Breaking Free: A Colorado High Country Crossover Novel Pamela Clare (black books to read .TXT) 📖

“That’s better.” He went to work on her, fingers parting her, exploring her, finding … just the right spot. “Like that?”

“Mmm, yes.”

Then his mouth closed over her nipple once more.

The combined sensations rocked Winona, sexual need like a fever now, his clever fingers driving her to the brink. She heard herself babble a mixture of Lakota and English, words mingling with moans. “Wasté kstó… aah … so good … aké … more … oh, Jason.”

Then he slid a finger inside her, stroking her inside and out.

She moaned his name, each deep thrust carrying her higher until she was hanging on the shimmering edge of an orgasm. And then she was soaring, the bliss of climax rushing through her, lifting her up, giving her body wings, then leaving her to float slowly back to earth.

When she opened her eyes, she found him still watching her, his eyes dark, the hint of a smile on his face. “Welcome back, beautiful.”

Chapter 13

Jason was an idiot. He’d led the two of them around this corner. Yes, Winona had come willingly, but he had started it.

Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Watching her open up for him, seeing the bliss on her sweet face when she’d come—it had left him feeling more alive than he’d felt in months, not to mention horny as hell.

Maybe you should stop here. This doesn’t have to go any further.

Yeah, right.

She smiled up at him, a sensual, sexy smile, then pushed him onto his back, straddling him, her beautiful breasts swaying as she settled herself, dark nipples peeking out from between tangled strands of black hair. She ran her hands over him, explored his pecs, his shoulders, his biceps, taking her time and clearly liking what she saw, her touch making his skin burn.

“This is my favorite muscle.” Her fingertips grazed his obliques, making his abs tense. “I wish we had a condom. I’m not on the pill or—”

“One of these?” Jason pulled the condom out of his pocket and held it up.

Her face lit up, her lips curving in a sensual smile. “Oh, thank God.”

He lifted his ass off the bed so she could yank down his pajama bottoms and was about to open the condom when she stopped him.

“Wait! I haven’t gotten to see you or touch you.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m all yours.”

Her gaze shifted to his cock, her quick inhale telling him she found the sight of him arousing. Then she took his cock in hand, moving slowly from tip to base and back. “Show me what you like. I want to please you.”

I want to please you.

Her words were like a dart straight to his heart. Had Elena ever said anything like that? He didn’t think so.

He reached down, took hold of Winona’s hand, increased the pressure, sucking in a breath when she got it right. “Yeah. Like that.”

He held himself still, letting her set the pace, watching as she got used to the feel of him, the sight of her hand on his cock almost as arousing as her touch. Stroke upon stroke, she built the rhythm until he couldn’t help but thrust into her fist.

He caught her hand. “Stop.”

He didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming up short when she needed him.

He tore open the condom with his teeth, rolled it over his erection, then grasped Winona’s hips. “Come here.”

She moved up his body until she was positioned just above his cock, her palms on his chest for balance. He held himself in place for her, watching as she took him inside her, inch by inch, the two of them moaning in unison.

Sweet Jesus.

She felt so good, her body clenching around him, hot and slippery and tight. He willed himself to relax, let the tension in his muscles go. He wanted this to be good for her, too, and that meant he needed to last.

He held his hips still, giving her time to adjust to him being inside her, focusing instead on those beautiful breasts, the weight of them, the lush feel of them, the pebbled velvet of her dark nipples.

Then she began to move, rocking her hips slowly, grinding herself against him, her eyes drifting shut, her lips parting on a soft moan.

Hell, yeah.

What she was doing would keep him hard, but it wouldn’t make him come. That was a good thing as far as he was concerned. Besides, it turned him on to see her so turned on, to watch her using his body for her pleasure, to see delight on her face again. She was so responsive, his every touch drawing a reaction, her nipples drawing tighter, goosebumps rising on her skin, sweet little sighs and moans.

Yeah, he could do this all night.

She was breathing faster now, her lips parted, her brow furrowed.

He slid his hands down her body, savoring the feel of her—her ribcage, her narrow waist, the soft curve of her hips. Then he pressed against her dark curls with both thumbs, applying pressure just above her clit.

Her eyes flew open. “Oh … yes.”

Her head fell back on a moan, silken strands tickling his thighs, her hips moving faster, his cock buried deep inside her. She was getting close now, every muscle in her body tense, her nails biting into his chest, every exhale ending with a moan.

He was so turned on that his hips instinctively bucked, and she moaned. He thrust upward again and was rewarded with another throaty moan. He thrust again—and she shattered, coming with a cry, ecstasy shining on her face.

Jason stayed with her until her climax passed. She sank against him, her cheek on his chest, her body languid, her hair spilling over them both. He gave her a moment, ran his fingers along her spine, kissed her hair, the feel of her precious in his arms.

She raised her head, smiled, kissed him.

In a single move, Jason rolled her onto her back, his cock still inside her.

She gave a little gasp of surprise, her hands