Body Games (Games #5)(50)
Author: Jessica Clare

Sometimes, that was all you needed.

Jendan sat me on the edge of the bed and brushed my tangled hair aside, then began to kiss my neck. I moaned.

Okay, sometimes you needed that stuff, and then you needed a sexy, gorgeous man to make love to you. That, too.

I clung to Jendan as he pressed his mouth to my neck, wrapping my legs around his strong thighs. His big body practically enveloped mine, something that I found incredibly arousing. My hands went to his butt and I grabbed it, kneading. Oh heavens, he had such a tight ass. I could bounce quarters – or heck, golf balls – off of it. I gave it another pleased squeeze, and he took the hint and pushed me back on the bed, body looming over mine.

“Condoms?” I asked as my mouth went to his ear, and I ran my tongue along his earlobe.

He groaned and tore his mouth away from my throat, then looked over at the bathroom, then back at me. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’ll be right here,” I teased, feeling breathless and giddy with happiness.

Jendan disentangled himself from my limbs and headed to the bathroom while I stretched out on the bed and waited. I heard him rummaging through the drawers, pulling them out and slamming them shut again. “Aha!” He reappeared a moment later with a strip of condoms. “Thank God for that. I’d have hated to run next door for condoms sporting wood.”

I eyed his jeans, which were now straining across his erection. “But it’s such magnificent wood. You sure you don’t want to share it with everyone?”

“It’s a one-woman kind of wood,” he said, sauntering back to the bed. He tossed the condoms down on the bedside table and grinned at me. “He’s not a big fan of sharing.”

“Lucky for him, neither am I.” I pressed my hand against his bulge and tsked. “He looks like he’s trapped in there.”

“Wanna free the beast?”

I giggled. “As long as you promise to never use that line again.”

He made a ‘cross my heart’ symbol and grinned at me. “You’re telling me that’s not a winner? I’m hurt.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” I teased. My hand rubbed on his c**k again and I watched him as his eyes closed with an expression of sheer bliss. “Is that better?”

“Much,” he said thickly, reaching out and holding on to one banister of the bed while I stroked and fondled his c**k through his jeans.

Pleased at his reaction, I continued to rub him through the denim with one hand, while the other went to his button fly. I undid each button, revealing a hint of plaid cotton boxers underneath. Nothing racy or impractical for Jendan…but for some reason, the sight of that pleased me very much. Despite his daredevil career, Jendan was a normal guy.

And I found that the more I knew about him, the more arousing that ‘normal’ was. Kip had been impractical and wild, and he’d also been a douche. Jendan might not be impractical or wild, but he also turned me on far more than Kip ever had.

When his fly was finally loosened, I grabbed the sides of his jeans and began to tug them down. Jendan’s hand went to my hair and he dragged his fingers through it, then cupped my face. “You’re so lovely, Annabelle. I’m the luckiest guy in Fiji right now.”

I gave him an arch, teasing smile, hiding the fact that his words made my heart flutter. “You’re about to get even luckier,” I told him, and dragged his boxers down to his knees. His c**k sprang free, the full, thick length of it making my mouth water a little. “There’s my old friend,” I murmured. “I’ve missed seeing him.”

“Not half as much as he’s missed you,” Jendan said, and his thumb traced my lower lip. “Or even close to as much as I’ve missed you. Just seeing you next to me. Waking up to your smile. Your hand touching mine. I’ve missed all of you, Annabelle. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I go home.”

My throat tightened at his sweet words. “Hookers and blow?”

He chuckled. “Despite what you might think of Hollywood people, not all of us are into that sort of thing.”

“I know,” I said softly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do either.” I tilted my head back and looked up at him. “Let’s not think about it right now, okay?”

He nodded and cupped my cheek again, just gazing down at me.

We both needed a distraction, or I was going to start weeping at the prospect of leaving his side again just after being reunited. So I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his c**k and gave it a small squeeze. That got his attention. Jendan’s hand went to my shoulder and he squeezed in response, and began to stroke my skin through the fabric of my shirt. “God, Annabelle.”

“If you get this excited,” I teased lightly, “You’re really going to be in for a treat when I put my mouth on you.”

He groaned again.

All right, then. Time to put my money where my mouth was. With another squeeze of his thick length, I leaned in and brushed my tongue over the head of his cock. A bead of pr**cum met my tastebuds, filling my mouth with Jendan’s unique flavor.

Above me, Jendan groaned again, and his hands tangled in my hair. “Wait, wait. Slow up.”

I pulled away, curious. Did he not like head? “Did I do something wrong?”

“Christ, no.” He took my hand and dragged me to my feet. “I just…want us to be on equal ground for our first time. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything for me.”

I pushed his hands off of me. “Obligated? I’m not obligated to do anything. I wanted to touch you. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one preoccupied during the game, then,” he said with a grin and a kiss on my nose. “I don’t know… I guess I’m just feeling weird about this.”

“Because for so long it was look but don’t touch, and now we can finally touch?”

He nodded, burying his hands in my hair again and giving me another steamy look. “Though I have to admit, I’m enjoying touching you.”

“You can touch me for a while if you’d rather,” I told him, stroking my hands along his strong arms. “I’m certainly not going to protest.”

“Can I take your clothes off of you?”

I nodded, fighting off the weird hint of shyness I felt. He’d seen me na**d daily for the last six weeks. Why did this feel so very different? This must have been how he’d felt when I’d started to go down on him.