Make Me Melt by Karen Foley Page B

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panties.
    Caroline made an incoherent sound and covered his hand with her
own, pushing it downward. Requiring no further invitation, Jason cupped her
through the thin layer of silk. She was sweltering, and the fabric was damp with
her desire. He could feel the contours of her folds through the insubstantial
barrier, but it wasn’t enough.
    Pulling away from her, he reared up on his knees and positioned
himself between her legs. Caroline watched him through half-closed eyes as he
drew her panties down over her hips. She helped him by drawing her legs up and
kicking the filmy material free. And then, there she was, completely exposed to
his gaze.
    Jason thought he’d never seen anything as erotic or beautiful
as the sight of Caroline Banks, spread naked across his bed with her knees bent.
She stole his breath. Her feminine folds enticed him from beneath a narrow strip
of curls.
    “Oh, man,” he groaned. “You are so incredibly, amazingly
perfect.” He cupped her with one hand. Her skin was like hot silk. When he
parted her and slid a finger along her slick cleft, she cried out and arched
against his hand.
    “I need you,” she said, “inside me.”
    He grew even harder at her words. “Soon, baby,” he promised.
“There’s just something I have to do first.”
    Pushing himself backward, he knelt on the floor by the edge of
the bed and slid his hands beneath her buttocks. He devoured the sight of her,
pink and plump and glistening with arousal, before trailing kisses along her
inner thigh. She trembled beneath his touch. When he reached her core, he
breathed in her scent and then pressed a kiss directly to her center. She bucked
and cried out, and her hands clutched his head.
    “You taste even better than I imagined,” he ground out, skating
his lips along her inner thigh. “And I love how good you smell.”
    Jason was in heaven. Sweet, delicious heaven. He pushed her
knees back as he laved her with his tongue. She made quiet noises of intense
pleasure and speared her fingers through his hair. Her breath came faster and
she pressed one hand against her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making. When
he concentrated his efforts on the tiny bud of her clitoris and eased one finger
inside her, she bowed off the mattress and her whole body tautened. Her mouth
opened on a silent cry as she convulsed beneath him.
    * * *
    C AROLINE COULDN ’ T THINK . She could only lay sprawled across the bed, a
helpless victim of the delicious aftershocks of what was possibly the most
intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Okay, definitely the most intense. Her entire body thrummed with sexual gratification. She
was trembling, as weak as a kitten.
    Jason eased himself down beside her and pulled her into his
arms. “Good?”
    “Ohmigod. Better than good. Amazing.”
    “I agree,” he murmured and tilted her face so that he could
kiss her again. Caroline returned the kiss, sliding her tongue against his in a
slow, sensual mating. When she would have wound her arms around his neck, Jason
caught her wrists in his hands and pinned them gently but firmly over her head.
She’d known he was a big man, but it wasn’t until he was over her like this,
with her breasts flattened against the muscles of his chest, that she realized
just how large he really was.
    He smiled down at her in a way that caused something in her
chest to contract. His eyes were smoldering as they raked her features. “We’ve
only just gotten started.”
    He shifted against her, and she could feel the unmistakable
thrust of his erection bumping against her hip. Caroline’s breath hitched. She
liked this side of Jason, sexy and masculine. The heat she saw in his eyes made
her feel uninhibited and completely desirable. At sixteen, she hadn’t known her
own power. But now she realized that what he had said was true—she had all the
control. Despite the fact that he had her wrists pinned over her head, she was
the one who was calling the shots.
    “Maybe this