Sweet Obsession: Windy City Kink, Book 1 by Kelly Jamieson Page B

Fire raced through his veins and his dick surged behind his fly. He’d been half-hard since she’d arrived. Now he was burning for her, aching for her. Those dark erotic urges roared to life inside him, but he held them at bay. Sasha might be the perfect match for him, but he needed to take it slow.
    His hand gently cupped her throat, fingers pressing her chin up and around, and she quivered in his arms. He slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, loving the delicate slide of her tongue against his, loving how she opened wider to him. He lifted his mouth, kissed her again, long, languid, open-mouthed kisses. He pressed his other palm to her flat stomach over the thin sweater she wore, felt her belly muscles tremble.
    He left her mouth to brush his lips over her cheek, her jaw, her ear. Her trembling increased. “Jack.”
    He barely heard her, partly because she’d whispered his name, partly because his heart was thundering in his ears. “Mmm. Sasha.”
    Her head fell away from him and he dragged his tongue down the side of her neck, then opened his mouth on her skin there and sucked so gently. He handled her with utmost care, but couldn’t resist a soft bite where her neck met her shoulder. He pushed aside the neckline of the sweater and kissed the top of her shoulder, again breathing in the scent of her skin, all woman and warm.
    To his delight, she lifted her free arm and curved her hand around the back of his head. “Oh my God.” She moaned. “Jack. Jack, we shouldn’t…”
    He remembered her saying that, the night they’d had sex for the first time. Her first time ever. She’d been a virgin, but so damn hot and sexy. They’d been close to doing it so many times, and it had been getting harder and harder for them to resist. She’d said the words, because she knew she should. Because good girls didn’t do that when they were only sixteen. When he’d paused, met her eyes and asked her if she’d really wanted to stop, his heart had damn near exploded when she’d whispered, “No.”
    And he sensed the same lack of conviction in her words now, the mixed message of her hand cupping his head while her lips said no. Her body responded to him, so soft against him, her breathing quick and shallow, her low pleasure noises telling him how much she liked his kisses and nibbles and licks.
    She groaned and tensed against him. “Oh God, Jack. Stop. Really.”
    He closed his eyes and sucked in air. She pushed away from him, a little tangled in the blanket around her hips. Seeing her face damn near had him reaching for her again. With pink cheeks, lust-glazed eyes and full, shiny lips, she looked so fucking sexy and irresistible. His hands itched to touch her again and he fought for control.
    Jack closed his eyes and shoved a hand into his hair. His dick was throbbing and on fire, his balls so tight he couldn’t breathe. Hell. As much as he wanted her, wanted to rip her clothes off, turn her over his lap and feel her ass beneath his hands and then fuck her brains out, that was way too much, too soon.
    “I’m sorry, Sasha,” he said quietly. “You make me lose my mind.”
    She blinked up at him, her blue eyes hazy with desire, her lips plump and sexy as hell. He couldn’t help but study the swell of her breasts beneath the thin sweater. His palms itched to feel them, the full softness, the hard little nipples. He swallowed a groan.
    She said nothing, and he had no idea what she was thinking. Clearly she was frustrated. So the hell was he.
    Hot color rushed into her cheeks and she pushed herself up to sitting. “Well, I guess that answers my question,” she muttered. She swung her legs off his lap and went to stand. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, this time to sit beside him.
    “Wait.”
    She yanked herself away from him and stood, taking a few steps from the couch. She tugged and straightened her sweater and ran her hands through her hair. “Never mind. I have to go.” She moved to the