Page 55 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
We stared at each other through the mirror for a few moments until I was no longer looking at our reflection. Jess spun me around and I was now looking at his naked chest. I didn’t get to look at it for long because seconds later, he bent down, hoisted me at the back of my thighs and carried me out of the bathroom. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall as he hauled me straight to bed.
He dropped me on my back and followed me down as we both sank into the soft mattress. I was about to warn him that this was likely going to be the worst sex of his life when his mouth came down hard on top of mine.
Jess took control of my mouth with his, and even if I could have remembered what I was going to say, speech would have eluded me. All of my nervous energy was suddenly replaced with heated desire. Right now, my body was in control and it needed Jess.
My brain could process all of that other stuff later.
We kissed with no hesitation. We didn’t need to rein ourselves in tonight because finally, we weren’t going to stop.
Jess left my mouth and started kissing my neck. He sucked and kissed down my jaw to my collarbone. I was already hot from the kiss, but the farther he progressed down my neck, the more I ignited. My sex was throbbing like never before and I was taking deep, labored breaths, trying to suck in enough oxygen so that I wouldn’t pass out.
“Did you lock the door?” I asked breathlessly.
Jess murmured, “Uh-huh,” against my neck, dragging his tongue over my earlobe. His teeth bit it lightly before he sucked it into his mouth, sending a shiver straight to my core.
I moaned quietly and sank into the bed, stretching out my neck to give him better access.
His kisses trailed lower on my chest and down my sternum until he leaned back away from me. I instantly missed the heat and weight of his body on top of mine.
He grabbed the hem of my tank, and with a whoosh, my top was gone.
I fell back into the bed and he splayed his hands at my sides. Those bright blue eyes of his were heated, taking me in. With another whoosh, my shorts and gray lace panties were gone too.
I lay there bare for him, my legs wide, bracketing his thighs.
Again his beautiful eyes roamed my body, but this time, he whispered, “True beauty.”
My breath hitched, and my heart beat so hard in my chest it hurt. I hoped and wished with all I had that he was sincere. That he thought I was beautiful. That it wasn’t just a line.
Because those powerful words were like a balm to my heart, healing what had been broken in the past. I desperately wanted them to be real.
He came back down on top of me and took my mouth in another deep, wet kiss. My hands lifted to the sides of his face and my fingers pulled at his hair.
He broke apart from me once more to take off his black boxer briefs. I caught a glimpse of his cock as he moved back on top of me. Jess was beautiful. Every inch. And there were a lot of inches to admire.
My eyes met his as he settled his hips between my thighs. His arms at my sides, his weight on his elbows, his hands touching my face. He gently caressed both sides of my jaw with his thumbs while looking deeply into my eyes.
Jess communicated a lot with his eyes. Anger. Humor. Affection.
And in that moment, his eyes told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. A woman desired and cherished.
“You ready, baby?” he whispered.
“Yes.” I nodded.
He studied me for a moment to make sure I wasn’t lying. Then his mouth came down on mine again. There would be no more talking or gentle caresses.
I battled his tongue with my own as our kiss became a frenzied mashing of lips and teeth.
His hands left my face and traveled to my breasts, stroking both thumbs across my nipples and sending a shock wave between my legs. The feel of his hard cock pushed up against my sex made me soaking wet and ready for him. His mouth broke from mine as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Trailing wet kisses across my chest, he turned his attention to the other one and gave it a strong suck and a tug with his teeth. One of his hands traveled down my stomach to my sex. He stroked me gently, rubbing my wetness around as he kept at my nipples with his mouth. I turned my head so I could moan into the pillow as I savored the feel of him playing with me.
When he slipped a finger inside me, I went from being hot to on fire. I was so primed and ready I ached with the need for him to be inside me.
“Jess,” I moaned as my fingers tugged his hair.
He abandoned my nipples to grab the foil packet from the nightstand. He sat back on his calves, straddling me, and pulled on the condom. Coming back down on top of me, he put one elbow in the bed beside my head while his hand guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. He flicked it over my clit once and then again, each time making me tremble.
Slowly, he pushed inside. He’d move in an inch and then back out. Again and again. It was torture. Amazing torture. The ache in my core was so strong I grabbed and clawed at the sheets under my hands.
