"Are you hungry?" Jeremy surprised me by asking.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips. "Food is the last thing on my mind right now," I mumbled and his lips curled in a devious smile, his eyes darkened as he walked up to me.
"Okay. But I'm hungry though," he responded.
"Oh, you can order room service then, right? Or get food from a restaurant." What am I saying?
Jeremy didn't respond, just kept advancing towards me like a predator towards its prey. "I'm hungry for a different kind of food," he said, stopping in front of me.
"Oh…" that seemed to be the only word my brain could come up with.
Jeremy placed his hand under my chin tilting my head to look at him. "I'm hungry for you. I want to eat you."
A surprised gasp escaped my lips and without warning his lips crashed on mine in a hungry kiss. He kissed with intent, like he was starved, and I was the quench to his thirst, the taste of whisky on his tongue, the woody scent of him filling my lungs. I placed my hand on his chest to support myself because my knees suddenly went weak and it felt like they were about to give out.
A moan escaped my lips and he swallowed it. Soon the kiss turned languid and he slowly took his time devouring my lips, I grabbed his shirt tighter, crumpling it under my grasp. Slowly, he pulled away, taking my lower lip between his teeth and gently grazing.
I slowly opened my eyes to see him watching me, his eyes filled with so much desire. "Beautiful," he murmured. With the way he looked at me, I had no doubt that he meant it.
He traced his thumb along my lower lip and then down my chin, his eyes holding mine captive and then he took my lips again, this time he took his time in kissing me senseless, and then his lips moved down my jaw kissing all the way down to my neck and my collar bone.
I threw my head back, a soft moan escaping my lips. Thankful for his hold on my lower back, or I would have fallen because my legs seemed to have lost their function.
In a second, he lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing and hoisted me against his body, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. "How can you do that with so much ease?" I found myself asking, not being able hold my surprise. Preston always made it a point to complain about my weight every chance he got and never made any attempt to carry me.
"Because I can," he replied with a sense of pride as he carried me to the bed and gently placed me on it.
"I weigh a ton," I muttered, my insecurity creeping in.
Jeremy hovered over me caging me in, his eyes searching mine and then then he said, "Your weight, is my warm up weight, Baby girl."
"Oh…" That dumb little word slipped out again, my brain still mush from his lips.
Preston's voice clawed its way into my head—"You're too heavy, Gia, I can't…" But here was this man, broad and strong, smirking like carrying me was a flex, not a chore.
I swallowed, my throat tight, and managed a shaky laugh. "You must be strong then."
"I am," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.
His thumb brushed my cheek, rough against my skin, and then he dipped down, his lips finding mine again. This kiss was slower, deeper, like he was savoring every second, tasting me like I was something rare.
My hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard planes under his shirt, and I tugged at it, needing more of him, needing to feel him against me.
He chuckled at my impatience and pulled back just enough to unbutton the shirt and tossed it somewhere. My breath hitched at the sight of him, corded muscles and taut chest. "God," I whispered, more to myself than him, and his smirk grew wicked.
"Not quite," he teased, leaning down to kiss my jaw, then lower, trailing heat along my neck. His hands roamed, slipping under my dress, fingers skimming my thighs, and I arched into him, a whimper escaping before I could stop it. Preston never touched me like this, like he wanted me, like every curve was his to claim.
Jeremy's hands were sure, possessive, and when he tugged the dress up over my head, I didn't flinch. Not with him looking at me like that, like I was the only thing in this room that mattered.
"You're stunning," he said, his voice rough, and I believed him, really believed him because his eyes didn't lie. He lowered himself, his bare chest brushing mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. My legs parted instinctively, and he settled between them, his weight a solid, grounding thing that made me feel small in the best way.
His lips found my collarbone again, then dipped lower, kissing a path down my chest, and I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Jeremy…" I breathed, the name slipping out like a plea, and he paused, looking up at me with that hungry stare.
"Say it again," he demanded, his hand sliding up my side, cupping me through my bra, his thumb teasing until I squirmed.
"Jeremy," I repeated, louder, and he groaned, crashing his mouth back to mine. The kiss was fire now, all tongue and need, and I matched it, losing myself in the heat.
Jeremy's lips moved lower, a slow, deliberate trail down my chest, and I couldn't catch my breath. His hands followed, sliding over my hips, rough palms against my skin, and I shivered as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. And he tugged them down, slow and teasing, peeling them off my legs and threw them on the floor.
My heart slammed against my ribs, exposed now, every inch of me bare under his gaze, but the way he looked at me, like I was some kind of feast, melted the nerves away.
He kissed lower still, past my stomach, his stubble grazing my skin, sending sparks everywhere he touched. I tensed, not sure what to expect. Preston always rushed, always made it about him.
But Jeremy didn't seem to be in a hurry. His hands gripped my thighs, parting them gently, and then his mouth was on me, hot and sure, and I let out a loud gasp, my head tipping back into the pillows. "Oh God," I choked out, my fingers twisting into the sheets, grasping for something to hold onto as he went down on me.
It was overwhelming, his tongue, his lips, the way he seemed to know my body, like he'd mapped me out in his head already. A moan ripped out of me, raw and unfiltered, and I felt him hum against me, the vibration pushing me higher. My legs trembled, threatening to close, but he held them steady, his grip firm, grounding me even as I unraveled. I'd never felt this, never been this wanted, this devoured.
Jeremy's mouth, worshiped me like I was perfect, not broken.
"Jeremy…" I whimpered, my hands finding his hair, tugging at the dark strands as waves built inside me, fast and fierce. He didn't stop, didn't let up, just pressed closer, his tongue circling until I couldn't think, couldn't breathe.
My back arched off the bed, a cry spilling out, and he held me through it, relentless, drawing every shudder, every gasp until I was a mess beneath him. When it finally crashed over me, I collapsed, panting, my body buzzing like live wire. He kissed his way back up, slow and soft now, lingering on my thighs, my stomach, until his face hovered over mine again.
"You taste better than I imagined," he murmured, his voice rough, lips glistening with my arousal, and those blue eyes locked on me, wild with want. I couldn't speak, just stared, chest heaving, feeling more alive than I ever had.