Chapter 25
My eyes flutter open with the sudden chill. I am in bed, but a draft caresses my body. Are my French doors open?
Looking around me, I widen my eyes with shock when I notice Jared standing at the foot of my bed with my blanket in his hand.
“Jared?” I wipe my eyes and look at him questioningly. My arms go up to cover my chest, which is hardly modest under a white camisole.
“Don’t,” his husky voice commands me. “Don’t cover yourself.”
I don’t know why I obey. I let my arms fall beside me to the bed. Jared’s intense gaze scours every inch of my body as he drops the blanket to the floor. My skin is seared with his hungry observation, and I can’t seem to get enough air.
His na**d chest shimmers in the moonlight coming through my window. He wears black pants, which hang low from his strong, narrow hips.
Leaning down, he wraps his fingers around my ankles and gently eases them apart.
My legs, which are slightly bent at the knee, are now spread and hiding nothing except what is covered by my pink boy shorts.
Bending one knee onto the bed, he lowers himself until each of his hands falls beside my hips. While my knees shake with excited nerves, I watch as his head dips and kisses the top of my thigh. I gasp at the feel of his lips, soft and warm, against my skin. The flip-flop of my stomach is nothing compared to the throbbing at my core.
Why aren’t I stopping him?
I am scared to let him continue but completely in awe of the sensations pouring over my body. I watch him quietly as he trails more kisses, leading inward. The hair on the top of his head brushes my sex, and I grip the bed sheet to keep from wrapping my legs around his body and pressing him into me. His tongue touches my thigh with the next kiss, and the scorching heat of his mouth almost sends me jerking off the bed. I thread my hands through his hair, unable to control myself.
“Jared,” I plead.
He comes to hover over me, looking down into my eyes with fire and need. While his head remains high above, never breaking eye contact, his h*ps meet mine, and we start moving against each other. I feel him harden through his pants, and I like that I do that to him. My eyes close with the pleasure boiling my blood, and my need for him builds with the friction of his hard-on rubbing between my legs.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp out, the throbbing growing intense deep inside, and I know exactly where I need him to be. I need more of him.
“You’re mine, Tate.” Jared’s right hand holds the side of my chest under my arm, and his thumb strokes my breast.