Free Must Be Crazy: (Melissa and Jackson) (A Jetty Beach Romance Book 2) by Claire Kingsley Page A

this long. She hesitates, her eyes traveling up and down my body. This delayed gratification thing is way hotter than I thought it could be. I stare at her. Where should I begin? What will she like? How can I make her scream my name? The possibilities are endless.
    Keeping one hand on the towel, I take a few steps toward her. She closes the distance, her face tilted up to mine. I haven’t even kissed her yet. What happened to me? I slept all night next to a woman I want so badly I can taste it—and I haven’t touched her. Yesterday I played with her hands and feet, teasing us both, but I haven’t felt the softness of her lips.
    “Thank you,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.
    I inch closer, brushing my nose against hers. “For what?”
    “For bringing me here.”
    It’s time. I smile and lean in, claiming her mouth with mine. Her lips part for my tongue and I push it in, unleashing some of the passion I’ve been holding inside. I slide my hand beneath her dress and grab her ass, pulling her against me. She moans. God, I love her noises. She wraps her arms around me, one hand on my neck, the other on my back just above the towel. Her breasts press against my chest.
    I let the towel drop and leave her mouth, kissing down the side of her jaw, onto her neck. Her head tilts, her hair cascading down her back. I run my tongue up to her ear and nip her earlobe with my teeth.
    Her hands find my cock and I groan as she grips it and squeezes. One hand runs down the shaft and the other plays with the tip. Her touch drives me crazy. With one hand still gripping her ass, I run the other up her body and cup her breast. I can’t get enough of her.
    She brings her hands to my chest and pushes—hard. I step away, suddenly confused, but she brushes the sides of my ribcage with her fingertips, as if to coax me closer.
    Her hands trail down my abs and, licking her lips, she slowly lowers herself to her knees.
    Oh, fuck yes.
    Her mouth clamps down on my cock with a rush of heat and sensation. I lean my head back and close my eyes. She plunges down, then slides back up, her tongue licking the shaft, then circling the tip when she gets to the top. She takes it again, pulling in more of me than I thought she could take.
    “Oh my god, Melissa, that feels amazing.”
    One hand runs around to my ass and she teases my balls with the other. Holy shit, this woman. She pulls up and sucks on the tip, then plunges down again. I fist my hand in her wet hair, guiding her. I enjoy the fuck out of every second, every movement, every little flick of her tongue. She’s fearless, and it drives me crazy.
    I feel her pull away and I let go of her hair. She puts her hands on my thighs and runs them up my hips, moving her mouth up my body. She kisses her way up my abs. My breath comes fast and my legs practically shake. I slide my arms around her as she stands, keeping her body close to mine.
    Her mouth reaches my neck. I pull back and kiss her. My hands dig into her ass and I grind my cock against her body. She lifts onto her tiptoes, pressing herself into me, her arms tight around my neck.
    I release the kiss and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I hold her, nothing but a slip of thong between my cock and her very hot pussy.
    “Your turn,” I say.
    I carry her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. She starts to lift her dress but I lean down and grab her wrist.
    “Wait,” I say. “You have to wait until I tell you.”
    She smiles—a wicked, wicked smile—and stops.
    I stand above her, my cock still slick from her mouth, absolutely aching to be inside her. Melissa holds herself up on her elbows and tips her legs apart, the hem of her dress sliding up her thighs.
    “You have to be a good girl and do what I say,” I say. “Can you do that?”
    “No,” she says, her lips pursing on the o . “I’m not a good girl.”
    I kneel on the bed and put my hands on her knees, pushing her legs back together. “No, Melissa.