He wanted inside her. Now.
…
Sheridan lay there in the middle of the bed, the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her twitching body. Slipping off her panties, she let them drop to the floor. God, had she ever come that hard before? The way he’d touched her had been delicious enough. But what he’d said had made it even better.
If she wasn’t careful, she could become addicted to him, and quick.
Jared stripped out of his jeans, reaching into the back pocket to pull out his wallet, from which he withdrew a condom. She drank him in, a shivery sigh leaving her. His body was absolutely perfect. Like he’d been carved from marble, every muscle perfectly delineated, his biceps bulging as he shoved his underwear down his thick legs.
Her eyes widened. Willow hadn’t been that far off in her description. “You’re huge.” Oh God, it was so hot, watching him put on the condom. He stroked himself once, twice, turned his head to catch her watching him, and she nibbled on her lower lip.
This was without a doubt the best sexual experience of her life. And he hadn’t even been inside her yet.
Jared rejoined her on the bed, his hot body settling over hers, his mouth swooping in for a soft, thorough kiss. “Don’t tell me you’re chickening out,” he teased, licking her bottom lip.
“Definitely not.” She wrapped her arms around him, letting her hands drift down the smooth expanse of his back. His erection nudged against her belly, heavy and hot, and she lifted her hips, trying to encourage him. Rested her hands on his rock-hard ass, pushing down, wishing he’d get the hint.
“Impatient?” He drew her lower lip between his teeth, releasing it before he kissed her. “We’ve got all night. And didn’t I just make you come?”
The arrogant tone in his deep voice was absolutely delicious, making her tremble. “I think you’re trying to drive me crazy.”
“Never.” He kissed her again, his tongue lazily tangling with hers, his hips thrusting against her. “Learn patience, baby. All in good time.”
She wanted to punch him. Patience her ass. He was trying to drive her insane. “I want you inside me, Jared.”
“Mmm, I want to be inside you, too.” He reared up onto his knees, gripping the base of his cock with one big hand. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer and she settled her legs on either side of him, her feet braced against the mattress, the pink heels digging in. She felt incredibly sexy wearing only the shoes and nothing else. A giant man nestled between her legs, his smoldering gaze drinking her in while he slowly penetrated her with his cock.
Never in her life had she done anything like this. Get drunk with a famous man, tell him she wanted to get a motel room and get naked with him. Then actually go through with the deed.
It was…exciting, doing something so completely out of her comfort zone. Letting herself go and, for once in her life, doing something completely self-indulgent. It had been nothing but work, work, work and this was liberating. Letting go. Having begged a man to make her come while wearing her pink stilettos, his busy fingers beneath her panties.
“Damn, you feel good,” he murmured as he sunk deep within her. He moved slowly, the delicious friction of his cock pushing inside her before the equally delicious withdrawal nearly making her eyes cross.
“Faster,” she whispered, excited by the way he clenched his jaw, the strain in his neck. As if he was holding everything back. She’d rather he unleash that power all over her. “Please, Jared.”
Her words seemed to drive him on and he increased his pace. He stretched out over her, his face pressed against her neck, his tongue licking her skin. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, the moans emanating from her unable to be contained and she knew—she couldn’t freaking believe it but she knew—she was close to coming again.
The man was some sort of miracle orgasm fairy, delivering them with shocking ease.
“Yeah, come for me,” he encouraged because he knew. Of course, he knew. One time with Jared and it was as if he already owned her.
She did come for him. Just like that. She’d read romances where men demanded the orgasm and the women gave it over with ease. She always called bullshit on those scenes.
Turned out she’d just been doing it with the wrong men.
Jared rode her hard and fast through her orgasm, relentlessly seeking his pleasure, not stopping until he groaned her name so loud she was afraid everyone in the entire motel could hear him.
He collapsed on top of her, burying his face between her neck and shoulder as his body shuddered and shook with the intensity of his orgasm. She stroked his sweat-dampened hair, savoring the sensation of his big body wrapped all around hers.
Jared Quinn was a masterful lover. She wondered how long she’d have to wait until they could do that again.
Sheridan slipped on her skirt and pulled on her shirt. Not wanting to waste any more time getting out of there, she tossed her bra into her purse, having given up finding her panties. They were long gone.
Weird.
Stepping into her shoes, she glanced back at the bed. The giant man sprawled across it, lying on his stomach, the sheet draped across his fine ass, everything else exposed. That could be a picture in itself, she thought, her fingers literally itching to grab her cell and snap a quick photo.
No way could she do that, though. She wasn’t going to invade his privacy. She wasn’t that much of a bitch.