There were nerves, but his easy acceptance and chill personality chased away her fear. The strong desire to touch him made her brave. She reached for his pants, only to be intercepted before she could touch him.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, wagging a finger at her.
His smirk let her know she hadn’t overstepped.
“You touch me, and I’ll most likely make a mess all over you. I think we’d both rather I come in you. So, while I love how curious you are about touching me, and we’ll definitely come back to that, I’m gonna need you to leave these here and let me have a turn first.” He flattened her hands to the bed up by her shoulders. “Keep ’em there,” he said with a wink.
Oh, God, he was about to torment her, wasn’t he?
“Now,” he said as he lay his weight on top of her.
It felt wonderful. If he went no further, she’d be more than happy. The feel of him, strong and heavy, anchoring her to the mattress was enough to make her month.
He scooted down until he lay between her legs. Then he began to work her shirt up her torso. “I’ve already met and made friends with these gorgeous tits.” He shoved her shirt and bra up to her neck without much finesse, leaving her exposed to the chilly air-conditioned air and his perusal.
She’d have felt ridiculous if it wasn’t for the appreciation in his gaze. She bit her lower lip as she waited there with her hands raised and her upper body bared.
“So I’m just gonna say a quick hello for now.” He rubbed his thumbs over both nipples at the same time.
Hannah gasped and arched her back. It felt great but also created a frustrating throb between her legs.
Grinning like he knew just how he was affecting her, he pinched, plucked, and rolled her nipples with his skillful fingers.
Her teeth were going to puncture a hole in her lip if she wasn’t careful.
“Look at you, getting all squirmy. You need something, sweetheart?”
Did she need something? She needed a lot of things. She needed use of her hands. She needed him to quit toying with her, and she needed him to yank her pants down and do something to ease the ache.
“Yes.”
“I know exactly what you need.” He released her breasts then kissed each nipple before slowly kissing his way down her stomach.
Her skin pebbled beneath his lips. Her muscles quivered, and her sex pulsed. She was so wet she felt it soaking into her panties and possibly through her sweats.
“I believe this is right where I was last time before things got messy. Can’t tell you how fucking happy I am to get another shot. Bend your knees and lift that sexy ass for me.”
She obeyed without question.
A wolfish grin stayed on his face as he worked her sweatpants and panties over her hips and down her thighs. She barely noticed as he pulled them completely off because she was too busy being aware of just how exposed she was. She had the insane urge to cross her legs to keep him from seeing how soaking wet her sex was.
“I don’t think so,” he said as she started to shut her thighs. He pushed them wide before settling in between once again. Only this time, he was eye level with her sex.
She swallowed.
“Damn,” he said on an exhale. “That is a pretty pussy.”
“Um, thanks?” Pretty?
He chuckled. “Look at you. So wet for me, huh?” Before she had a chance to squeak out an answer, he said, “Please tell me I can eat you.”
She sucked in a breath so fast, it caught in her throat, making her cough. JP chuckled again. He seemed to get a thrill out of flustering her. For days, she’d been fantasizing about him like this even though she didn’t have the experience to know exactly what to expect.
It was just so…intimate. He was about to be all up in her. There was no way to hide. Nowhere to run.
“I’ve jerked off to thoughts of my mouth on your pussy.”
No one had ever spoken to her in such crude, raw language. She’d be lying if she said she hated it. Quite the opposite. The primal way he talked, as though he didn’t have the patience to find fancier words, made her feel wanted, sexy, powerful.
“Yes,” she finally said. “Do it.”
“You’re gonna fucking love this,” he said. He dipped his head then popped it up again. “And, Hannah?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop biting that lip. I wanna hear you.”
Hannah let her bottom lip slide from between her teeth, unable to speak around the thickening in her throat.
Hear her? Why did she think that sounded so hot? In the past, when Mary Anne had regaled her with stories about guys she’d hooked up with, Hannah could never imagine herself acting in such an uninhibited way when at her most vulnerable. Now she understood. This man awakened a side of her she hadn’t known existed under mountains of obligation and responsibility.