Immortal (Fallen Angels #6)(33)
Author: J.R. Ward

He pushed himself back from her. “Shit.”

“What?” she mumbled, leaning into his arms. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how far you want this to go.” Damn it, the way she was pushing her breasts up to him, her body seemed as ready as his was. “You don’t have to do this—”

“What makes you think I want to stop.”

She put her mouth to his again, and oh, man, wrong call, but sooooo fucking right. And this time he let his tongue do what it wanted to, licking its way in, taking her. That was when she moaned his name.

He almost came in his dusty pants.

Abruptly, she pushed against him, nailing his bad shoulder with her palm. With a hiss, he broke the contact.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, wincing. “I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no, it’s cool. I’m going too fast—”

She settled that score by reaching down for the bottom of her shirt and whipping the whole thing over her head.

Jim’s exhale was part curse, part prayer of thanks. Until he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Sweet Mary,” he breathed as he looked at her pink-tipped breasts. “You’re going to kill me.”

“I’m done wasting time,” she said, staring into his eyes. “And I’m done wondering what it’s like. And I’m totally finished with fighting the fact that I want you.”

Boom. Boom. Boom.

His heart was beating so hard, he had to give his sternum props for keeping the muscle inside of his immortal body.

Staring at her breasts, Jim dipped his head and led with tongue, at the same time he lifted her up to his mouth. As he latched onto her nipple, her head fell all the way back, and she said his name in a rough voice that was sexier than anything he’d ever heard in his life. Worshiping her with his lips, he let his hands start roaming. She was so much smaller than he was, but she seemed just as strong, jacking up against his hold, trying to get closer.

Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of him was ready to take her right here, right now. But the decimal point of decency forced him to be reasonable.

She was, after all, a virgin. And although there were a lot of rules that were off, given the fucked-up kind of existence they both had, she deserved better than a wham-bam for her first time.

Besides, it was entirely possible that she was going to come to her senses and regret this.

He slowed himself down, forced his hands to stay on the outside of her hips, told his cock to pipe-down-big-guy.

She sensed the change in him immediately. “Don’t stop.”

“Sissy—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” She pegged him right in the eye. “Don’t.”

Well, considering the way she was looking at him? He was incapable of not giving her whatever she wanted: car, house, orgasm after orgasm after—

“How ’bout we compromise,” he drawled, dropping back down to her mouth and running his tongue across her lower lip. As she shuddered in his arms, he had to smile. “Yeah, how ’bout we just focus on you.”

“Jim, I want—”

“I know what you want. And I’m going to give it to you.”

There was nothing like this in the world.

That was the only thing Sissy could think of as she lay in Jim’s arms, half-naked and fully turned on. The rest of it was all instinct and heat, a need for something that she’d previously been lukewarm on, a drive to get closer to him than her own skin.

As she arched against him, he didn’t leave her hanging, coming back to her mouth and kissing her more. She had the clear sense he was holding everything back on his side, and that just plain sucked. If only she could—

That big hand of his, the one on her hip, shifted down to her thigh … and moved inside, inching its way up to the source of her heat.

Everything went heavy and sluggish—in the best way. Moving her leg up and to the side, she gave him all the access he needed as she hung onto the bulk of his shoulders and waited for him to get where she wanted him to be. He went slowly, oh, so slowly, but that was good too, because it meant she could feel everything—from the way his tongue penetrated her mouth, to the hard contours of his arms, to the straining at the tips of her bare breasts and the coiling urgency inside of her.

When he cupped her sex, she cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders—except he just stayed there and kissed her, as if he were giving her a moment to adjust. After a time, though, he began rubbing at her, the pressure and rasp of her panties and the sweatpants exactly what she needed. He wasn’t rough, but she wanted him to be. He wasn’t fast, but she wanted him to be.

He got the job done, and she wanted him to.

The urgency got raw quick, and Jim didn’t tease her. As if he knew this was the first orgasm she was going to have, he took her up steadily and let her body do the rest: That coil deep inside wound tighter and tighter and tighter—and when it snapped free, she felt like her blood had turned into gold, and her bones into fireworks.

His thumb continued to circle as he helped her ride the pulses out, and when it was over, she went completely limp. All she could do was stare up at him through heavy lids.

Well, now she knew why romance novels sold so well. Holy crap.

“Onv gokd tbaj okdrwa.”

Sissy frowned and mumbled, “What did you say?”

He repeated whatever it was twice before she heard him right: “We’ve got to get you dressed.”

Jim stretched an arm out, snagged her shirt, and pulled it back over her head. And then he arranged her in his lap, holding her close in his strong arms. The peace between them was as powerful as all the pleasure had been, especially as he stroked her hair back from her face. It was a surprise that a man like him could be so gentle—she felt precious, important, invaluable as he stared down at her like he didn’t want to ever leave her.

“What were you going to say to me,” she whispered, reaching up and running her fingertips down his hard cheek. The stubble that had grown in was rough, but the skin underneath was warm.

“It was—”

A set of headlights washed across the devastated front of the parlor, and Jim cursed. “Goddamn fast food. He should have gone somewhere fancier.”

Sissy had to smile. “I agree.”

“Hold on,” he grunted, shifting her and then gritting his teeth.

As he rearranged what was no doubt an erection and a half, she went right back to where they had just been, hot and hungry. Except now she wanted to pay him back.