Free No Regrets: Jani Kay (Firebird Trilogy Book 2) by Jani Kay Page A

cock throbbed against her stomach.
    Letting me kiss her jawline once again, she lifted her chin to give me access to her neck. I sucked and kissed my way down her throat to the rise of her breasts. Her breath hitched as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, my mouth never leaving her skin. I peeled the blouse off her shoulders with slow deliberate movements. She moaned and threw her head back against the soft leather. Her breasts heaved below the cream satin restraints of her bra. My God, she was so sensuous I could come just looking at her.
    Her trembling fingers fumbled as they unbuttoned my shirt. I watched, as if in slow motion, as she pushed the shirt aside, the tips of her fingers brushing against my chest, setting it on fire.
    My palms glided over her silky skin, in awe of her softness. Reaching behind her back, I expertly undid the clasp of her bra. She gazed at me as she placed her hand on my chest. For a few heartbeats time stood still. Was she going to stop me?
    A deep pink blush spread over her skin—from her breasts, up her neck and over her cheeks. Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for answers, reading me until something stirred deep inside my soul.
    This was a moment of no return for us both.
    She took my hand in hers and pressed it to her chest, the wild beating of her heart beneath my fingertips. Her hands glided to my shoulders, allowing me to slip the bra off her arms and discard it onto the floor. I gasped as her pink nipples hardened into tight peaks.
    Sweet Lord, she’s fucking gorgeous.
    I couldn't resist. Reverently smoothing my hands over her breasts, I cupped them while running the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. She moaned softly, her lips parted, glistening in the soft light. Her breasts, even though heavy from her arousal, fitted perfectly into my hands.
    “Rebecca, you were made for me.” I leaned forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. God, this was all I ever wanted—and more.
    I lifted her in my arms and carried her up the stairs to my bedroom. She buried her face in my neck, hot panting breaths escaping her lips and caressing over my skin. I stopped on the landing and slid her body down my torso. Her legs hooked around my hips, her arms tightening around my neck. Pushing my shirt aside, she pressed her full breasts against my skin. I kissed her until we were both breathless and our chests heaving.
    “Maxwell,” she murmured against my neck. I tugged at her skirt, wanting it off. Right here, right now . I set her down slowly, leaning her up against the wall as I undid the zipper. Her hands were in my hair, her body writhing as a soft gasp escaped her lips when I pulled her skirt down and it billowed at her feet.
    Christ. Her hourglass figure etched against the white wall, wearing nothing but lacy, cream colored panties and high heels, Rebecca was every man’s wet dream. Her trimmed triangle teased me beneath the soft lace.
    I fell to my knees, worshiping her by burying my nose against the lace, inhaling deeply as I squeezed my eyes shut. The scent of her arousal drove me to the edge of insanity. Pinning her wrists to the wall, I licked and kissed my way up her body, over her flat stomach and navel, stopping at each breast in turn, then her neck and jaw until I finally looked into her smoldering eyes and took her mouth with mine.
    She bit into my lower lip. Hard. I couldn’t stand much more of this slow torture. The friction of her hard nipples rubbing against my bare skin ignited a fire in my belly. I pushed my erection against her.
    “Feel what you do to me,” I panted as her liquid eyes engulfed me. Her hand slid to my cock, gripping it in her palms and squeezing. “Free me,” I grunted, unable to hold back any longer. Her trembling fingers struggled with the button, fumbling in her haste to undo it. I helped her with the zipper and pushed my jeans down, watching her hands disappear beneath the waistband of my boxer shorts and slowly push them down, her palms caressing my hips