And when he smoothed his hand over her belly and started moving south, he heard the hitch in her breath and smiled.

Yeah, that's exactly where he was going. Right to the b.u.t.ton of her jeans. He undid the b.u.t.ton, drew the zipper down, and slid his hand into her pants.

"Ty."

He wasn't sure if his name was a statement, a whisper, or a plea. All he knew was her skin felt like fire under her flimsy silk panties. He dipped his fingers below her s.e.x and touched the dangling piercing. Her body hummed, and her sweet scent filled the air around them. He slipped his fingers lower and she was damp.

"Let's get these off."

She tugged at the hips of her jeans and shimmied out of them, kicking them to the end of the couch.

Her panties had white and pink stripes and were see-through, the edges barely sc.r.a.ping her hip bones. She reached for them but he stopped her.

"Leave these on. They're s.e.xy. Let me touch you."

He palmed the panties, felt her heat and wetness through them. And when he swiped his fingers over her s.e.x, she arched against him. He spread the panties aside, sweeping his fingers over her p.u.s.s.y lips. She was like velvet here, smooth and silky. He wanted to lick her, to feel her sweet cream spill over his tongue until she came.

He sat her up and laid her back against the sofa, then dropped to his knees, drawing her legs to the edge. He scooped her b.u.t.t in his hands and tilted her toward his mouth, then met her gaze as he licked the length of her.

"Oh," was all she said as he flicked his tongue along the piercing at her c.l.i.t, then took it in his mouth and sucked her, letting the bud rest against his tongue. Her flavor made his d.i.c.k pound. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted her to come in his mouth.

He lashed his tongue across her lips, then slid it inside her. She lifted against him, sliding her p.u.s.s.y against his face.

Her response drove him crazy. It would be so easy to take his c.o.c.k out and pound it inside her right now until they both came. But this was a sweet pleasure for her, and her pleasure was more important. His would come later.

Everything about her turned him on, from the way she lifted her b.u.t.t to the way her muscles tightened when she was near o.r.g.a.s.m. He flattened his tongue against her c.l.i.t and wriggled it around the piercing. She cried out with a low moan, climaxing with shudders and whispered moans that nearly shattered his control.

He kissed her thighs and her belly, moving up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, watching them rise and fall with her heavy breathing.

She lifted her head and smiled down at him, then reached for him to plant a kiss on his mouth, licking his lips and taking a taste of herself.

"Mmm," she said, then grabbed his shirt and lifted it off him, tossing it aside. She planted her hands on his shoulders, letting her hands slide down his arms.

He liked the way she touched him, liked the way her gaze roamed over his body with a pure feminine appreciation that made him d.a.m.n glad to be a man.

"Now I want you on the sofa," she said.

He was happy to comply.

"But first, get those pants off."

He grinned, kicked his boots and socks off, then watched as she slid to her knees on the floor.

Oh, yeah. He saw where she was going with this, and his b.a.l.l.s tightened. The thought of her mouth on him made his d.i.c.k quiver in antic.i.p.ation. He wanted this, had thought about it over and over again in his fantasies about Jenna. And he had a lot of fantasies about her when he wasn't with her. Even when he was with her.

So he thought about her a lot. Didn't mean anything. Just meant she was hot and he hadn't had his fill of her yet.

It might take awhile for him to get enough of Jenna.

She rose up against him, dragging her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest. The tease of her nipples made his c.o.c.k ache for her. He widened his legs, but she drew back.

"Not yet. I have plans for you." She brushed her thumb against his bottom lip, then swiped his lip with her tongue before diving in to take a hard, hot taste of him.

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, skimming the soft skin of her back before snaking down to grab a handful of the sweet globes of her a.s.s. He pulled her against his c.o.c.k, needing to feel that connection. His d.i.c.k throbbed. He'd tasted her, waited for her, and wanted to be inside her-now.

But Jenna had other plans, because she pulled away, planting kisses on his neck as she wound her way down to his chest, using her hands and mouth to drive him crazy. She razed his nipples with the tips of her fingers, dragging her tongue over one, then the other. He sucked in a breath as a lightning bolt of sensation shot to his c.o.c.k. It jutted up between them and he rubbed it against her belly.

She laughed, lifted her head to grin at him. "I'm getting there. Be patient."

He didn't feel patient right now. He was hungry for her.

She had a body he couldn't get enough of, and the way she touched him drove him crazy. She was torturing him with her fingernails, raking them down his body, her mouth following her touch. She licked him, dragged her teeth over his skin until he lifted his hips off the sofa. He wasn't sure if he wanted more or if he couldn't stand it. All he knew was it felt so d.a.m.n good and he wanted her hands and her mouth near his c.o.c.k.

And when she laid her hands over his thighs and lifted her head to meet his gaze, he was ready to beg.

But he didn't have to, because she gripped his c.o.c.k at the base and stroked it, winding both hands over the shaft. He laid his head back and watched as she rolled her thumb over the crest.

His b.a.l.l.s tightened and his c.o.c.k jerked as she squeezed his c.o.c.k in a vise grip.

G.o.d, he could shoot his load right now just watching her hands on him.

And when she bent and put her lips over the head, he gritted his teeth, because her mouth was hot and wet and it was sweet h.e.l.l from a beautiful woman.

She rolled her tongue over his c.o.c.k head, then down along the underside of his shaft, teasing his b.a.l.l.s with the tip of her tongue before flattening it and worshiping his ball sac.

"Christ, Jenna. That feels good."

She took his b.a.l.l.s in her mouth and rolled her tongue over them, then licked back up to his c.o.c.k again, flicking her tongue over every part of it before engulfing it with her mouth.

She went down on him like a G.o.ddess, like every man's dream. He leaned forward and tangled his fingers in her hair, helping her set a rhythm. He couldn't help but push her down on his c.o.c.k so she'd take all of him, wondering if she'd balk.

She made sounds of approval, wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft to squeeze and stroke him. His b.a.l.l.s quivered. He couldn't take much more of this. He gritted his teeth, his body stretched tight with the need to release.

"Oh, yeah, I'm going to come." He wanted to give her time to back up and let go of him, but she pressed her lips firmly around his c.o.c.k.

He broke into a sweat as his o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through his body, making him shudder and rock so hard his legs shook. Watching Jenna take it all, her throat working as she swallowed, heightened the intensity of his o.r.g.a.s.m. When it was over, Jenna released him, pressing a kiss to his c.o.c.k. She licked her lips and climbed up his body to kiss him. He cupped the back of her neck and slipped his tongue in her mouth, shaken by the intimacy she'd shown him.

She laid her head on his chest and caressed him, letting him recover.

"You taste good," she said.

He grinned. "So do you. And thanks. I enjoyed that."

"So did I. I've wanted to do that for a while, but you're always doing things for me."

He rubbed her back, loving the way she arched against his hand, like she wanted more. "I like kissing you and touching you. I like knowing you get off on what I do for you."

She lifted her head to look at him. "Everything you do to me gets me off. But you probably already noticed that."

"You have a responsive body."

"Not with everyone. But with you? Definitely yes."

"There are others?"

She laughed. "No. I think you know that, too. And how about you, hotshot hockey player? With Liz as your agent? She's got to be throwing women at you all the time."

"She's reformed after the mess with Mick. Said she's staying out of her clients' love lives forever."

"I believe that. Not that you'd have any trouble attracting plenty of women on your own."

Interesting that she wanted to know if he was seeing other women. And here he thought she didn't care. Maybe he was wrong.

He ran his hands down her rib cage, then pulled her up on his lap to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I'm too busy to chase women."

"You've been doing a pretty decent job chasing me."

"Ah, but you're special."

"Yeah? How so?"

"I like the way you look, the way you taste, the way you come apart under my hands and my mouth." He grazed his thumbs over her nipples.

She sucked in a breath. "Oh, that feels good. Pinch them."

He grasped her nipples between his thumb and middle fingers, giving them a light squeeze.

"I like that I can touch you like this and you tell me what you want."

"G.o.d, yes, I like that. Do it harder."

He liked that she could get into a little pain, that he didn't have to treat her like a fragile flower. His c.o.c.k felt like throbbing steel as he tightened his grip on her nipples. He pulled and tweaked them until she gasped.

Jenna grasped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tugged her bottom lip with her teeth. She rocked her p.u.s.s.y against his c.o.c.k.

"Can you get yourself off that way?" he asked.

"Probably."

"Do it. I want to watch."

She surged forward, then back, sliding her wet p.u.s.s.y against his shaft. He caught teasing glimpses of her tiny piercing, felt it when she seesawed back and forth over his raging hard-on.

The muscles of her thighs worked as she pitched forward, then leaned back, using his c.o.c.k to pleasure herself. And when she reached down to rub her c.l.i.t, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He held on to her and leaned forward, grabbing the condom from his pants. He tore open the wrapper, and Jenna scooted back while he put it on in record time.

She lifted, then impaled herself on his c.o.c.k, crying out when he was fully buried inside her.

His c.o.c.k jerked as she surrounded him, squeezing him with tiny pulses.

"I'm so ready to come," she said, panting heavily. She leaned back, resting her hands on his thighs. "Finish me off, then f.u.c.k me hard."

He moistened his fingers with her juices and rubbed his fingers over her c.l.i.t.

"Oh, right there." She met his gaze full on as he pumped into her and ma.s.saged the hard bud. "Yes, that's going to make me come, Ty."

He felt the contractions of her o.r.g.a.s.m grip him in a tight vise. She moaned, then rode him hard as she came, throwing herself forward, lifting and slamming down on his c.o.c.k.

Watching her come was magic. She went on full force, going from one peak to the next. He thrust deep with all he had until he couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped his arms around her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deeply as he climaxed with a hard groan. Jenna threaded her fingers into his hair and held on tight while he jettisoned his come with a shudder and a groan.

He licked her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, loving the vibration of her contented hum as they settled. He fell back against the sofa and she brushed his hair away from his forehead.

Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples swollen. The aftermath of s.e.x with her was always fun. She wasn't shy about her body or about s.e.x, likely why he enjoyed being with her.

"I'm hungry again," she said.

"There's leftover pizza."

She nodded. "I love cold pizza."

He slapped her on the b.u.t.t. "Me, too."

She climbed off him. "Good. You'll need the protein, because I'll be ready for another round soon."

"Insatiable, are you?"

She reached for her clothes and headed toward the bathroom. "You have no idea."

THIRTEEN.

JENNA DIDN'T NORMALLY CONSIDER HERSELF s.e.x-starved.

Oh, she loved s.e.x, craved a good o.r.g.a.s.m, but it was rare to find a guy who was her equal in bed.

She knew she was going to have a problem with Ty. Not only was he fun to be around, he was a s.e.xual dynamo. He gave her everything she wanted, and then some. He wasn't needy, wimpy, metros.e.xual, or submissive. Surprisingly, a lot of men were. She didn't want to take charge in bed. She didn't mind on occasion, but she wanted a man who knew what he was doing with his c.o.c.k. Ty definitely knew what to do with it. She got hot flashes just thinking about what he did with his c.o.c.k. And his hands. And his mouth. d.a.m.n.

He also didn't fish for compliments about his s.e.xual prowess-unsurprisingly, a lot of men did that, too. He seemed content to have s.e.x with her and obviously enjoyed the h.e.l.l out of it, just like she did. And not once did he ask her if it had been okay for her, or if he'd been good enough. He'd just a.s.sumed he'd rocked her world, which he had. She'd clearly given him evidence of that.

They made a good pair, and didn't that just suck, because her intent was to wring as much pleasure as she could out of him, then when she got tired of the game, dump him.

That sounded awful, but h.e.l.l, men did it all the time. Why couldn't she?