Jade's Spirit (Blue Collar Boyfriends Book 2) (39 page)

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “I love you, too. Now, if you’re done with your little to-do list, I’d really like to get laid.” Her nails pricked his scalp with delicious pressure, and she pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss. Her legs went around his waist as he pushed her back onto the bed. Her skirt bunched around her hips. The heels of her strappy shoes pointed at the ceiling.

He almost lost it right then. The wet heat of her mouth, the crush of his hard chest to her perfect breasts, her damp crotch grinding his erection—was there any more blissful place to be? Not on Earth. He was sure of it. He would come in a minute just from kissing her like this.

He broke the kiss, panting, and managed to shackle her wrists above her head with one hand. He cupped between her legs with his other hand and lust shot through him at the feel of her soaked panties. The memory of that night with Mercy tried to poison his happiness, but he forced it away. There was no room for the past here tonight. Jade deserved his full attention. She deserved all of him. He planned to give her every inch of what she deserved, and more. Which meant, she would need to let him drive or their first time would be over in thirty seconds flat. “I’ll be in charge this first time.” He left no room for negotiation in his tone.

“But I thought you might want, you know, someone with a little experience to…you know…”

He didn’t give her a chance to figure out how to end that well. Instead, he took her mouth in a passionate kiss and dipped his fingers into her panties. Her slick folds tempted him to delve inside, but he skimmed up to her firm little clit to rub her rough and fast while he made love to her mouth with his tongue. She gasped and writhed beneath him and clutched at his shoulders. In less than a minute, she cried out with her first orgasm.

Oh yeah. That was hot.

“God, Emmett! God!” she shouted, her voice gone raspy and her breath coming fast. Her eyes half closed with satisfaction then widened as she realized what she’d said. “Sorry,” she breathed, biting her lower lip.

He released her hands and kissed one palm. “It’s okay,” he said, proud he could speak past the urge to drive himself deep inside her. “I like knowing I can make you lose control.” His own control was hanging by a thread, but he’d had lots of practice riding that fine edge between desire and indulgence. His own indulgence would come. But first, he would make sure his wife got to come. Again and again.

She lazily plucked at his shirt buttons as her lips curled in a slow, catlike smile. “I guess I’m in good hands with my virginal husband.”

“You have no idea, sweetheart. I’ve had a long time to plan this night.”

* * * *

Jade quivered with anticipation as Emmett took his sweet time undressing her, strategically kissing, licking, and stroking in all the right places to drive her crazy with need. He paid special attention to her breasts, devoting long minutes to tasting, squeezing, and suckling each one.

He ran his work-roughened hands over her ribs and hips, igniting her with delicious friction. He nibbled her sensitive collarbones and up and down the tender insides of her arms. He tongued her bellybutton piercing until a fiery path of desire linked the little peridot gem directly to her pulsing vagina. There was no part of her body he didn’t stimulate with the patience of a man who had been denying himself for a decade. Or maybe it was the insatiable curiosity of a man whose only intimate experience with a woman’s body was in his imagination. If that was the case, she applauded his imagination.

“Take these off,” she said for the third time, grabbing the waistband of his pants. She’d been aiming for his zipper, but he kept shifting out of reach. An hour had passed since they’d arrived at their room, and he still had his pants on. She was completely nude and throbbing with aching emptiness. “I need you inside me, baby.”

“Like this?” he asked, and he slid the tip of a finger just inside her.

“No, you big tease. Give me this.” She grasped him through his pants. He was long and thick and hard as granite, and he moved at her touch.

“Not yet,” he said. He was grinning at her, but his eyes were intense. He wanted her in a bad way.

She bit her lip instead of begging like she wanted to. She’d never been with a man who made her want to beg before. No one had ever taken this kind of time with her. No one had ever made her feel like she was worth waiting for.

“You’re driving me crazy, here, you know. Yourself too.” She stroked him through the fabric.

“Isn’t that the point?” he murmured, moving down her body and out of reach.

Her response was lost on a moan as he delivered an intimate kiss while he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Then there was no more talking. Only desperate moans from her and appreciative grunts from him as he did things no virgin should know about and brought her to a second orgasm.

Whether she blacked out from pleasure or he just moved quick as lightning, she didn’t know and didn’t care, because while aftershocks were still rippling through her, he was over her with his erection nudging her entrance. His pants were still on, just open at the zipper, belt hardware clinking at his hip.

“I can’t wait any more,” he said, his voice ragged. “I need you.”

“It’s time, baby,” she said, grabbing two handfuls of his ass. “Do it.”

His glutes contracted, and wordlessly, he pushed inside. A hot, smooth thrust took him to the hilt.

He lowered his forehead to hers and whispered, “Shit.”

Then he sucked a breath and came. Hard. His chest shuddered. He groaned. A vein stood out on his neck. She traced it with her tongue.

His pulsing kicked her into another orgasm, and her sharp cry filled the room. He was still coming when her tremors tapered off. He buried his face in her neck and puffed a few shaky breaths. And then it was over.

They lay still for a minute and then he said, “I didn’t even get one thrust in.”

“No. There was one. The first one.”

“And the last,” he said with a chuckle.

“It won’t be the last.” She tugged playfully on the sweaty curls at his nape.

“You bet your ass it won’t.”

And it wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

A note from the author

Thanks so much for reading
Jade’s Spirit.
I hope it kept you up at night, which is another way of saying, I hope you enjoyed it.

This novel is the second in my Blue Collar Boyfriends series of stand-alone contemporary romances, each with a unique paranormal twist. As the series title suggests, these novels feature heroes who are rough around the edges but tender when it counts. The first in the series is
Reckless.
Look for book 3,
Cole in My Stocking,
November 2014.

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Jessi lives with her husband and children in the Seattle area. She’s a passionate reader of all genres of romance, especially anything involving the paranormal. Ghosts, demons, vampires, witches, weres, faeries…you name it, she’ll read it. As for writing, she’s sticking to Highlanders and contemporaries with a paranormal twist (for now).

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Excerpt

If you enjoy contemporary romances with a mystery twist, check out

A Masterpiece of Our Love

By Nikki Lynn Barrett

Two Lives Torn by tragedy. 

Eight-year-old Becca and twelve-year-old Hunter cling to each other and life after surviving a plane crash which stole their families. 

Two Souls Seeking Love. 

Each year, from the time she was old enough to travel on her own, Becca met up with Hunter on the island that altered their lives forever. 

Until he stopped showing. 

Her constant. Her link to the past. Gone in the blink of an eye. 

Two Lives Bound by Secret. 

Suffering more heartbreak, Hunter returns to the one place he’s always sought comfort, the island where he and Becca met. It was the place that stole from him, and in the same instance gave to him. He hasn't been back or spoken to Becca in four years. 

Though he’s sure she must hate him for disappearing, Hunter discovers the girl gone, now a woman in her place. Hunter is determined to prove to Becca he isn’t the same twelve-year-old boy of yesteryear. 

But someone isn't happy about their reunion... 

Strange things begin happening. Letters start showing up in their hotel rooms and at home with cryptic messages. 

Two Broken Hearts Heal as One. 

With the mystery unsolved, Hunter convinces Becca to spend the remainder of the summer back home with him, both for safety and to give them a chance to discover the adults they’ve now become. 

Will love get a chance to blossom, or will the past come back and tear the masterpiece of their love apart once and for all?

A Masterpiece of Our Love
Excerpt: 

"Guess what I found?" Hunter carried a sweater and a pair of sweatpants in his hands. "You'll be nice and warm in no time." He handed them to her.

Becca pointed to his head. She wished her words would just come out already.

"You don't want to change into dry clothes first?" He raised a brow, then winced. "Damn that hurts. Okay fine, you win. I will probably curse and go stark crazy, so bear with me please?"

She may not have been able to find her voice to speak, but a quiet laugh escaped her throat. At least, that's what she thought it was.

Hunter crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Are you laughing at me?" Amusement danced in his gorgeous eyes. "That's so messed up! There is a little devilish side to you after all. I like it," he teased.

Becca smirked and pointed at the first aid kit. She wondered if he remembered any of the sign language, back from when she'd been mute and unable to communicate all those years ago. But so far, he'd been able to understand what she needed. The very first time he came to visit her, he'd learned it so they could talk. She remembered that day well on her aunt's back porch when Hunter sat beside her. He asked if she remembered him. She nearly cried that he'd taken the time to understand sign language for her.

"All right little devil, have at it. Just don't get offended for any swear words I may use." He cracked a smile. She loved that he could still have a sense of humor. It showed that even though he had some injuries, he was the same old silly Hunter she knew. She pointed down at the floor, wanting him to kneel before her. Again, he cued in right away and lowered to his knees.

Becca opened up the first aid kit and searched for what she needed. As she pulled out a large bandage, cotton swabs and the small bottle of peroxide to clean the wound, Hunter hissed. She flicked her gaze back to him.

"Call it psychological warfare. I'm anticipating that it's going to sting like you wouldn't believe. I know, I know, I'm being a baby and I should just shut up." Hunter raised his hands. "Think you can do that one handed? I might need you to hold mine with the other."

Becca grinned and held out her hand. She wished her voice would work with her so she could tell him how cute he was being. She couldn't be too sure if he was putting on an act to make her laugh or if he really was bothered by what she had to do. Regardless, she felt needed. Important. Something she longed for. When his shaky fingers curled over hers, a ripple of electricity zipped through her.

Now those were strange, random thoughts.