Once she was in position, Jena’s bravado began to waver. “I’m ready.” Although the words came out of her mouth, she wasn’t sure they were true.
She stared at the wall for a few moments, waiting for Matt to get on with whatever he planned to do. Her anxiety level shot up fast. She was two seconds away from making a run for it when he spoke.
“I like this top you’ve got on.”
She’d worn an old pink halter that tied behind her neck. It dipped low on her back but flared loosely around her hips and over the top of her cut-off jeans. The top was one she often wore to work around the house; hence it was paint-splattered and stained in spots. Not exactly the sexiest of outfits.
“Anyone ever told you that you have a sexy back?”
Jena licked her dry lips. “Nope, no one. Are you hoping that being corny will turn me on?”
She heard a chuckle and a thud. She looked over her shoulder to find him kneeling behind her, his focus on her back. His blue eyes had bled to black. A tiny, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“I wasn’t being corny. I was being honest. Eyes front, Jena. I want you to concentrate on what you feel.”
She made the effort to roll her eyes. “Whatever,” she told him, but turned back to stare at the wall. Her heart was racing. She was an idiot to let him do this. Especially since the memory of being held in his arms the night before was so fresh in her mind. Yet here she was, going ahead with it anyway.
“Lots of men ignore the back.” Matt’s voice was a low rumble.
Jena jerked when she felt his finger trail down her spine. Her skin tingled in the wake of his gentle touch.
“You can tease and tantalise a woman by touching her back, exactly the same way you can any other spot.”
Warm, soft lips pressed against the dip between Jena’s shoulder blades. Her eyelids grew heavy. Two large hands rested on the curve of her hips. He trailed his nose across her skin between her shoulder blades. Jena sucked in a breath. She locked her knees in place. And her eyes closed against her will.
Another kiss lower down her spine. Gentle. Fleeting. Teasing.
“It helps to coax the woman into the moment if you talk to her about what you’re doing.” Another kiss in the middle of her back. She moved into him, chasing his touch, and heard a low chuckle. “It builds the anticipation for both of you.”
She shivered. His hands slid under her top to clasp her hips. His thumbs caressed lazy circles on the bare skin above her cut-offs.
Jena’s head suddenly became too heavy to hold up. She rested her forehead on the wall in front of her. The cool plaster against her skin made Matt’s touch sear.
“From this position, I can see every tiny vibration of your body.” A soft press of lips to the small of her back. Without taking her top off, he couldn’t go lower. For that, Jena was suddenly very grateful.
“Your blood is moving faster now. It’s chasing my touch. My lips.” She felt his soft, warm lips against her spine. “My tongue.”
A small groan escaped her as the tip of his tongue followed the line of her spine back up to the knot of cloth at her neck. The knot that would unravel with one good tug. Jena’s fingers curled against the wall but couldn’t find purchase.
She heard Matt inhale deeply before a breath of cool air blew across her skin. It caught on the trail his tongue had left behind, making her skin vibrate with sensitivity. She arched away from the wall with a breathy moan.
“If he’s smart.” Matt pressed against her to whisper in her ear. She was intensely aware of their difference in size. He was huge. Strong. Capable of taking her desire and making it burn. She shuddered at the thought.
His lips teased the shell of her ear before he nipped the lobe. Her breath caught. Stuttered. “He’ll vary his touch.” The words whispered over her sensitised skin. “Soft. Hard. Slow. Fast. A gentle brush of his cheek against your skin, followed by the sharp nip of his teeth.”
She felt him match action to words as his cheek caressed between her shoulder blades. His bite was sharp. A sting that morphed into heat. She couldn’t hold back a shuddering gasp.
He nipped his way down her back, all the while massaging her with his thumbs. His hands never left her hips. His hold like an anchor. She was losing her sense of place and time.
“Now, if you didn’t have this top on I’d work my way slowly lower. I’d make circles with my tongue in the small of your back as I smoothed my hands up and down your sides.”
His wide hands spanned her back, sliding from her waist to her shoulders and back. His agonisingly slow movement make her knees tremble.
“Once I knew you were losing your mind under my touch, I’d turn my attention to your neck. I’d bite down on the curve where your shoulder meets your throat and I wouldn’t be gentle. I’d want you to feel my touch right through your body, waking up nerves, catapulting you to a place where only sensation exists.”
Yes. Yes. That was what she wanted. All of it.
“Please…” The word escaped in a gasp and a whisper.