. He watched her, unable to take his gaze off her pretty face, her gorgeous body. He wanted to take it slow, bring her pleasure over and over again, but he was already pushed close to the edge. This frantic need to possess her completely had him in a near stranglehold.
Sheridan’s entire body tensed beneath his as he continued to touch her, increasing his pace, teasing her clit. She arched her back, her breasts trembling as she seemed to hold the position for long, agonizing seconds. “I’m gonna come,” she whispered, sounding surprised.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her lips before he sealed his mouth onto hers to deliver a quick, tongue-thrusting kiss.
That did it. She fell apart, intense shudders taking over her body, the way she cried out his name, squealed, and made all of those hot little noises testing his patience.