I put my hands over his. I don’t try to stop his hold or anything, I just need that connection. “John said you wouldn’t let him pay you, and I have a feeling if I offered to that would offend you.”
He nods. “Yeah, it would. I wouldn’t take money to protect you, Jenna. From the first time I looked at you on my phone over two thousand miles away, I knew you were mine to protect.”
I shake my head. “But...”
He stops me. “No. You’re mine, Jenna.”
His words send a tremble through my body. With way more confidence than I’ve ever felt before, I lock eyes with him. “Prove it.”
His body jerks as if he was given an actual physical blow or something, but he acts fast. He stands up, pulling me with him. His hands go around my waist, and he lifts me up into his arms as if I weigh nothing. My legs go around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. His kiss is overpowering. It’s like he has something to prove as he stalks down the hallway to the bedroom. He stops next to the bed, and he groans as he pulls his lips away. “I need you.”
I cup his face, wanting his lips back on mine. “You can have me.”
He grunts as he sets my feet on the floor. He pulls his shirt up over his shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. His muscles flex as he moves, and I can’t wait to feel his weight over me. He sits down on the edge of the bed. “Strip for me.”
I’m already shaking my head, and he leans forward and touches my abdomen, bunching the material of my T-shirt in his hands. “If I do it, this will be over quick. I want to take my time with you. Strip for me, Jenna.”
I’ve never undressed in front of a man in my life. I’m more of a hide under the cover kind of girl, so when Dylan asks this of me, my first instinct is to tell him no. Watching him lean back on his arms, his dark eyes watching my every move, it’s intimidating. But what gives me the strength to do it is the obvious bulge in his jeans. I look at it. He’s hard and erect, and he cups himself through his jeans and shifts. He wants me... and he wants to see me.
I pull down my shorts and step out of them. Then I quickly remove my shirt. I should probably worry about looking graceful, but I’m not. It’s more like when you’re trying to rip off a Band-Aid; you do it quick. When I’m standing in front of him with my matching black bra and panties, I have my fist clenched at my sides.
His voice is deep and thick. “I want to see it all.”
Goosebumps raise on my arms. But there's no way I'm not going to give him what he wants. He looks at me like he would give his last breath to have me, and I'm not going to let him down. I reached behind me and unclasp my bra, pulling it down my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Then I put a finger on each side of my hips and pull the panties down my legs, letting them fall to my ankles. I kick them off into the corner of the room. When I'm completely naked, I take a huge deep breath and then look at him.
His stare is like a caress as he looks down the length of my body. I squirm under his watchful eye. A need like I’ve never felt before starts in my belly and tugs.
He stands up, and it's like every muscle in his arms and chest are vibrating. He reaches out and brushes the hair back that is covering my chest. His gaze is replaced by his hands as he cups my large breasts and kneads them. My head lolls back as his thumbs move across the hard, peaked nipples. My inner thighs are wet from the pleasure and anticipation that rocks through my body.
When his hot lips latch around my hard peak, I gasp. I wasn’t ready for the sensation that bursts from that one simple touch. With his mouth on me, his hand slides down my abdomen across my stomach and to my mound. My hips jerk in eagerness. I need him to touch me there.
His fingers plunge into my core, stroking through my slick swollen folds. My hips rock, seeking pleasure from him. When he finds how wet I am, he groans. It’s a guttural sound that echoes in the room.
In an instant, I’m flat on my back in the bed, my knees raised up and hooked over his shoulders as his tongue probes my swollen sex. He torments me, pushing me to the edge and then bringing me back. Over and over until I’m half out of my mind, and finally, I put my hand on the back of his head and hold him to me. I lift my hips, seeking the pleasure from him, and he doesn’t disappoint. He sucks my clit into his mouth, working his tongue across the bundle of nerves until complete ecstasy takes over and my body is nothing but a writhing, thrashing uncontrolled mass of limbs.