She stared, transfixed, as he lowered his head between her legs. Before anything happened, she pressed the back of her hands into the bed, bracing.
JP’s nose brushed her in her inner thigh, making her jump and yip.
“Shhh.” His hot breath tickled her skin. “Settle, baby.”
Baby? No man had ever called her that. It shouldn’t send a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering through her stomach, but it did. Another quick brush of his nose along her inner thigh followed by a deep inhale. Did he just smell her?
A deep rumble came from him the second before his tongue licked the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. Hannah gasped. Her fingers curled into fists. Nails dug into her palms, but she barely noticed the prick of pain.
“Mmm,” JP murmured.
Then he licked right where she was wet and most needy.
She cried out as a burst of electricity shot through her limbs. Over and over, he teased her with little, playful licks, like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. Each one in a different part of her sex. She never knew where his tongue would land, only that it would feel incredible.
After a few moments of trying to process all the new and overwhelming sensations, JP’s actions became less flirty and more intentioned. He licked, sucked, and even used his teeth to drive her out of her mind.
Before she knew it, she was lifting her hips off the bed to increase the pressure of his mouth.
He grabbed her butt with both hands, holding her to his hungry mouth. Then, as he ate her, he kneaded her cheeks with those strong fingers.
Hannah moaned out loud. God, she sounded like a porn star. She felt like one, letting him do whatever the hell he wanted without a single word. But she couldn’t quell the noises coming from her or think of a single reason to stop him.
Hannah watched every move he made. She couldn’t have looked away for anything. She’d never seen a sight more erotic than his dark head working between her legs.
They’d crossed a line she could never return from. She loved every second of her time with him. And with this added layer of a physical relationship, she was likely to start stalking the man.
How would she eventually return to Colorado? To a quiet apartment? To suffocating grief, a dysfunctional family, and crushing pressure to live her life as dictated by someone else?
Now that she discovered just how good JP made her feel both in and out of bed, how would she ever leave?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SHE TASTED LIKE fucking sunshine.
Bright, warm, intoxicating; her flavor lit up every cell in him. And those noises she made? Damn, he wanted to record them and listen on repeat every time he got the urge to rub one out, which was damn often since Hannah walked into his life. He hadn’t gone after his cock so much since he was a teen and got hard every time the clock ticked.
As soon as her ass lifted off the bed, he had to get his hands on it. Those cheeks filled his hands perfectly, giving him something to squeeze as he held her up and feasted.
His cock was so hard, he could barely stand the pressure of his shorts holding it hostage.
If he didn’t make her come in the next few minutes, he’d embarrass the hell out of himself by unloading inside his drawers.
Time to take this to the next level.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, eliciting an adorable half gasp, half squeak from Hannah; the same sound she made every time he changed things up. For a few moments, he kept up the assault on her clit, licking, sucking, and playing until she was trembling and thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow.
He could live and die a happy man, right there. Between her legs, ready to pleasure her on a moment’s notice.
After torturing her clit, he licked down and straight into her pussy. Hannah shouted and jammed her hips upward. His nose bumped her clit. Her juices coated his face, and her scent bled into his pores.
He’d never been happier.
“J-JP,” she said on a gasp as he tongue-fucked her damn good. “Please, JP.”
“Please what, baby?”
“I don’t know!” Desperation tinged her voice. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, making a mess of her hair. Sweat dotted her stomach and tits. Her face flushed with a healthy glow. She kept her hands exactly where he’d placed them, by her head.
Damn, she was a fucking sight. The picture of erotic surrender.
Sometime soon, he’d have to shoot a few photos of her in this needy frantic state.
“I think I’m gonna come,” she said, breathless. “God, I think I’m gonna come soon.”
“Fuckin’ do it,” he growled before diving back into the most delicious treat he’d ever had.