but I like them and I feel obligated to wear them.”
“That’s sweet,” Genna said, genuinely touched. He was a star, he didn’t need to play to the whimsy of fans. He could have thrown the things in a box—he still would have been a star. But he wore them in honor of the people who supported him.
“Oh, yeah?” he said, setting his glass aside and taking Genna’s from her. He shifted onto one hip and leaned so close, Genna’s eyes almost crossed looking at his short Irish nose. “Well, I think you’re sweet.”
His mouth closed over hers, warm and gentle,seeking, tasting. Genna sighed into his mouth as his kiss coaxed her lips apart and his tongue delved in to sample the flavor of desire. Her hand came up to rest along his jaw, the shadow of his beard rasping pleasantly against her palm.
“Mmmm …” he murmured, pressing tiny kisses to the very corners of her mouth. “You are sweet.”
Genna could barely breathe, she was so startled at the sensations taking over her body. When he touched her, she lost all control of herself. She felt boneless as she leaned into him, initiating the kiss herself this time. A shudder ran through her at Jared’s moan of pleasure when she pressed her tongue into his mouth to explore. He tasted wonderfully of chocolate and wine and apple cookies.
In one smooth move Jared pulled her onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. One hand sank into her thick hair, the other strayed under her navy polo shirt, his fingertips feather-stroking their way up her rib cage to the swell of her breast. He cupped the soft, heavy flesh, his thumb caressing the tight bud at its center.
Her mind a mist of passion, Genna gasped into his mouth and arched against him, her thigh pressing hard against his arousal. Deep inside her an exquisite, empty ache throbbed, begging her to let gothe last shreds of her sanity. Jared could assuage that ache. Never mind that she hadn’t been with a man in nearly a year. Never mind that she hardly knew this one and would have sworn up and down in a saner moment that she could hardly tolerate the sight of him. There was something in his touch, in his kiss that scattered all logic and cut down to the plain unvarnished truth: She wanted him.
Jared was thinking along the same lines. He wanted to lay Genna down and gently tug her top out of his way so he could see her breasts, touch and kiss them. He wanted to ease her white shorts down her legs so he could bury himself between them.
But even as Genna’s hands slid under his T-shirt to caress his back, Jared was acutely aware of one major fact: they were making out on her kitchen floor. Not that he minded. It just wasn’t the right place for their first time together. And, although his hormones were willing to put up a lively argument, it was too soon.
He eased his hand from the sweet fullness of her breast, ignoring her whimpered protest, and brought it up to rest against her cheek as he lifted his lips from hers.
“You have a very sexy mouth,” he said, his voice warm and textured like velvet.
“Really?” The word was whispered through her wet lips.
“No one’s ever told you that?” He kissed her earlobe.
“Uh-uh.”
“A testimony to the sad quality of the men in your life.” He kissed the tip of her upturned nose. “Your mouth is very, very sexy.”
Genna sighed as his lips touched hers. His tongue ever so gently traced the outline of her mouth.
“I like the way this corner kicks up all by itself right before you make a smart remark.” He pressed a kiss to the right corner of her mouth. “And I love this bottom lip when you pout.”
“I don’t pout,” she stated.
He chuckled, a deep, hoarse, masculine rumbling low in his throat. “There it is.” He took her lower lip between his and sucked gently, then pulled back away from her.
He stared into Genna’s eyes, and he waited for the other shoe to drop. Any second now she was going to start to feel guilty, he was sure of it. Instead, she
“That’s sweet,” Genna said, genuinely touched. He was a star, he didn’t need to play to the whimsy of fans. He could have thrown the things in a box—he still would have been a star. But he wore them in honor of the people who supported him.
“Oh, yeah?” he said, setting his glass aside and taking Genna’s from her. He shifted onto one hip and leaned so close, Genna’s eyes almost crossed looking at his short Irish nose. “Well, I think you’re sweet.”
His mouth closed over hers, warm and gentle,seeking, tasting. Genna sighed into his mouth as his kiss coaxed her lips apart and his tongue delved in to sample the flavor of desire. Her hand came up to rest along his jaw, the shadow of his beard rasping pleasantly against her palm.
“Mmmm …” he murmured, pressing tiny kisses to the very corners of her mouth. “You are sweet.”
Genna could barely breathe, she was so startled at the sensations taking over her body. When he touched her, she lost all control of herself. She felt boneless as she leaned into him, initiating the kiss herself this time. A shudder ran through her at Jared’s moan of pleasure when she pressed her tongue into his mouth to explore. He tasted wonderfully of chocolate and wine and apple cookies.
In one smooth move Jared pulled her onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. One hand sank into her thick hair, the other strayed under her navy polo shirt, his fingertips feather-stroking their way up her rib cage to the swell of her breast. He cupped the soft, heavy flesh, his thumb caressing the tight bud at its center.
Her mind a mist of passion, Genna gasped into his mouth and arched against him, her thigh pressing hard against his arousal. Deep inside her an exquisite, empty ache throbbed, begging her to let gothe last shreds of her sanity. Jared could assuage that ache. Never mind that she hadn’t been with a man in nearly a year. Never mind that she hardly knew this one and would have sworn up and down in a saner moment that she could hardly tolerate the sight of him. There was something in his touch, in his kiss that scattered all logic and cut down to the plain unvarnished truth: She wanted him.
Jared was thinking along the same lines. He wanted to lay Genna down and gently tug her top out of his way so he could see her breasts, touch and kiss them. He wanted to ease her white shorts down her legs so he could bury himself between them.
But even as Genna’s hands slid under his T-shirt to caress his back, Jared was acutely aware of one major fact: they were making out on her kitchen floor. Not that he minded. It just wasn’t the right place for their first time together. And, although his hormones were willing to put up a lively argument, it was too soon.
He eased his hand from the sweet fullness of her breast, ignoring her whimpered protest, and brought it up to rest against her cheek as he lifted his lips from hers.
“You have a very sexy mouth,” he said, his voice warm and textured like velvet.
“Really?” The word was whispered through her wet lips.
“No one’s ever told you that?” He kissed her earlobe.
“Uh-uh.”
“A testimony to the sad quality of the men in your life.” He kissed the tip of her upturned nose. “Your mouth is very, very sexy.”
Genna sighed as his lips touched hers. His tongue ever so gently traced the outline of her mouth.
“I like the way this corner kicks up all by itself right before you make a smart remark.” He pressed a kiss to the right corner of her mouth. “And I love this bottom lip when you pout.”
“I don’t pout,” she stated.
He chuckled, a deep, hoarse, masculine rumbling low in his throat. “There it is.” He took her lower lip between his and sucked gently, then pulled back away from her.
He stared into Genna’s eyes, and he waited for the other shoe to drop. Any second now she was going to start to feel guilty, he was sure of it. Instead, she
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