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  She turned her body into the needle-sharp spray of water so that it stung her hardened nipples. She lifted her other hand to caress her breast, taunting the nipple, grazing and pinching lightly.

  Her legs quaked as she pictured Jared's mouth on her, at her breasts, between her legs. She could imagine how hot and wet his tongue would be, pretended it was there instead of her fingers, teasing her clit now with light caresses. She stroked harder. When she grasped her nipple between her fingers and pinched, hard, she exploded in orgasm. The shock of pleasure jolted through her as the water sluiced over her shuddering body.

  She gasped, hanging onto the shower head with one hand, her legs threatening to go out from under her.

  If only a man could make her come like that.

  Her pulse fluttered, then calmed. She wondered if Jared could be the first. The first time a lover would make her shiver, cry out, explode. Wondered if he were half as good with his hands and his mouth as he was in her imagination. Her hands skimmed over her breasts, the nipples still engorged and tingling. Her body came to life once more, heat blooming in her still throbbing pussy. She groaned and pressed her hand between her thighs, her fingers caressing her clit. She had better find out soon, or she was going to spend the rest of her life in the shower.

  Chapter 3

  Leigh spent the early part of Sunday working on some sketches at the drafting table in her bedroom, but it soon became unbearably warm. She wandered into the tiny kitchen, moving listlessly as she pulled the big plastic pitcher of tea from the refrigerator and poured it into an ice-filled glass. It was too hot to stay in the house. Probably too hot to go outside. She went out anyway, hoping for a small breeze in the shade of her front porch.

  The glare of the mid-day sun made her wish for her sunglasses, but the heat made her too lazy to go back inside to find them. Squinting, she spotted Jared across the street with a bucket sloshing soap suds in one hand and a long length of green garden hose in the other. He set the bucket on the ground, then turned on the hose and aimed it at his black SUV.

  She almost called out a greeting, but something compelled her to watch in silence as he washed his car. He was dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a black tank. His feet were bare. Why did they look so naked, so vulnerable?

  Leigh watched as he moved around the car, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing with every motion. He soaked a sponge in the soapy water, then wrung it out, the suds spilling over the backs of his big hands in bubbling rivulets. It made her think of the shattering orgasm she'd had in the shower the night before, with the cool water running down her body, and desire stabbed through her once more.

  Cold water had been her only relief from the summer heat lately, but her body craved something more. She bit her lip and shifted in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, her eyes still on Jared.

  Almost as though he'd felt that same spearing heat, he suddenly looked up, turned and saw her. He smiled crookedly and waved. Leigh rose to her feet and waved back, her pulse fluttering and her sex throbbing.

  Still watching her, his dark gaze never leaving her face as his smile faded, he took the hose and let the spray wash over his chest, soaking him. He let the water pool in one big hand, then splashed it over his head, slicking his hair back out of his face.

  Her legs went weak. A small trickle of moisture glided down between her breasts, another slid down the inside of one thigh. She was mesmerized by the sight of him. Even knowing he'd done this on purpose, it didn't seem contrived to her somehow. Her eyes still locked with his, she moved down her front steps, found herself crossing the street, until she stood before him.

  Jared held the hose, letting the water surge down over his hand. She wanted to feel that cool water almost as much as she wanted to touch him.

  "It's hot." His voice was low, quiet.

  Leigh nodded.

  Without saying anything more, he reached out, lifted her hair off her neck and moved the hose so that the water sluiced over her neck and down her back. She closed her eyes and shivered in delight, her whole body instantly cooling, her flesh prickling with goose bumps. Her white tank top and denim cut-offs soon became soaked.

  It felt good. The cold water, the sensation of it on her skin, standing next to this man whose sun-heated skin smelled like sex to her. She let her eyes flutter open, and found his were still on her. It made her shiver deep inside, that sense that he could see into her, knew her darkest secrets. And liked what he saw.

  She reached out and covered his hand, guiding the hose so that the water poured down the front of her body. His eyes widened a bit as her tank top soaked through and no doubt became translucent, but they never left her face. She knew her nipples were hard as two small rocks, could feel them straining against the wet, cold fabric. Wanted nothing more than for him to touch them.

  He dropped her hair and it fell in a damp curtain against her neck, but it was nothing compared to the wet heat collecting between her thighs, along with an insistent ache that demanded to be sated. The seam of her denim shorts rubbed against her full pussy lips teasingly as she shifted from one foot to another. She thought of Jared's hands there instead.

  He was like a statue, watching her face, his gaze hot with fascination and lust. It poured off of him like his scent did, danced in the air between them, daring them.

  Leigh loved nothing more than a dare.

  "Your place or mine?" She managed a smile, even as the words came out in a voice too rough to be her own.

  "Mine is closer."

  "Right."

  "Go inside. I'll shut off the hose."

  It was a command issued and impossible to disobey. Leigh didn't mind, maybe even liked it. She didn't want to think too much about it, didn't want to think about anything right now. She pulled open the screen door and stepped into Jared's living room, took a deep breath of air, hoping to catch a whiff of that unique aroma of his. A moment later, he was there. Standing behind her, wrapping a heavy arm around her waist, his scent wrapping around her senses just as readily. She inhaled, held her breath, held the scent of him inside her. It made her want more of him inside her, quickly, now. But she would wait; savor the waiting and each exquisite moment which would inevitably lead to what she craved.

  Jared moved her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. She shivered, a chill of pure pleasure running down her spine. He traced his lips over the sensitive skin there and lower, between her shoulder blades. Moving his free hand down her body, over the curve of her hip, it came to rest on the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. When he tucked his fingers beneath the hem of her shorts it was all she could do not to buck her hips forward.

  The skin of his fingertips was silky and rough all at the same time as they teased her heated flesh, taunting her. Close, yet not quite touching that part of her that wept with need, literally wept and threatened to run down her shaking legs.

  "Jared." She moaned his name but he didn't stop kissing her neck to answer.

  Leigh pressed her body back into his, into the solid strength of his big frame. He felt like a wall of heat behind her, a wall with an impressively large erection pressing into the top of her buttocks, at that point at the base of her spine that was so sensitive. She needed to touch him. Needed to hold his throbbing cock in her hands, to run her fingertips over the smooth planes of his body. Needed with a force she would never have been able to resist had he not held her so tightly, locked against him. He continued his assault of kisses, nipping and sucking at her neck and down over her shoulders as his fingers teased at the edge of her denim shorts. Did he know he was driving her crazy?

  Yes, this man knew exactly what he was doing to her.

  When he loosened his hold on her she thought he'd turn her around to face him. Instead he slid his hand up to cover her breast, so gently she thought she might scream with the need for more. He held her breast in his hand, moving it a little, as though testing the weight of it. Then his fingers took possession of her nipple through the cold, wet fabric of her t
op.

  Leigh bit back a moan as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger and a bolt of heat lanced through her. She pressed her backside more firmly into him. If anything, his erection had grown even more. Saliva gathered in her mouth at the thought. She wanted all of that inside her, craved it. Wanted him to fill her to bursting. She didn't care that it might hurt.

  "How does this feel, Leigh?"

  The question surprised her, and she was even more surprised to find herself capable of answering. "It feels good. Too good. I need more."

  "And I intend to give you more. But a little at a time." His voice lowered an octave and she almost had to strain to hear him, even though his lips were next to her ear, breathing into it as he spoke.

  "I'm going to go slowly, so slowly that by the time I'm ready to take you, you'll be begging for it. And when you come, I want you to scream." He paused and took a nip at her neck, then gave her nipple a sharp pinch, making her gasp. "Scream with pleasure. Scream my name. Scream for more." He pinched again, hard. "Scream for mercy."

  "Oh, god." There was nothing more to say.

  Chapter 4

  Leigh was ready to scream already. Scream with wanting him, needing the pulsing length of his cock inside her. But she felt limp and helpless in his arms. All she could do was moan and grind against him.

  "You excite me, Leigh," he growled in her ear, pressing his swollen member into her flesh. "I can hardly stand it. But I will. It'll be well worth waiting for."

  He pulled her toward his bedroom, shoving the door open with his foot. Through the thick haze of lust Leigh was aware of a big bed in the center of the room. Light shone dimly through heavy curtains, casting a warm, red-tinged glow.

  He pressed her down onto the bed, then pulled her tank top over her head. His own followed. Leigh barely had time to admire the muscular expanse of his chest before he put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back onto the mattress. He bent over her, breathed onto the naked flesh of her breasts and Leigh thought, this is it. This is where I scream, as his warm breath hit her skin. She arched her back, trying to get her full, tingling breasts closer to his mouth.

  And then Jared's tongue shot out, flicking at one hardened tip, and Leigh snaked an arm around the back of his neck to pull him closer.

  He pulled away and dislodged her hold on him. "No, darlin'. Lie still."

  "Jared, I can't wait."

  "Ah, but you will wait. I'll not have it any other way."

  His words, the commanding tone of his voice, caused her sex to contract in a sharp spasm. She rubbed her thighs together to ease the sting of blood pounding there, but it did no good. She needed his hands there, his hot mouth, his throbbing cock. Nothing else would do. She held her arms at her sides and resigned herself to waiting.

  "Better." He smiled at her approvingly and his bottomless, dark eyes glinted with the fire of lust. Leigh shivered.

  Jared bent his head and she waited for the exquisite torture to begin again. But instead of teasing her this time he immediately pulled her nipple into his mouth.

  Leigh breathed out on a long sigh when his soft lips clamped over the rock-hard nub of flesh. His hot tongue swirled over the tip before he began to suck. It was almost painful, yet exquisitely, sharply arousing. His hand came up to cover her other breast, to draw circles around it with his fingertips. When he crimped her nipple between his fingers and tugged she nearly came up off the bed. Nearly came, surprised to find she had to hold her orgasm back.

  No man had ever done anything like this to her. She had never come with a man without long and concentrated work. What was different about him?

  But she had little time to think about it as he snapped open the button of her shorts and tore them down over her hips.

  Yes, touch me there. She eased her hand down to cover her mound, to press there in desperation, but Jared's big hand quickly covered hers and moved it away.

  "Allow me." A wicked smile lit his strong features. A rakish dimple appeared in one cheek, and Leigh couldn't help but smile back.

  "I'll get there soon enough, I promise you, darlin'." He bent his head once more, drew his hot, wet mouth over her body. Beginning just beneath her breasts, he ran his tongue down the center of her ribcage. Leigh trembled beneath him, her skin lighting in a blaze of sensation everywhere he touched.

  When he reached her navel and dipped his tongue in, a groan escaped her. God, she was soaking wet already. Hurting with wanting him. Wanting to push his clever mouth down further, not daring to do it lest he stop. Instead, she arched her hips.

  "Yes, I know exactly what you need. And I'll give it to you." He punctuated his whispered words with soft, moist kisses pressed into the flesh of her belly. "I'll give you everything. And more."

  His head dipped lower and he blew a breath on the tight curls at the apex of her thighs. Leigh let her legs fall open wider.

  "Yes, that's it. Open for me. Ah, lovely, like a flower."

  His warm breath made her shiver all over, a shiver of pure anticipation. Pure pleasure. Pure need. She fought to hold still.

  When he planted his mouth on her wet, aching pussy it took everything she had not to cry out. Pleasure stabbed through her when he used his fingers to part the soft folds, then drew his tongue along the slick inner lips. And when his tongue came to rest lightly on her clit, not moving, simply resting there, she thought she'd lose her mind. Her whole body began to tremble, yet still he didn't move.

  The heat of him was driving her crazy—that hot, wet tongue pressing ever so gently on her clit, causing it to swell and throb with need.

  "Jared!" She couldn't help it, couldn't hold it back. And when he shoved his fingers roughly inside her she came in a violent explosion, her sex pulsing around his fingers. The spasms seemed to reach out, spreading over her body like wildfire. She swore she came with her entire body; her legs and arms and breasts buzzing and convulsing. The heat and the intensity of it left her shaking and weak.

  She raised her head to look at him, and his dark, glittering gaze met hers. "Oh, I'm far from done with you, darlin'. I've barely gotten started. Lay back."

  She watched him run his tongue over his lips before she obeyed.

  Leigh didn't care what he did to her. She knew it would be good. Her pulse fluttered and her pussy filled once more. Ready. Ready for anything.

  Jared didn't disappoint. He got up and undressed quickly while she watched, enjoying the sight of his big body. His stomach was a tight wall of muscle, leading to a tapered waist and lean hips. When he tore off his black boxers, an impressive erection jutted out. The deliciously thick shaft was topped by a round, knobby head. Leigh's inner muscles convulsed again. Her mouth watered.

  And while she watched, Jared took his shaft in his hand. He held it loosely in his fingers, ran them up and down the length of it.

  "I want you to touch me like this, Leigh. I can't wait to feel your hands on me. Your lovely mouth." His face was all raw planes and tense lines, and his dark eyes glowed with lust in the dim light. His mouth was full and sensual, and still damp with her juices.

  Leigh's nerves danced, the sight of him bringing her to full arousal again. She licked her lips. "I want to touch you."

  "You will. But not yet."

  He pulled a foil packet from his nightstand and sheathed himself before kneeling on the edge of the bed. This time he explored her with his hands, his fingers diving into the slick heat between her thighs while with his other hand he held her body down.

  Leigh loved it. Loved his fingers stroking her cleft, loved the way he took total control of her body. Loved the sheer, overpowering strength of him and the element of danger that went along with it.

  And she loved it even more when he began to pinch her clit between his forefinger and his thumb, rolling and tugging in some rhythm she didn't need to understand. Her body knew what to do with it. Her mind went blank as the tension built, pleasure washing over her in waves, then slamming into her full force when he pinched her clit hard.
/>   Her body came up off the bed, her breath rushed out in sharp pants as he took her to the edge--and stopped.

  Tears filled her eyes. "No!"

  Jared laughed, a little wickedly, and said, "I'll take care of you. You know I will, don't you?"

  "Yes," she rasped out as her muscles pulled tight and her poor, deprived pussy thundered with blood and fire.

  Jared knelt between her legs as he had before, and when he lowered his head a sigh of relief blew out with her breath. The sigh turned to moans when he tongued her opening, flicking teasingly over her needy flesh. Avoiding the raw, hard nub that needed his touch the most.

  She drew in a breath. Waited. He used his hands to open her up, used his tongue to trace the outline of her vulva. He stiffened his tongue and dipped inside her and her body went rigid in expectation. But just as quickly, he withdrew.

  "Jared, please," she groaned, not caring that she was begging him, just as he'd said she would.

  "Please what, Leigh?"

  "I need your mouth. I need you to put your tongue and your hands inside me."

  "Like this?" He took his thumbs and, still holding her wide open, slipped them both inside her hot, wet pussy.

  "Yes!"

  He withdrew them. "And what else?"

  "Oh, god. You're trying to torture me, aren't you?" Her words came out on a ragged breath.

  "Yes. What else?"

  "I want my clit in your mouth. I want your cock inside me."

  Another wicked laugh from him. "I can hardly do both simultaneously, now can I, my girl? But let me see if I can find some way to please you."

  Leigh groaned and spread her legs even wider. "Yes, please yes."

  Jared bent his head again and though she expected him to take his time in pleasing her, drawing it out, he immediately took her clit into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the tip, then sucked, then swirled again. Her clit felt hard as a rock, like a tiny erection. It was so painfully engorged, she could hardly stand it, even as she loved every second. Could hardly bear the sensations he was creating with his clever tongue, then with his fingers as he pushed one, then two inside her, moving them in rhythm with his tongue.