Free Worth Waiting For by Kelly Jamieson Page A

counter, spreading her legs so he could stand between them. She shifted to the edge of the counter so she could bump the bulge behind his fly, pressing right where she needed it and she moaned helplessly.
    “God, you’re hot, Ainslie.” He sank his teeth gently into her bottom lip, then licked her there.
    She moaned again and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in tightly.
    “Right now,” she whispered, needy and desperate. “Right here.” She tugged the T-shirt he wore up and over his head, snagging his face. “Sorry.”
    “S’okay,” he muttered, likewise pulling her tank top off, revealing her turquoise bra. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and slipped a hand between them to feel her.
    “You’re wet, honey. So wet. Is that for me?”
    “Oh, yeah.” She gave a husky laugh. “I’m wet for you, Griff.”
    He groaned and tugged the tiny strip of lace that was her panties aside and slid his fingers into her.
    She held onto his shoulders and leaned back, letting him finger her. “Touch me, Griff. Take my bra off. I want you to suck my nipples.”
    She heard his sharply indrawn breath at her request and he immediately complied. When her breasts were bare to him, he looked down at them and cupped them. His eyes dark, his face tight with arousal, he touched her nipples, then bent to take one between his lips, just the tip. Sensation shot from her nipple to her womb, almost making her slide off the counter.
    “Yes.” Her voice was no more than a hiss. She let go of him and leaned back on her elbows, knocking over the unopened bottle of wine. Griff’s arm shot out and caught it before it rolled to the floor, his head never lifting from her breast.
    “Good catch,” she panted, and proceeded to send a bag of tomatoes thudding to the floor. They both ignored that. He moved to the other nipple. “Oh, that feels good! Don’t stop. Ever.”
    He used his lips, tongue and teeth until she was in a frenzy of excitement. Pleasure torched her body, singed every nerve ending, sizzled through her veins. “I almost could come just from that.” She moaned.
    “Jesus,” he croaked. “Ainslie, you’re killing me.”
    “Fuck me. Now.”
    “No.”
    “Yes!”
    He laughed, low and soft. “So demanding! Uh-uh. I want to make you come first.” His hand dipped back into her panties, now soaked, stroking her there while his lips and teeth tugged at her nipples.
    “Oh. Okay then.” Her words trailed off as pleasure spiraled inside her, tighter, higher, his fingers sliding right where she needed them, until his fingers drew every sensation from her body to that tight, pinpoint of almost painful pleasure. Everything inside her clenched and drew in until she came in long, delicious waves of ecstasy, oblivious of the hard, cold counter beneath her.
    As she shuddered through her climax, Griff took her mouth in a wide-open, devouring kiss, until she was utterly lost.
    He eased her down to lay on the counter, legs dangling, kissed the tops of her breasts, then her collar bone, then her throat. He lingered there, inhaling, holding her while she trembled.
    “Okay, now .” She reached up and framed his face with her hands. The tenderness in his gaze almost brought tears to her eyes. “Fuck me now, Griff.”
    His pupils enlarged until his eyes were almost black and his hands went to his jeans, opening them with a quick, masculine flick. He pulled himself out, then with both hands on her hips, he slid her right to the edge of the counter and entered her.
    With small gasps and ragged moans, she opened for him, pulled him in with every muscle she had. The counter was hard beneath her head, but she didn’t care, the thrill of him filling her so completely making her lose her mind. He stood over her, hands hard on her hips. She was sure she’d have bruises, but she couldn’t care less. With quick, hard thrusts of his hips, he pushed into her, sending her flying high, and she cried out as she felt him tense up and pulse hot and