Game for Marriage (Game for It 1)

But Jared had her. His hand slid from her shoulder, along her side, to grip her waist. His other hand cupped the side of her face, cradling her, his fingers gentle as he continued to explore her mouth with soft, sweet kisses.

Oh, God. This was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Jared’s hands on her, his mouth connected to hers. Their tongues touched, slid against each other sensuously, and it was as if a spark ignited into full-blown flame. The kiss turned deeper, his hard, hot body pressing her firmly against the wall, his hand slipping beneath her T-shirt to touch bare skin.

She panted against his mouth when he broke the kiss, his lids lifting to reveal those intense blue eyes, seeming to burn straight into her. Without a word, he tilted his head, his mouth against her throat, licking a blazing path along her delicate skin.

Sheridan opened her eyes to stare blindly at the ceiling. She wound her arm around his neck, thrust her fingers into his soft, silky hair, holding him to her as he licked and nibbled her neck. He lifted his head, sweeping into her, his mouth taking hers in a downright primitive kiss, their mouths wide, their tongues thrusting.

Boneless. Mindless. That’s what his kiss, his hands did to her. She thunked the back of her head against the wall, gasping when he hooked his hands behind her thighs and lifted. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling the hard, firm length of his erection push against her aching hot center, and she moaned into his mouth. Wanting more, wanting all of him.

“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he murmured against her lips.

She couldn’t answer. It was as if her brain had shut down and she couldn’t form words. All she could do was feel. Jared, his hands on her, the taste of him, the sensation of his big, hot body all over hers. A sharp, throbbing ache rose deep within her, making her woozy.

Or maybe that was from Jared’s mouth. Or his magical hands. She didn’t know. She couldn’t think. She’d never been that lost that fast. No man had ever made her feel like that. Achy, needy, ready.

God, so ready…

More kissing, more grinding as his hand skimmed up her belly, fingers brushing the underside of her breasts. Tingles washed over her skin, her limbs shaky as she clutched him close. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Felt as if she might explode at any given moment.

“I want you, Sheridan,” he whispered near her ear. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to hear you moan my name when you come, like you did that night in the motel room. I want to lick that swollen little clit of yours until you scream and pull my hair and beg me to stop.”

Oh, God, oh, God. This was what he’d referred to as dirty talk. It was hot. So hot. Her voice still lost, she nodded frantically, wanted all of that and whatever else he would do to her. She tightened her hands in his hair when he lifted his head to stare down at her. He had her pinned to the wall, his lower body holding her in place. Sliding his hands up her sides, he lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach, her ribs, her breasts.

His eyes darkened as he drank her in, his thumbs lifting to brush against her distended nipples. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip and closed her eyes, hips slowly thrusting against his erection as he circled her nipples in a maddening rhythm. “Take it off,” he commanded and she lifted her arms, let him tug the shirt off, thrilled at the demanding way he spoke to her.

“Damn, you’re pretty.” He cupped her breasts in his big palms, his thumbs still playing with her nipples, driving her crazy. She opened her eyes, didn’t want to miss a moment of the delicious seduction. All that powerful male beauty focused on her pleasure, it was a heady realization. And he was all hers—at least temporarily. “I bet I could make you come, just like this.”

She bet he could, too. Everything within her was focused on the throbbing spot between her legs. Even through their layers of clothing, she could feel him. Long, thick, hot. So incredibly hot. Without thinking she reached for him, slid her hand between their bodies, over the front of his shorts.

Oh. He was even bigger than she remembered. She stroked him, parting her lips on a sigh when she heard his agonized groan, knowing she did that to him.

…

Sheridan’s slender fingers exploring his dick would be his undoing. No way was Jared going to explode in his shorts like some teenage kid experiencing his first time with a girl. He had control, knew how to use it and not make an ass of himself.

He’d always prided himself on how singular he was in his focus to bring a woman pleasure. Most men were selfish bastards, only caring about getting theirs, leaving their women to fend for themselves.

Not Jared. He enjoyed being responsible for a woman’s pleasure.

So why did this woman get under his skin and make him want to lose all control? He was fucking dying to watch her when he made her come, forget taking it slow, forget all his usual moves. It had been too long since that one night together and they’d both been a little buzzed. The memories were blurred.

But right now, all he could focus on were those agile little fingers gripping his cock, stroking him. Making his eyes cross. Making his balls draw up, a sure sign he was gonna blow.

Gripping her wrist, he moved her hand away from him. If his cock could protest, it would be wailing right about now. And any other time, he would’ve found the incredulous expression on Sheridan’s face amusing.

Not at the moment, though. His mouth was grim, his jaw tight. Trying to keep it together when he wanted nothing more but to thrust against her again and again in that exquisite rhythm he knew would get them both off.

“Why did you stop me?” She sounded breathless, sexy as hell. Her skin was flushed, her eyes wide, dilated. Her hair was everywhere, she looked incredibly turned on, and hell if that didn’t turn him on too.

“Because it’s your turn first, baby,” he murmured, pressing her firmly against the wall so he could slip his hand beneath her flimsy shorts. Encountering simple cotton panties, he rubbed over the front of them, felt how wet the fabric was, and smiled. She wanted him. Bad. She’d admitted that, had chased him down when he ran from her because damn, she was temptation personified and he wasn’t about to screw that up again by making her uncomfortable. Not because of that stupid clause, and not because of whatever else he might do to ruin this fragile…thing they shared.

She sighed as he touched her, her swollen lips parted, lids low, golden gaze smoldering. Beautiful in her aroused state. He kept one hand firmly cupping her sex while he leaned in and kissed her, searched her mouth with his tongue. All the while he caressed her, lightly, teasing her, trying to drive her wild with lust because that’s how he felt.

Wild for her.

“Jared,” she breathed his name, the whispery sound of her sweet voice sending a bolt of sensation throughout his entire body. He’d almost kill to hear her say his name like that again. Like he was the only one who could solve all her problems with a few precise thrusts of his fingers.

“You like that?” He snuck his fingers beneath the very edge of her panties, encountering scant hair, the heat of her radiating across his fingers.