When she lay limp in his arms, he gently brushed the damp tendrils of hair off her forehead and cheeks.
She turned her head and looked up, specks of flickering lamplight reflecting in her shining eyes. “Your hands are truly wonders of nature.”
Was that awe he detected in her voice? How could that be?
She shifted, let her hand trail down his side, and caressed his hip. “You certainly are a patient man.” Her fingers ran his rigid length and back to circle the head, stroking with gentle touches.
He hissed out a breath. “For good reason.”
Her soft hand encircled his shaft and started a sensual massage, alternately cupping and rolling his balls in her palm. Her thumb rubbed the underside, while her fingers rippled along his sensitive shaft.
All rational thoughts fled and his body acted purely on instinct. Possess and claim. He pushed off the mattress enough to untie her pantaloons and strip them down her legs. Finally, he could look at her body in all its exquisite naked glory. But he was past the point of gazing—he had to have her. “Jazzy, I need to be in you.”
She smiled and held up her arms. “Take me, my warrior.”
With his knee, he nudged her legs apart and eased close to her opening. The head of his shaft probed her cleft and entered slowly. Seeing his length disappearing into her muff of wet brown curls excited him further. He wanted to savor the experience of their bodies coming together, but the sensations were too strong.
A single, deep stroke and he was home. “Ah, my princess.” He felt warmth spread from the inside of his body to the edges of his skin. A warmth that ran deeper than the action on this mattress. Being one with this woman felt so right.
Then he flexed his hips to withdraw to her opening and then thrust inside again. Deep and hard.
“Yes!” Jazzy arched and the points of her tits brushed his chest. Her legs wrapped around him, and she moved her hips from side to side against his groin, increasing the friction.
They moved in rhythm, caressing bare skin, nibbling at hot flesh and racing the other to the finish. Slade heard only a pounding in his ears and thrust deeper and faster, straining to stay in control until Jazzy caught up. But when she raised her head close to his chest and licked his nipple, he lost it.
One hand clamped onto her hip, he pushed himself as deep as he could go and thrust once more, exhaling a loud groan as his seed pumped inside Jazzy.
From deep within, her body clamped him tightly, milking his rigid dick, and her cry of pleasure echoed his.
He slumped over her body, breathing heavily onto her neck, waiting for his blood to slow its racing.
Within moments, he felt her fingers making lazy trails up and down his back. He grunted and tried to lean some of his weight on an elbow, barely able to lift his head high enough to look into her face.
Her eyes flashed and a wicked smile covered her saucy lips. “That was wonderful. What shall we pretend now?”
Chapter Four
Jazzy fought against the sting building behind her eyes. Never had a man paid attention to her intimate needs. She’d always been the one to worry about the customers getting their money’s worth. Movements she used had always been one of several routines. Even the words she’d spoken just now sounded rehearsed to her own ears.
But not tonight. This was exciting and unusual, and she aimed to enjoy it while it lasted. She aligned her body alongside his hip and ran her fingers up his thigh, leaving a trail of twitching muscle. This big, strong man was reacting to her simple touch, and he wasn’t even paying for the privilege of being naked together in the bed. “Now, you just relax. My turn for a little fun.”
She slid from the sheets, grabbed the coverlet from the foot of the bed, and swathed her body. The cloth covered her from breasts to toes, cinched in place by her arms held close to her side. When she turned back to Slade, she dipped her chin and only looked at him through