Free Love In Alaska (The Love In 50 States Series Book 2) by Shelby Gates Page A

ass and the backs of my thighs. I could feel him vibrating against me, pushing up between my legs, like he was trying to find me. I slid slowly down his body, kissing his throat, his chest, his stomach, his hips. His fingers glided over my shoulders and threaded in my hair.
    I touched my lips lightly to his arousal and he groaned. “Yes,” he breathed, lifting his hips.
    His fingertips pressed into my skull and he pushed his legs out to the sides. I went slow, the smooth skin of his shaft sliding across my tongue. I licked softly, watching his reaction. His mouth was open, his eyes closed tight, his entire body tensed and ready. I smiled and wrapped my hand around him and took him fully into my mouth. He gasped and I felt my own body respond, excited that I had such power over him. I worked my mouth up and down, his cock hard as a rock, vibrating in my mouth. I found a rhythm and sucked harder, my hand pumping up and down as I swallowed him down.
    “Oh, Jess,” he whispered, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Jesus.”
    His words spurred me on and I went faster, wanting to turn him on more, bring him to the edge. I couldn't remember the last blow job I'd given. Probably back when Brian and I had been dating. He never asked for them and I just assumed I wasn't good at them. Oral sex had never been part of our limited repertoire and I'd just accepted that. But Evan's reaction made me want to keep going, to try new things, to see just how far I could push him.
    He shifted his hips, pulling out of my mouth. “No. No. Shit. Stop. I'm gonna lose it.”
    “That's fine,” I whispered, closing my mouth over him again.
    He waited a moment, then pushed me away again. “No. Not yet.”
    I slid back up his body and he turned, rolling me to the side. I tried to push him back, but he held me there and rolled on top of me. He was stronger than he looked. He kissed my ear, his tongue dancing in and out of it, sending shivers down my spine. His hands were light on my body, caressing my breasts, sliding over my stomach and between my legs. I did the same thing he'd done, pushing my legs open wider and inviting him in.
    His fingers brushed against me and I gasped, my hands gripping his back. He stared down at me as he touched me, our eyes locked. Desire surged through me and I was desperate to feel him inside of me. His finger rubbed at me, gently, teasingly, and I bucked into him. He slipped one finger inside, then two and I cried out, hanging onto him. A small smile crept onto his face and he worked his fingers faster, massaging me. I lifted my hips and he pulled out, his fingers finding the sensitive nub of my clit. He slid his finger across it, his touch vacillating between gentle and firm. I closed my eyes, focused on the wet heat building between my legs. He quickened his pace and my fingernails dug into his back.
    I pushed his hand away, gasping. “No, not yet,” I said, repeating his mantra spoken only minutes earlier.
    His hand kneaded my thigh and I thought for a moment he wasn't going to listen. But he shifted and moved his body on top of me.
    “Wait,” I said, reaching my hand out of the sleeping bag. “Wait.”
    He hovered over me until I found a condom in the small side pocket of my bag.
    “Oh thank God,” he whispered, his voice harsh.
    I tore off the paper. “Yeah?”
    “I don't have anything,” he said. “I didn't think we'd get to...”
    I set it on him, then slowly unrolled it. It was his turn to gasp.
    “I thought you had everything in that bag of yours,” I whispered.
    He chuckled softly and shook his head. “Not one of those.”
    I grabbed onto him and guiding him, spreading my legs wider. He pushed into me and I gasped again, his heated shaft filling me completely. My hands slid around his back and I grabbed onto his ass and pulled him deeper. He moved slowly, his eyes locked on mine. He took his time, sliding all the way out of me before plunging back in. He leaned down and kissed me, his lips