Free NextMoves by Sabrina Garie Page A

it demanded a response.
    Time to choose and there was no choice at all. Nick be
damned, his legacy would no longer cripple her. She cupped his cheek in one
hand and kissed him gently, letting it linger. When she pulled away, she put
her wineglass on the coffee table, took his hand and led him toward the stairs.
    He didn’t move. “Joci, my car’s in your driveway. If I
follow you up, it stays until morning.”
    “And the entire town will know you spent the night by
lunchtime. I know.” She kept walking.
    He pulled her back, his feet rooted on the wood floor. “So
we’re both clear, if I come upstairs, we’re talking the R word. You—on my arm,
in my bed, at my games, by my side—mine.”
    The possessiveness in his voice sent shivers of longing
through her body and soul. “I know. Are you coming or not?”
    “Hell yes.” He took the steps two by two, lines of victory
plastered across his face.
     
    In her room, Jared hovered by the door, arms at his sides,
waiting to see what she would do. This was her game, her move. She’d accept
nothing less. Now with the sweet rewards of victory in his grasp, he wouldn’t
let the carnal hunger ripping through his gut ruin the poignancy of a moment he
had fought too hard to reach.
    Tethering her gaze to his, she slithered toward him. His
cock stiffened with each sashay of her hips. She peeled off his jacket and
shirt. Her lips slid over his collarbone, hands and nails circled his back and
torso. After she unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, he kicked off his boots
and let the pants fall to the floor. Jocelyn made slow work of her own clothes.
Jeans flowed leisurely down leanly muscled legs, bra straps moving like
molasses down each arm, tempting him with succulent flesh and hints of sin to
come. His dick throbbed mercilessly, but still he waited, content to let her
play with him. When she was fully naked, she pulled him onto the bed.
    On the edge of the mattress, she scanned up and down his
body. “You’re such a beautiful man,” she said, the tenderness in her voice at
odds with the raw desire flaring in her eyes. One hand drifted up his inner
thigh, teasing out a moan from deep in his throat. The other reached into her
nightstand to pull out a long red-and-gold silk scarf.
    “What are you going to do with that?” Whatever it was, bring
it on. He was up for anything she had in mind.
    “I’m going to make you feel good.”
    The scarf draped over his chest, she nibbled his lips as her
fingers massaged silk-sheathed nipples that strained into her touch.
Intensifying the kiss, she sipped his tongue. Her fingers rolled harder and
faster with every groan that escaped his lips.
    The silk swirled across the planes of his chest, smooth
against the hard muscle. Teasing, enticing all the way down until she swathed
it around his dick and pumped, a slow rhythm that had fire racing up his spine.
Her tongue lapped at the crest of his cock and he growled like a rabid wolf,
bucking into her grip. His body raged for more—to possess every inch of her.
“Suck it. Deep.”
    She swallowed him all in and flicked her tongue up and
around. That mouth was a little piece of heaven and he was going to move in,
permanently.
    His fingers laced through her hair and held her to him as he
thrust through the smooth silk of the scarf and the velvet heat of her mouth.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. Pressure pooled in the small of his back and
pulsed through his erection. ”I’m coming, babe.”
    She stayed with him. And he loved it.
    With a strangled cry, he poured himself into her, letting
her have all of him. Breath ragged, he pulled Joci up into his arms and nuzzled
into the satin of her skin, the softness of her hair. “That was one hell of a
prop.” Holding her with one arm, he reached down with the other and unraveled
the scarf. “My turn.” He intended to own her as completely as she’d just taken
him.
     
    His head resting on one arm, Jared slid the scarf along her
thigh, across her