Chapter 30
I blinked, already knowing–he’s misunderstanding, but his kiss swallowed any protest I had left.
The heat between us flared instantly, raw and untamed. His hands roamed over my body, kneading, exploring, setting fire to every nerve ending. My back hit the wall as he pinned me there, his hard, muscled frame pressing flush against mine.
I whimpered as his lips trailed down my throat, his tongue tracing the delicate skin before he sucked hard, marking me.
“Jared…” My fingers fisted in his shirt, desperate, needy.
He growled low in his throat before yanking the fabric over his head, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest. My hands moved on their own, splaying over his warm skin, feeling his heartbeat hammer just as wildly as mine.
His fingers found the zipper of my dress, dragging it down in one slow, torturous motion. It pooled at my feet, leaving me bare except for my flimsy underwear.
Jared’s eyes darkened as he took me in.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his fingers tracing my curves, making me shudder.
His patience, however, was razor–thin. When my panties didn’t slide off fast enough, he ripped them clean in half, the sound sending a thrill straight through me.
A breath hitched in my throat as I stood completely exposed before him. His gaze raked over my body, raw hunger flashing in his eyes.
Then, before I could react, he scooped me into his arms, slinging me over his shoulder effortlessly.
“Jared!” I gasped, laughing breathlessly as he carried me to the bed.
He laid me down with a tenderness that contradicted the storm raging inside him. But that tenderness vanished the moment he climbed over me, his large hands parting my thighs as his gaze locked onto the most intimate part of me.
I squirmed under the intensity of it, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“Don’t be shy,” he murmured, his voice thick, gravelly. “I plan to worship every inch of you.”
And then his mouth was on me.
A strangled moan tore from my lips as his tongue worked me with devastating precision,
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flicking, circling, sucking in a rhythm that had my toes curling.
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“Jared-” My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as my body arched, my entire world narrowing to the pleasure he wrung from me.
He went on mercilessly, stroking, devouring, until I was teetering on the edge–only to pull away at the last second.
“Why did you stop?” I whined, my voice wrecked with frustration.
Jared wiped his lips with the back of his hand, smirking. “You can’t cum yet,” he teased.
I was about to protest when he stood, completely naked now, his body a masterpiece of pure, unrestrained masculinity. I swallowed hard, my gaze trailing down the sharp lines of his torso to where he was already hard, thick, and throbbing.
Jared caught my stare and grinned wickedly. “Like what you see?”
I could only nod, too consumed by need to form words.
He climbed back onto the bed, settling between my thighs, his heat and weight pressing against me. I gasped as the swollen tip of him rubbed over my slick folds, teasing me, sending shivers down my spine.
“Please…” My voice was a desperate whisper.
“Please what?” He nipped at my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
I bit my lip, arching into him. “Please, stop teasing me and take me.”
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “As you wish, Mrs. Smith.”
With one smooth, fluid thrust, he filled me completely.
I cried out at the overwhelming fullness, my body stretching around him. Jared stilled, allowing me to adjust, his lips brushing against my temple, a silent reassurance.
Then, he moved.
Slow, deep strokes at first–torturous, intoxicating–before his control snapped, and he began thrusting harder, faster, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
My nails raked down his back as I matched his rhythm, lost in the raw, primal intensity of it all.
I didn’t care who heard.
Didn’t care that my moans echoed through the suite, that my screams of pleasure were
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undoubtedly making it to the hall.
I wanted him.
All of him.
An hour–maybe hours–later, we finally collapsed, tangled in damp sheets, bodies spent, breathless and utterly sated.
Jared pressed a lazy kiss to my cheek. “You were quite loud, Mrs. Smith,” he teased, his voice hoarse from exertion.
I could barely respond, too blissed–out to care.
He chuckled, running a hand through my hair. “I know you’re exhausted, but let’s go shower-”
The shrill ring of his phone cut through the silence. Frowning, he gave me a look to excuse himself before getting out of bed.
As I watched him cross over to the table to pick up his phone, naked, something stirred in my thighs. Quickly, I berated myself, reminding my body that we had just finished five rounds of sex, and I was feeling somewhat sore.
But my train of thought was interrupted by Jared’s exclamation. “What?” And his hands shook with the phone in it….
