He's All That. Debbi Rawlins

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      She clutched his shoulder to keep her balance, unsure what he’d do next, nervous that he might be jumping the gun a bit. But after he got her to step out of the panties, he cast them aside, and then raised himself to a standing position, casually, as if he hadn’t been tonguing distance from her heat.

      The bastard knew what he’d done, what he’d made her wrongly believe he’d had planned, judging by the amusement in his eyes. Robbing him of time to gloat, she yanked his boxers down and then stood back, staring, as she waited for him to get rid of them.

      He seemed in no hurry, and totally unselfconscious of his hard thick arousal aimed heavenward, and her heart pounded so loudly she thought he surely could hear it. When he lowered his gaze, he took his time there, too, leisurely surveying her breasts, her hips, her thighs.

      “I’ve gotta admit, Ms. Whitford…” His gaze came up to rest briefly on her lips and then on her eyes. “You turned out mighty fine.”

      His approval sent a thrill through her that took her by surprise. Made her chest tighten with odd and unexpected emotion. Threw her off balance.

      She swallowed. “Well, Mr. Conners, I’d have to say the same about you.” She’d hoped for something wittier but it was the best she could do.

      A hint of a smile danced at the corners of his mouth as he reached for her hand and drew her close. She tilted her head back to meet his kiss. It was gentle yet coaxing and she slid her arms around his waist, enjoying the feel of his erection pressed to her belly. Encouragingly, she wanted to believe that his heart pounded at least as hard as hers and she slid her hands down to mold the firm swell of his buttocks.

      He groaned and moved his hips. She pressed harder against him as if he were a magnet and she was a piece of metal helplessly drawn to him.

      “Come,” he said, his voice hoarse and raspy as he led her to the bed. He yanked the burgundy cover back, and then the matching blanket to expose the white sheets.

      He hooked an arm around her waist and took her down with him. Sprawling out in the middle of the bed, he kept hold of her as she lay half on top of him, half off. Laughing, she tried to scramble into a more dignified position, but he flipped her onto her back and pressed her into the mattress with his body.

      “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, using the tip of his tongue to trace her jaw.

      She arched her neck and he continued his trek down her throat to her breasts. She sighed. “I’m staying right where I am.”

      “You’re right,” he murmured, his warm breath coating her nipple right before he took it into his mouth.

      Reflexively she squirmed and he suckled harder as his hand found her other breast. Lightly he pinched the tip between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned with pleasure, and he suckled harder still.

      She kneaded the muscles across his back, ran her palms down his taut skin toward his backside but her reach was unsatisfactory. She struggled to gain better access but he wouldn’t let her move.

      “Jake?”

      “Hmm?”

      “I have condoms in my purse.”

      He looked up. “In a hurry, are we?”

      “No, I just didn’t want to get carried away before we protected ourselves.”

      “Don’t worry. I’m not that carried away.” He put his mouth back on her breast, but she couldn’t relax.

      The remark stung. Of course he probably didn’t mean it the way she took it, but he must have sensed her mood change because he lifted his head again and smiled. Without a word, he got up and went to get his jeans. He withdrew a couple of foil packets from the pocket.

      Watching the sleek, easy way he moved eased her tension. No question, he not only had the best chest but the best butt she’d ever seen. With or without clothes.

      “I’ll leave these right here on the nightstand for later,” he said, holding up the packets, and then dropping them near the lamp. “Unless you’re in a hurry.”

      She shook her head, unabashedly staring at the tautness and definition of his belly. Even with the interruption, his erection hadn’t subsided and it was difficult not to stare there, too. “Did you play sports in high school?”

      He nodded, his appreciative gaze slipping down to her breasts. “Why?”

      “Which one?”

      “Football for three years.” He stretched out beside her, and cupped a hand over her breast. “And then hockey for a year in college.”

      “You went to college?”

      Annoyance flashed in his eyes. He released her and lay back with one hand behind his head.

      “I’m only surprised because you didn’t mention it last night.” She curled into him and played with the hair around his navel.

      “I dropped out after two years. I hated being in a classroom. Are we just going to talk?”

      She ignored the irritation in his voice and tracked the stream of hair down his belly, pleased when he sucked in a breath. He stayed perfectly still while she ran her palm lower. She wrapped her hand around him, and closing his eyes, he groaned.

      She continued to explore the length of him, a fascinating combination of smooth satin and the hardness of steel. When she used her finger to probe the tip, he shifted and captured her wrist.

      A slow smile lifted his lips as he brought her palm to his mouth. He licked the center, and then kissed it.

      She smiled. “Chicken.”

      “Yeah?” He slid his hand between her thighs.

      “Oh.” She tried to squeeze her legs together but it was too late. Already she was so wet, one slight graze of his finger was likely to send her rocketing to the ceiling.

      “Look who’s chicken now.” He tongued her earlobe.

      “Not chicken, just— Oh, my, God—” She closed her eyes as he drove a finger into her. And then another.

      “Relax,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

      “I know. I—” She couldn’t think anymore. What was he doing with his fingers? She’d never felt anything like this before…

      She threw her head back and he trailed his tongue over the curve of her neck, to her jaw and then nipped at her earlobe. A low whimper escaped her and he covered the sound with his mouth, his lips soft and coaxing, his fingers unrelenting as he probed deeper.

      Afraid she’d come too fast, she tried to grasp his forearm, but he wouldn’t stop. Unexpectedly he moved to suckle her breasts and she arched off the bed, only intensifying his exploration.

      “Jake, we’d better slow down,” she murmured.

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