Calamity Jena (Invertary 4)

His breath was back at her ear. “Would you like that, princess?”

“Please, Matt, please.” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for now. All she knew for certain was she needed more. And she needed it now.

“Damn, you’re irresistible,” he murmured against her shoulder.

His teeth captured the muscle that was desperate for his bite.

“Yes!”

She felt her top tug free. It fell away, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Matt’s tongue soothed the bite he’d made as his hands inched around her body to her stomach. Her breasts became unbearably heavy with the desperation to be touched. She needed. Oh, how she needed.

“Please…” A whisper. A word that was barely a breath. “I need…”

“Tell me.” His order sent ripples of desire careening through her.

She wanted to tell him. Wanted more than anything to explain her need, but the words wouldn’t come. Her breasts ached. Her nipples hard and sore from neglect. His lips were a brand on her neck. His hands burning their way across her flesh.

“Please…”

“Ah, honey,” he groaned as his hands captured her desperate flesh.

A wild moan escaped her as she arched and pressed her breasts into his palms. “Oh yeah.” She rolled her forehead on the cool wall.

His fingers teased her nipples, circling them so lightly she strained to follow his touch. His palms held the weight of her. His broad chest pressed against her back.

“Matt.” A murmur of need.

“I know, princess, I know.”

She was turnin

g. His lips on her throat. His hands left her breasts, and she moaned her complaint.

Her back pressed against the cool wall as he nipped at her jaw. His hands captured her breasts again. Thumbs flicked over sensitive nipples. She moaned. He absorbed the sound with his mouth and the world disappeared entirely.

He tasted of sunshine and wickedness. His lips were soft and firm. His touch knowing. He licked his way past her lips to fill her mouth. Teasing her into a sensual dance of tongues and lips. Her hands clung to his shoulders. Her nails digging into firm muscle. Muscle that made her want to touch. To bite. To lick. Oh, her head was spinning. He had her now. She was incapable of anything more than following his lead.

“Amazing,” he said against her lips.

“More,” Jena demanded. “Matt, I need more.”

He leaned back to look at her. The wild darkness of his eyes was a promise.

One he didn’t keep.

Jena felt a chill steal through her as she watched realisation register in his gaze. His shoulders stiffened under her touch. His jaw clenched as Jena felt her cheeks heat. Her brain fought its way out of the daze it’d been locked in.

It was a game. A bet. Not real.

Her hands dropped.

Not real.

Her skin felt chilled as Matt released her. Without taking his eyes from hers, he reached down and pulled up her top. Jena pressed a hand above her breasts to hold it in place. Without a word, he tied the straps behind her neck.

He stepped away from her. Leaving her cold. Bereft. Fighting the need to beg him to come back. His face was shuttered. No emotion. No hint at what he was thinking. Nothing.