Free Imperfect Justice by Olivia Jaymes Page B

pocket. “Damn, you scramble my brains, honey. I almost forgot this.”
    Tearing open the square with his teeth, he quickly rolled the protection on and came back down on top of her, the heat from his body warming her own. Arousal was already bubbling through her veins like the champagne she’d drank at New Year’s Eve and she clung to Jared like a rock in a storm.
    This time when he entered her she spread her legs in readiness, not wanting him to think she didn’t want this or that she was unsure. He pressed forward slowly and gently a few inches then stopped, letting her get used to the invasion before pushing forward again, each easy thrust gaining more purchase. Her honey eased his way and when he was into the hilt he paused and let his forehead drop onto her own.
    Their breathing was ragged and labored and his body was covered with a sheen of sweat. She wasn’t so naïve not to know it was from the immense control he was keeping over himself. He’d taken his time and given her all the gentleness and patience she could have asked for but it had taken its toll on him. His expression was tortured, his jaw tight with the effort.
    He waited there, not moving and she realized he was waiting for a sign from her. She dug her fingers into the hard muscles of his back and lifted her hips, slightly letting them sway right and then left. Shivers of pleasure ran straight to her clit and she repeated the motion, drawing a moan from her own lips.
    This was what people read and talked about.
    Jared began to move, slowly at first and then faster as her sighs and moans urged him on. Pleasure rushed through her like a waterfall with every stroke and thrust of his cock. He grunted and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his teeth nibbling the flesh there. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and Misty tumbled over the edge, her body tightening on his.
    He growled her name as he too climaxed, and she closed her eyes as the room tilted and swirled around her. Nothing could come close to how she felt with him at the moment. She’d given control of her body over to him and had no regrets. She wouldn’t have missed this – him – for anything. Maybe she’d never feel this again but she would always know what was possible.
    “Are you okay?” His lips brushed the top of her head. “That was amazing.”
    She nodded, her cheek rubbing his chest where she could feel the steady thud of his heart. “I’m okay…exhausted. Isn’t that what you said I should be?”
    He chuckled and she felt it rumble under her ear. “That is what I said. Why don’t you close your eyes and get some rest? We can talk about this later.”
    Her lids floating closed, she didn’t argue. Her limbs felt heavy and she just needed a little sleep. Just a few hours.
    And then she’d want to do this all over again.

    Misty hadn’t known how to act the next morning. She’d expected it to be awkward between her and Jared but he’d gone out of his way to make her feel at ease. It was hard to put aside the intimate things they’d done to one another only hours before. He’d encouraged her to explore her sexual curiosity and the results had been mind-bending. She’d been suppressing her sensual hunger for years but with Jared it felt safe to give way to those urges.
    Now it was almost morning, the sky a charcoal gray waiting for the sun to rise and paint it with vivid colors of daylight. Jared was in her bathroom getting dressed and she was brewing a pot of strong tea. She poured the hot dark liquid into two mugs and added lemon and sugar to hers. Tightening the tie on her flannel robe, she leaned against the counter and sipped her tea in the silence.
    A click and the bathroom door was open, Jared stepping into the main room. He wore last night’s clothes and his jaw was covered with dark stubble, but he’d tamed his hair that had been disheveled from her fingers winding through it as his tongue had done naughty things to very private