Promises Prevail (The Promise Series) (36 page)

As if she felt that momentary lapse, she touched his hair and whispered, “You don’t have to wait.”

She was too generous, too willing to put him first. Her giving nature and her soft heart ganging up with his selfish side to deny her the pleasure she deserved.

For a moment, he was tempted. But only for a moment. This was his Jenna. His one good thing. He was her husband. The one person in the world she should be able to count on to put her first. And tonight she was definitely coming first. Hot, hard and long. And as many times as he could manage.

“No trying to talk me out of it. I’ve made up my mind.”

“You have?”

He tested the firmness of her breast with his teeth.

“Yes. You come first.”

The heat that surged against his lips let him know that she’d gotten his meaning.

“I like the way you pinken up for me.” He arched her head back kissing the hollow of her throat before returning to her breast.

“And I like the way your breath catches when you feel my teeth.”

He kissed his way down over her collarbone before pressing a kiss into the upper curve of her chest.

“The way you shiver when I kiss your breasts.”

He moved down, smiling when she sucked in a breath and held it as he trailed his hand from the back of her neck, down the side of her throat, and along the ridge of her collarbone until he got to the crease of her arm. He lingered there a bit, teasing those betraying goose bumps to the fore before skimming his thumb across her other nipple.

“But I especially like the way you arch and moan when I take these sensitive little nipples into my mouth.”

She did more than arch and moan—she grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. He was happy to oblige, taking as much as he could, suckling her lightly at first, ignoring her demands for more, keeping it easy until a fine sweat broke out over her body, and she was yanking on his hair while the sweetest pleas for more broke from her lips. Against the length of his cock, her pussy spasmed with equal desperation.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, flexing his hips so that his shaft stroked in a smooth glide along her clit in time with his fingers. “Burn for me.”

She tossed her head as she bit her lip. “I need you now.”

“I want to see you going up in flames first.”

“Please.”

He looked up. Her lips were full and red from her biting, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glowed dark with a need that had his balls pulling up tight. He gave her what they both wanted. Changing his pace, increasing the pressure of his hand and mouth, judging from her high-pitched whimpers when he had it right, knowing from her staggered breath and inner tension when he could give her more. He lashed her nipple with his tongue before sucking it hard, drawing her deep into his mouth. Pinching her other nipple between his fingers and holding tight while jiggling her breast.

Her climax caught them both by surprise. Her legs snapped tight, her back arched, and her breath exploded from her lungs before she jackknifed up into him. He caught her against his chest, holding her to him as her tears flooded his chest and her juices drenched his groin.

“Son of a bitch, Sunshine,” he muttered, lifting her limp body, holding her with one arm under her hips while he positioned his cock at the still twitching entrance to her pussy, lowering her gently onto his shaft, moaning as her heat seared him, pulling his balls up tight. “It’s damn fun playing with you.”

She took all of him in one smooth stroke, her quivering muscles offering no resistance to the firm push of his cock, shuddering against him as he seated himself to the hilt, her head falling back as the broad base spread her to her limit.

He kissed the exposed hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her passion and her tears, wallowing in her warmth and acceptance. No matter how he came at her, she welcomed him with open arms. Like now. He raised her again and she whimpered a protest, but wrapped her arms around neck.

“And to think,” he whispered against her ear as he lowered her onto the thick wedge of his cock again. “I’ve just gotten started.”

Chapter Fifteen

“Wake up, Sunshine, it’s time to have fun.”

Jenna stirred, her eyes closed. She stretched languidly in the warm bed, luxuriating in the softness and a solid night’s sleep. The fact that Brianna hadn’t woken her penetrated her complacency.

She was moving before her eyes opened. “Bri!”

“Is fine.” Clint caught her and held her against his chest as he fussed with the pillows. With her cheek pressed against his shoulder, she inhaled his scent. She just loved the way he always smelled of smoke and the outdoors. The smoky smell was a little stronger today meaning he’d been up for a while. Long enough to have a cigarette.

“How long have you been up?”

“Button wanted to see the sunrise.”

“I would have taken care of her.”

He eased her back onto the pillows he’d stacked and pushed a cup of coffee into her hand.

“You needed some sleep. And she’s decided to take a nap now so drink up and enjoy the peace.”

A strand of hair fell over her brow. She reached to move it out of the way. Clint’s hand intercepted hers, taking care of the matter for her. As he was always doing. She took a sip of her coffee. It was hot and rich with just the right amount of cream though short a couple of sugar chips. She hid her grimace in another sip.

The mattress dipped as Clint sat on the edge.

“Coffee all right?” he asked slipping his arm around her back, pulling her into his side.

“Perfect.” She leaned against the shoulder he provided. “Thank you for taking care of Bri and for the coffee.”

He took a drink of coffee, his black eyes alight with humor over the cup brim, alerting her to the fact that there was something she should be remembering.

“I had an ulterior motive.”

She shook her head. No doubt, he wanted a chocolate cake for dessert tonight.

The cup lowered, revealing the predatory edge of his smile. She reevaluated. Maybe something more than a chocolate cake.

“Is your woman’s time over?” He slipped the question into the conversation as though he was asking about the weather.

She gasped. Coffee went down the wrong way. As she choked and coughed, Clint took her cup with one hand, slapping her on the back with the other, swearing when he knocked her forward. His second slap landed much more gently, so it merely jostled her. She kept her head down for a minute after the last urge to cough had faded. She knew she was blushing beet red.

Her cup waved under her nose, the steam from the hot liquid mixing with the moisture in her eyes. The scent soothed her nerves.

“Sorry,” Clint apologized. “Should have eased into that one.”

She didn’t think they needed to discuss it at all. She took the cup.

“It’s all right.”

“So is it?”

She’d seen stray dogs with a bone display less tenacity.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

His smile broadened before he raised his mug to his lips. She watched the muscles in his throat work as he drained it, letting her gaze drift up his face while he was distracted. He was such a handsome man with those even features and chiseled lips. Just looking at his lips had her nipples tingling. It had been a rare moment during the time they’d been together the last few days that those lips hadn’t been on her breasts, nibbling and kissing. Ever since he’d found out he could make her orgasm that way, he’d been relentless in his attentions. To the point that she was getting sore.

He put the mug on the table with a decisive click, and cocked an eyebrow at her when he caught her staring. The right corner of his lip kicked up knowingly. Every nerve ending in her body leapt in response. Nothing, nothing on this earth was as mesmerizing as Clint McKinnely when he smiled.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She buried her face in her cup and shook her head.

He sighed and gave her one of those quick hugs that warmed her way down deep.

“You’re a selfish woman, Jenna McKinnely.”

He didn’t sound upset.

Clint leaned to the left, pulling her with him as he went. She held her coffee up and trusted him to control her descent to the mattress. The sound of wood sliding on wood caught her attention, but when Clint pulled his hand back, she couldn’t see what he’d pulled from the bed stand drawer.

He loomed over her as she lay there, his hair falling around his naked shoulders and a wicked grin hovering around his lips.

“Stay put.” As if she had any choice with his big hand on her belly keeping her there. The sheets rustled, he turned and slid to the floor. The high bed put her hips level with his shoulders. His hand disappeared under the comforter while the smile on his lips spread to his eyes.

“Now we get to really play.”

His fingers closed on her calf, squeezing lightly before sliding up and between them. The muscles in her throat appeared to be connected to the muscles in her leg, because every time he stroked her thigh, her throat tightened until it was almost impossible to swallow. She cleared her throat and found a parody of her voice.

“Play what?”

“With toys.”

Toys? She blinked and tried to concentrate but his hand moved, the rough surface of his palm rasped across sensitive nerves until his knuckles brushed the curls shielding her pussy. Pleasure—sharp, sweet and unexpected—shot through her body. Clint held her still for another touch, equally feather-light, equally devastating. It was as if all the play of the last few days had been designed to culminate in this one moment.

Moisture flooded her thighs, and for one horrible moment she thought her woman’s time had returned. But even as she stiffened, Clint was pushing her gown out of the way, the roughness of his morning beard scraping along already attentive nerves. She couldn’t help the cry that escaped her lips or the moisture that leaked from her pussy as he parted her with his fingertips.

“Ah, Sunshine, you’re getting wet for me.” His tongue swept the tender inner flesh. “I like that.”

That was good because she didn’t have any choice.

A dull thud penetrated her senses. The coffee cup hitting the floor. There was going to be a mess. She didn’t care. Couldn’t care, because Clint was working her clit like he did her nipples. Soft tender kisses followed by gentle laps and then a series of nips and nibbles that had her fingers digging into the coverlet and her teeth biting her lip.

“Dear God.”

“Just you and me here, baby.”

Desire drove through her like a steam engine, gathering speed with every pass of his hot tongue. He pulled her hips down into his face. His beard pricked. His tongue lapped, and she cried out, shifting her grip to his hair. The smooth strands tangled with her fingers as she pulled him closer.

“What do you want, Jenna?”

She wanted him. Harder. Higher. But all that came out of her mouth was a ruptured, “Please.”

“Please what?”

His chin brushed the top of her pussy, dusting her clit with a sprinkle of sensation. So close to giving her what she needed. So close.

He paused. “Too much?”

She shook her head. The pleasure ebbed back from the high of the moment before. She didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.