Hope Smolders by Jaci Burton Page B

she’d be doing it right this moment.
    He flicked on the light switch, then set her on the bed and drew his shirt over his head. She took a moment to admire that view of him with his jeans hanging low on his hips, the dark swirl of hair disappearing into his jeans.
    And as she gazed at his erection pressing against the tight denim of his jeans, she licked her lips and lifted her gaze to his.
    He moved toward her and lifted her top off.
    “Nice bra,” he said, teasing the swell of her breasts with the tip of his finger.
    She’d bought new underwear on the off chance they might get to do this again. Now she was glad she did, because the look of appreciation on his face was well worth it. And the light touch of his fingers was causing her heart to beat faster. When he dipped his fingers inside her bra to tease her nipples, she gasped and arched against him.
    Will thought there was nothing as beautiful as the sight before him. Jane’s body was flushed with desire, her nipples tight, hard points against his questing fingers. He flicked the front clasp of her bra and separated the cups, baring her to him.
    She leaned back and let him pull the straps down her arms. He leaned over her and put his lips over one crest.
    She tasted sweet and soft, the sounds she made as he covered her breast with his hand and sucked her nipple into his mouth making his cock throb.
    Everything she did made him hard. She was beautiful and honest in her expressions, giving him everything, watching him as he pleasured her, her curiosity as natural as what the two of them were doing.
    He pushed her back on the bed and undid the button on her jeans, then drew the zipper down, his fingers brushing her soft skin as he pulled her jeans over her hips and legs.
    Man, he really liked her legs. After he dropped her jeans to the floor, he lifted one of her legs and pressed a kiss to her calf, smoothing his hand over her thigh. Her eyes glazed and her lids partially closed. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing deepened.
    Yeah, he liked watching her body. All of her body, especially her eyes as he put her leg down, leaned over her, and mapped a trail over her skin with his lips. Her eyes were windows, showing everything she felt. The blue would go dark and stormy when she was mad or turned on, then bright and sparkly when she was laughing. He could get lost in her eyes—hell, in all of her. He was a goner whenever he was around her. Her skin was like silk and he couldn’t get enough of touching her, tasting her, breathing in her scent. She smelled like fresh strawberries, and he put his lips on her, wanting to lick her all over. He started at her hip bone and worked his way up over her ribs. She giggled—ticklish there—but she definitely didn’t laugh when he covered her right breast with his mouth and took a long, slow suckle.
    She grabbed his head and held him in place while he licked and sucked. He reached down and slid his hand over her sex. Even through her panties she was damp. He caressed her, teasing her. She arched her hips against his hand, whimpering, her hands grabbing the covers.
    His dick pounded in answer.
    He moved down, kissing her belly, sliding his tongue in her navel, then moving lower. Here, her scent grew more exotic, sweet and musky, and he couldn’t wait to taste her, to take her right to the edge and watch her fall over.
    He drew her panties down and slid his tongue over her, and she cried out, spreading her legs for him, trembling as he licked her and found her clit, then put his lips around it and sucked.
    “Will. God, Will, yes.”
    Here was where she was most responsive, and where he loved to give her pleasure. And she took it, arching against him with fervor. When she came, it was with an unabashed cry of release. He held her hips and took her right where she needed to go, loving the taste of her as she released.
    He stood, enjoying the sight of her body bathed in that blush of orgasm. She sat up and reached for his