Janelle released his hand when they entered the bedroom and she rounded the bed to her side, pulling the covers back with efficient movements. He went to the other side, helping her with the comforter before crawling beneath it as if he belonged there.
Settling himself against the pillows, his arms bent behind his head, fingers laced at the back of his neck. He glanced up, caught her watching him and his eyes darkened.
“Is this all right?”
It was more than all right. A wave of pleasure so strong it nearly made her sway on her feet rolled through her just looking at him.
So masculine, so confident with her pale blue pseudo-Shabby Chic comforter pooled around his waist. She wanted to crawl on top of him and rub her breasts against his chest. Maybe even cup her breasts in her hands and offer them to his mouth, watch him suck on her nipples greedily, which he was sooo good at.
Her skin heated and desire pooled low in her belly.
Realizing he waited for her answer, she nodded, climbing under the covers to join him. His hard cock brushed against her leg as she settled in and she stared up at him with wide eyes.
With one dark brow cocked, Nate smiled at her, his brown eyes smoldering with intensity. It didn’t seem to take much to arouse him, though she felt the same.
“Looks like you’re ready for round two,” she murmured, her hand clasped around his thick length.
A harsh breath escaped him at the gentle stroke of her fingers. “I’ve been ready since that morning I brought you back here.”
“Me too,” she admitted.
If they were going to be truthful, she may as well start tonight.
His fingers circled around her wrist, stopping her from touching him. The emotion she saw swirling in his eyes took her breath away.
“It’s stupid, how we’re trying to deny this.”
She nodded, distracted by his thumb sweeping across the inside of her wrist. Her pulse quickened and her body tightened. She felt caught, trapped, but not in a bad way.
No in a very, very good way.
“I don’t want to play games, Janelle. If you want me to leave, then tell me. If you don’t want to see me anymore, let me know. Because I want to see you again, despite everything that’s going on with your sister and this case.”
His confession surprised her. “I thought you said us being together would compromise your investigation.”
“Screw it. My investigation is already compromised. I can’t think straight. All I can think about is you.”
Her heart soared at the admission. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything. Come here.” He tugged on her wrist so she landed atop his big warm body and she straddled his stomach, marveling at the hard strength beneath her.
“Just don’t say no,” he said right before he kissed her.
As if she could. Withdrawing from him, she slid down his body, her mouth blazing a trail along his hair roughened skin.
The flat planes of his stomach, the rippling muscles beneath her lips. She licked and nibbled, conscious of how wet she grew, how much she ached.
All for him.
His cock bobbed eagerly, so close to her mouth and she teased him, kissed his inner thighs, felt them tense beneath her mouth. His musky scent surrounded her, the smell of aroused man, of sex. Her mouth watered and she was desperate to please him.
She’d never been one to relish oral sex. She didn’t hate it, but she’d always done it as part of a give and take. If he went down, she went down. What’s fair was fair.
With Nate, she wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to give him pleasure, wanted to taste him when he came. The idea alone excited her and she grasped his cock, her fingers wrapped tightly around the base.
“Yeah, like that,” he whispered, his voice harsh, his breathing loud.
She gripped him even tighter, squeezing before she began to pump him with her fist. His hips lifted a little with her every movement, the slit at the head of his cock weeping with pre-come. Dipping her head, she dabbed at it with her tongue, and she swallowed his salty essence.