The Virginity Mission (16 page)

“I need to see you. All of you.”

Raising one eyebrow, he quirks his lip before kissing the tip of my nose. He stands, and as if my request is a command, begins to unbutton his shirt. After the third button, there's no moisture left in my mouth because it's all pooled between my legs. I haven't seen anything yet. The tension's gotten to me and breathing is difficult. His eyes haven't left mine. He knows what he's doing to me and he's enjoying it.

Thank heavens those buttons are now undone.

He teases the shirt from his trousers, pulling the ends so they hang loose. For a moment I think he isn't going to take it off. My heart seizes. Then he slides it over his shoulders and I'm mesmerised. His chest is magnificent. My dreams of what he looks like weren't half as good as this—and my dreams were hot, fuelled by my touch. His narrow hips leading to wide shoulders are as I imagined but the musculature is so much better. Muscles stretch from the middle of his stomach outwards, flexing with his every breath. Huge pecs are finely dusted with dark hair surrounding tight dark nipples. Collarbones form a stunning upper body frame.

I'm so busy cataloguing every feature of his chest I don't notice him undoing his trousers until he pushes them from his hips. Then he's naked. Totally naked. Gulping air is all I am capable of doing. My eyes are probably bulging. To say I'm overawed is a master understatement.

His cock grabs my attention first. It's huge. Staring at me. Glistening. Bobbing with a slight bend to the left. Ready. Pinpricks dart across my body. Is it fear, anticipation, arousal or all three?

He steps closer and my eyes are drawn to the hip bones framing his cock. They're like his collarbones—highlighting, framing, and drawing my attention. His thighs are rounded with superb muscle, like his shoulders.
Dear lord.
I can't get enough of looking at him.

He moves another step closer.

My brain begins to function. My body throbs with need. I roll towards him and reach forwards with my fingertips to stroke his cock. It bobs beneath my touch. Smiling, feeling more confident, I close my fingers around the tip and squeeze lightly. Solid muscle strengthens beneath. I press harder. Jason groans and I look up. His eyes are closed, his head pushed back, mouth open. Delicious power surges through me. I move further forward, up on my knees, sliding my fingers down the rock hard length. I slip my tongue between my lips and lap against the head of his cock.

“Fuck, yes.”

Jason's reaction is instantaneous. Surprised, my mouth opens. His hand closes on my head and he holds my hair. I presume it's an invitation. He's not pressuring me but I think he's encouraging. I close my lips around the head of his cock and I know it's what he wants. The whoosh of air he expels and the moan that follows is music for my soul. I'm not sure I know what I'm doing but he's enjoying my exploration.

Closing my hand around the base of his cock I take him further into my mouth before sliding my lips back to the head. I lick across the tip and around, swirling my tongue as if I'm licking an ice cream and making sure I lose no drips. I lick down the length and back up. Closing my lips over him I suck his cock further into my mouth. He holds my head there for a few seconds before releasing the pressure. I take the hint.

I make my movements slower. Drawing his cock into my mouth more slowly, holding my mouth firm and sucking when I can take him no deeper, before slowly sliding back to the tip. His breaths come short and sharp. His whispered words of encouragement are all I need to keep going, take him deeper, and hold him for longer. It's exhilarating. I hold him at my mercy and I love the feeling of power.

Saliva pools against my fingers and I slide my hand to meet my mouth. The rhythmic movement ensures his cock is either all covered or all open to the air. His thighs tense. I watch the skin pull tightly across the muscles. I squirm forwards until my other hand strokes his thigh, inside his leg, the back of his thigh. I sweep my hand between his legs as I suck his cock deep into my mouth. I close my hand over his balls, not hard, just weighing them against my palm.

His body freezes. A strangled gasp escapes. I'm not sure what I've done wrong. My hand slips back to the bed. I draw my mouth from his cock.

“Did I hurt you?”

He sucks in a deep breath before his hands cup my face. He bends close to me and captures my mouth in a kiss so exquisite I almost cry.

“No, you didn't hurt me. It was fantastic.”

“So what happened?”

A chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. His look catches mine and I watch as his eyes glisten and dance. “You caught me by surprise.” My frown must tell him I don't understand. “I…umm…” A bloom of red steals across his face as he struggles for words. And then I work it out.

“Oh my God, are you serious? I nearly made you come? Damn it, why did I stop?”

His leering grin is gorgeous. Laughing, he rolls over the top of me and lands beside me. His hand strokes from my jaw down my throat, across my left breast, across my stomach, to lie teasingly against my thigh. “You stopped so I could continue exploring you.”

Although my body tingles and I want him to explore, I want something else first. “I don't want to wait. Please, can't we do slow later?” His hard cock throbs in the cocoon of my hand. I squeeze and stroke before sliding my leg up over his hip, straddling him. I'm hoping his cock will feel the soaking heat of my cunt and he'll want me, fast.

His lips meet mine in a kiss that ignites passion. One moment we're chuckling, the next I'm panting with need. My mouth can't get enough of his. My hand tries to draw his cock inside me but his hips rock away. I stroke until his cock's straining against my hand.

“Condom,” he groans and tries to move.

“Here.” I grab one from the new supply on the bedside table. He takes the condom from my fingers before I can even suggest I do it for him. He sheaths himself quickly. For a second I gloat. He wants me as much as I do him.

His hands grasp my hips as he sits me above his cock. “Take me.”

I can't think of anything more decadent. Holding his cock in my fist I lower myself down, at my pace, feeling his cock stretch and impale me. Bliss.

All thoughts are wiped away. There are only our bodies, joined, merged as one. My hips thrust down sending his cock deeper inside me. I still can't get enough. Wrapping my feet around his hips I ride him, pressing deeply until I've attached myself as closely as I can. I move on him. His cock plunges inside me, at my rhythm, my pace. I'm pulled higher and higher on the rollercoaster. I arch while he thrusts. Leaning over him my breasts hang near his face and the warm humid air darts across them. His lips close on my left nipple. His tongue laps as he thrusts and then he bites, his teeth holding tight as I pull backwards. A screaming release is torn from me. My hips buck onto him, my heels pressing into his flanks. My hips rock into his, once, twice, three times before I feel him tense, thrust deeply and his hips pulse. He's with me. Flying. Soaring. High above the world. Nothing can touch us. We hover for long moments of bliss. Then the silence hangs. We fall and lie, shattered, against each other.

A long time later when words wind their way into my shell-shocked brain, I trail my fingertips across Jason's shoulder and down his arm.

“Do you mind that I moved here?”

“Of course not.” Jason remains sprawled beneath me, his hand resting flat against my buttock.

I don't know what answer I wanted but this isn't it. I roll to the side. What more do I need? I have Jason beside me. We still have mind blowing sex. I have a job I enjoy—or I hope to. I'm away from Melbourne. There's something missing but I can't identify it.

“I never thought you'd do that,” he says.

“Do what?”
Didn't he like what I did to him? Was my first attempt at giving head so bad?
Maybe that's what's missing. Knowing I did well.

“Move.”

Move? Move what?
Then my mind clears.
Physical location, you idiot. Not sex.

He turns towards me giving me one of his intensely dark chocolate stares. “I wanted you to find me. I just didn't believe you would.” The stare gets darker, deeper. I'm drowning in chocolate. There's something more intense than lust in this gaze. I can't break it.

“Someone told me I have to seize life.”

“Did they?” His words are a whisper.

The intensity eases. A dancing gleam glows. That wickedly sexy grin I'll never get tired of seeing eases across his face. “So my Chicken Shit's gone. Instead I have a girl determined to seize life.”

“Scary isn't it?” I grin with self-confidence.

“Not scary at all. I love it.” Jason stops sharply. His nose brushes against mine. “I can't believe you moved.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Have I pushed this too quickly?”

My ear tingles as his breath drifts across. I shudder with pleasure. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth painting it with his tongue. When he drags his mouth away I'm clinging to him, like a liana vine.

“I think we're moving along perfectly. We'll take our time, explore, see where we end up. That suit you?”

Opening my mouth, a burst of air is released and my lungs stop burning. I can't help my huge grin. “Perfectly.” Everything is perfect. Jason wants me here.

I roll against him and slide my fingertips straight down the midline of his body until they slide over his cock. Closing my hand around and squeezing softly, I nuzzle against him. “So this kind of exploring is okay with you?”

Jason chuckles before one finger slides down my spine. At the dip near my hips, tiny shudders go through me. By the time his finger is lingering at the base of my spine, I'm a mass of goose bumps, with full shudders making my whole body tremble.

“Willow, beautiful, responsive Willow.”

For the first time, I love the sound of my name. It's breathy, melodic and dances across my eardrums in a motion like the sea.

I'm beautiful, supple and strong.

A panther makes me feel like a willow. Jason makes me feel like a woman.

I initiate a long, hot kiss.

My mission is accomplished.

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Indiana Jones meets Lara Croft in a hot, desperate treasure hunt that spans the globe and captures the imagination.

Dr. Cat Livingstone works for the British Museum, and she's frustrated as hell when the mysterious man she knows only as the Silver Fox snatches yet another artefact from under her nose. Determined to steal the priceless necklace back, she tracks him to the Swedish Ice Hotel, but she doesn't bank on him being the most gorgeous guy she's ever laid eyes on.

Heath has no idea that the hot blonde in the ice cold hotel has ulterior motives. But when a night between the sheets ends with both Cat and the necklace gone in the morning, Heath jumps into action.

Unfortunately for Cat, Heath lives for the thrill of the chase. And the chase is on.

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Natasha Raven has a secret. Although she is the bestselling author of erotic fiction, she has never penned a sex scene. Her sister, Liza, was responsible for the sizzle in Natasha's books – until she passed away only months ago. Now Natasha must write the scenes herself. Trouble is, she hasn't a clue what to write and being a virgin doesn't help. When she is invited to speak at a conference workshop titled ‘From Your Sheets to the Page,' Natasha panics. But a suggestive wink from a young hotel staffer named Jace gives her an idea. If she can muster the confidence to have a one night stand with Jace, she just may be able to endure the workshop without feeling a total fraud. But will she go through with it? And is Jace all that he seems?

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A love story that starts at the top of the world.

For Chloe, a tandem skydive seems like the perfect opportunity to prove to her ex that she's not as boring as he declared. But planning to jump and actually jumping are very different things. Luckily, there's a gorgeous instructor who is happy to come up with an ingenious way to distract her.

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Soon, a one-night stand on the beach quickly leads to a summer fling. But they both have ghosts to exorcise before love can set them free…

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