My door flings wide and Jared reaches in and unbuckles my seat belt. There's dark determination in his face that I can't decipher. He picks me up like a kid out of a car seat, and hooks his forearm under my ass, lifting me to straddle his waist. The moment his lips meld to mine, I understand.
It's not dark determination-it's passion.
He carries me to the front door without breaking the kiss.
Like the princess with the knight, I surrender, arms twined around his neck, lips twisting over his.
Any intellectual objections I might have to Jared are lost not only to my physical desires-which have been off the charts since our interlude this morning-but now to emotional currents, as well. The intensity coming off Jared in waves is something I'd rather die than interrupt. Because it's all directed at me.
And I'll be damned if I'm going to block it this time. Jared has something to give me. And I want to accept.
He carries me toward the bedroom, but I get self-conscious and break the kiss. "Jared, I should shower-I danced all day."
He veers to the bathroom, taking my mouth again. I'm lowered gently to my feet, and he pulls my t-shirt off over my head. My belly shudders on an inhale as he stares at my bra-clad breasts like a starved man.
And then his mouth is on mine again, his hand tangled up in my hair. He backs me up until my butt hits the bathroom counter and he presses the hard bulge of his cock in the notch between my legs.
I moan against his lips.
Jared breaks away and closes both hands into fists, strain showing in the tightness of his jaw. He cages me between his two fists on the counter, but doesn't touch me.
"Take off your bra, Angelina." His voice is deep and gravelly.
I reach behind me and unhook it, letting the cups fall down as the straps slide off my shoulders.
Jared still doesn't touch me, but his gaze is a laser beam on my breasts, and there's wonder in his expression. "I'm trying to go slow, here, baby." A note of agony creeps into his voice. "Fates know I want to shove those knees wider and pound you until tomorrow."
My pussy clenches at the declaration.
"But you deserve so much better than that."
"Let me get in the shower," I murmur, still intent on cleaning up for him. I changed out of the leo and tights at school, but I still feel grubby from my classes.
His only reply is to slant his lips over mine again, licking into my mouth with his tongue. He eases back, though, pulling my ass off the counter and twists away to turn on the water. He's back a moment later, hands coasting down my sides, cupping my ass.
I yank the button on my shorts open and shimmy out of my panties as he claims my mouth again. It takes all my will-power to pull away, but I do. "I'll be right back," I murmur and back into the shower.
The water is the perfect temperature, but all I can think about it soaping up quickly to get back to Jared. As it turns out, he wasn't waiting.
The shower curtain opens and there he is in all his male glory. And let me tell you-Jared without clothes is breathtaking. He's pure muscle, and a lot of it. Tattoos wind around his shoulders and down his forearms. Golden chest hair curls over enormous pecs. His abs are defined enough to trace, quads thick and powerful. If we'd been coloring a model like him in our anatomy coloring books, I'd remember the curve of every muscle, no matter how small. Because it's clear he uses them all.
And then there's his cock. I saw it this morning, but it's flying full mast now, pointed right at me. In one large paw, he holds a foil packet.
He's on me before I've looked my fill, taking the soap from my hands and rubbing it down my back as he melds his mouth over mine again.
I moan into the kiss, rub my stiff, wet nipples against his chest.
"Angelina." His voice rasps against my neck. The soap drops but he doesn't retrieve it. He reaches the hand cupping my ass between my legs and strokes my swollen pussy.
I've never felt so beautiful, so desirable. My body is on fire for Jared and I want to give back as much as I'm getting. I hike one of my knees up to wrap around his waist, and grind my clit down on the root of his shaft.
His fingers slip between the crack of my ass and I gasp when he zeroes in on my anus with the pad of one finger. Like the first time he touched me there, I squeeze my cheeks closed reflexively. It doesn't stop him, his wet digit slides over my most taboo of holes as if he's confident it will give me pleasure.
And-oh hell-it does. I don't want it to-it's so freaking embarrassing-but yes, I'm rubbing harder over his cock. I've never been this turned on in my life-I'm already halfway over the crest into orgasm, just from his finger between my crack.
But no, it's so much more than that. It's not even the mechanics-it's the energy behind everything Jared brings to this. I sense the gift in it. He's not taking for himself. He's honoring me. My body. With all of him.
I snatch the condom from his fingers and tear it open with my teeth. Jared grips the base of his cock and holds it for me to roll on the rubber. His breath hisses in over his teeth when I make contact and I realize his thighs are shaking as much as mine.
As soon as the condom is on, he pushes me back against the shower wall, pulling my knee up to his hip again. The head of his cock prods my entrance and I mewl with excitement, the need to have him inside me so intense.