Dog Days of Summer (6 page)

“
Open up, Joci.”

Joci sighed and gave into the feelings she had, opening her mouth, and letting Jeremiah in. He slid his tongue into her mouth and floated around, tasting every part of her mouth. He turned his head so his lips fit perfectly over Joci
’s, wrapping his free arm around Joci’s waist and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him.

Joci raked both her hands into Jeremiah
’s hair and fisted it in her hands. Feeling her hand grip his hair so tightly, knowing she must be feeling what he was feeling, made Jeremiah throb. Joci leaned forward a little more so her breasts were touching his chest. She rubbed back and forth, adding some friction to her breasts. Her nipples were so firm she could feel her heartbeat throb in them.

She needed something to relieve the pressure. She was wet between her legs. She ground her hips against Jeremiah and felt his hardness against her, which caused them both to groan loudly. Jeremiah grabbed her hips in both of his hands, pulled her tight against him and rotated her so she was grinding against him in just that perfect way. Joci
’s breathing was becoming ragged. It had been so long since she had been with a man that she didn’t need much.

“
Joci…I want to be in you so damn bad,” he said in a voice thick with emotion.

Jeremiah wrapped his arms around Joci, leaned forward, and stood up, taking her with him. He skirted the coffee table and started walking to his bedroom. Joci hung on to him, nuzzling his ear as they moved down the hall. She breathed in deeply to smell him. God, he smelled great. She didn
’t have words for his scent. She just knew she wanted it on her. She touched his ear with her tongue. He groaned at the feeling.

“
Hang on, Joci. It’s hard enough walking with a raging hard-on, but with your tongue in my ear, it’s damn near impossible.”

Joci tightened her hold around Jeremiah
’s neck and wrapped her legs around him a little tighter.

As they reached the bedroom, Jeremiah walked in the door and kicked it closed with his boot. He walked over to the bed and gently laid Joci on it. He stood up and looked down at her. God, he was having a hard time believing she was finally here. For ten fucking months
, he had lain in this very bed with his cock hard as a rock, wanting and needing her. Only her.

Jeremiah reached over and unzipped Joci
’s boots, and pulled them off one at a time. He pulled her socks off as well. He looked at her left ankle, where she had a beautiful tattoo. It was a delicate little vine with pretty, delicate flowers on it. The vine trailed around her ankle, down the top of her foot and stopped halfway to her toes. He traced the vine with his fingers and then kissed the little flowers. His voice was husky with arousal.

“
What’s this, Joci?”

Joci watched him trace the tattoo and kiss the flowers. The emotions running through her were tough to process. So many at once. She had known Jeremiah for close to a year now, watching him, working with him, interacting with him. She liked him as a person. And there was no question he was sexy as hell. But, having him touch her, ask her questions about herself and her life, wanting to know about her and now intimately learning about her, this was over-whelming and emotional.

Joci’s chest hitched and her voice cracked. “It’s my family.”

Jeremiah raised his eyebrows in question. Joci swallowed to moisturize her throat.

“We are all bound by a tenuous little vine, which, if not nurtured, can wither and die. The vine is only as strong as the people who take care of it. The flowers are the fruit of that labor of taking care of each other. Each flower is one of the people in my family who help me nurture this vine. The color of the flower is the person’s favorite color.”

Jeremiah touched the little white violet on Joci
’s ankle. He wanted to know who these people were, though he suspected he already knew. But, what if she had Keith or someone else on there that he didn’t want to know about? He had to ask.

“
Who is this?”

“
My mom. Her favorite color was white. Even though she isn’t here anymore, she gave me the base to start with.”

Jeremiah continued around her ankle.

“And this?”

“
That’s Jackie. Her favorite color is orange.”

“
And who loves blue?” he said, touching a blue flower.

“
Gunnar.”

Jeremiah smiled. He knew that one.

“And this, who loves dark blue?”

Joci smiled.

“Dean, my nephew.”

“
And how about yellow?”

“
David likes yellow, though he doesn’t tell many people because they make fun of him. Apparently, guys aren’t supposed to like yellow.”

Joci smiled, remembering the time David told her his favorite color was yellow. He made her promise not to make fun of him. But she had told him her idea of the tattoo and she wanted to make sure she had him correct on it. After all, it was permanent.

“And purple?”

“
My nephew, Jacob.”

“
And this light blue?”

“
My dad.”

Trailing his finger down the vine to the top of Joci
’s foot, there wasn’t a flower there, just a little bud. The bud was surrounded in green. There were cracks in the green bud, but the color had not started peeking out just yet.

“
Why do you just have a bud here and no flower?”

Joci looked into Jeremiah
’s eyes and swallowed a couple of times. Her eyes becoming blurry with the threat of tears. Jeremiah continued to look at her and wait for an answer.

With a voice full of emotion, Joci said,
“That is someone who hasn’t been in my life yet. I saved that spot for the one man who loves me completely, doesn’t let me down, doesn’t betray me, keeps me safe, holds me when I’m sad, shares my happiness with me, and wants me and no others.”

Jeremiah looked at Joci for a very long time. He looked at the spot on the top of her foot that held a place there for the man of her dreams. He wondered what it would look like to have a beautiful gray flower there, because, since he had met Joci, his new favorite color had become gray, like a stormy night, the color of her eyes. Before that, his favorite color had been blue. He kissed the top of her foot before carefully laying her foot on the bed.

He slid his hands up her legs, until he got to the juncture of her thighs, her very core. He massaged over her sensitive tissues through her jeans with his thumbs, watching her face the whole time. Joci closed her eyes and pushed herself into his thumbs, needing more contact. She heard Jeremiah’s breath catch and opened her eyes to look at him. His pupils were dilated and she could see candlelight flickering in them.

“
Lift up for me, Joci.”

Joci sat up and lifted her arms, watching Jeremiah the whole time. As soon as he took her t-shirt off, he gently laid it on the end of the bed, never taking his eyes from hers. Jeremiah looked down at her breasts and hissed a little.

“Jesus, Joci, you’re so beautiful.”

He ran a finger along the edge of her bra, watching her chest rise and fall as she pulled in ragged breaths.

“I want the rest of your clothes off. Stand up and take your jeans off for me.”

His voice was soft, but commanding at the same time. Joci was excited that he told her what he wanted. Sexy, demanding, commanding, and it made her wet…well...wetter.

She scooted to the edge of the bed and slid down the side to her very shaky legs. She hesitated and looked at Jeremiah. He nodded slightly, never taking is eyes from hers. His green eyes had turned darker with desire. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and started to shimmy them down her legs. She chanced a look at Jeremiah again. He was watching her every move.

Slowly, Joci slid her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. He stared at her for a long time
, not saying anything, just looking at her.

“
Take the rest off…slowly.”

Joci
’s lips curved into a small, shaky smile. She was stripping for Jeremiah! Holy crap. She had never, ever stripped for any man. And he was staring at her with complete lust and interest. At least for right now, she could imagine that he wanted her and only her.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. As she stood back up, she slowly slid her hands along her body in a sensuous motion. She heard his breath catch and felt more emboldened. She seductively reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

Jeremiah rubbed himself through his jeans, needing to relieve the pressure that was building with an intensity he had never felt before. His cock was harder than it had ever been. It was painful. Over this past year, as he had thought about Joci, he would get hard and stroke himself off. But standing here with her now, watching her strip—fuck, his cock actually hurt.

Joci watched Jeremiah touch himself and sucked in a breath. God, that was sexy as hell.

She let her bra drop to the floor and took a step closer to him, watching him the whole time. She hesitated a moment, and he took her hand and placed it on his hard length. She rubbed up and down a couple of times. Then she squeezed, just a little. Jeremiah groaned. He thrust his hips forward just a little to add more pressure to her touch.

Joci lifted her hand and started unbuttoning his jeans. Slowly, she slid the zipper down, watching his eyes as she did so. She pushed his jeans down his thighs and let them fall to the floor. She watched his eyes to see if she was doing what he wanted. He seemed to enjoy her undressing him.

Joci pushed his shirt up his body, touching him as she went. God, he was a beautiful man. Hard muscles, ridges and planes, in all the right places. His tight abdomen narrowed to those glorious hips and thighs. She ran her hands up his chest and rubbed across his nipples. She heard a light breath escape and feeling bolder, she leaned forward and lightly licked one pebbled disk. Jeremiah sucked in a breath.

She smiled against his skin and licked him again. When she heard him hiss out a breath, she kissed her way across his chest and licked his other nipple. She sucked the hard little peak in her mouth and at the same time, added pressure with her fingers to the moist little peak she left behind.

Jesus, he never would have dreamed that Joci would be undressing him. To be honest, he would have had a hard time doing it himself anyway. He was so excited.

This…God, this was his wildest fantasy come true. She was undressing him! And the way she looked…he had been dreaming about her for a fucking year, and he hadn
’t even come close to how beautiful she really was. She was gorgeous, beautiful, stunning. He didn’t have enough adjectives to describe how amazing he thought she was. And now, Jesus…she was licking his nipples. Jeremiah groaned, loudly. Joci had pushed his shirt up to his shoulders, but he was quite a bit taller than she was, so he had to help her. He pulled it off his body and tossed it on the bed.

Joci looked up at Jeremiah. He slowly nodded at her, like he was reading her thoughts.

She ran her hands down his body, his hard, broad chest, down the ridges of his abdomen to the waistband of his boxer briefs. She hooked her fingers into his underwear and slowly started sliding them down. As soon as he was freed from the tight confines of his underwear, Joci gasped.

Good lord, she figured he would be well endowed, based on the rest of him, but never in her wildest dreams would she have thought this. She stood there looking at him. His cock seemed to move by itself.

As if reading her mind, Jeremiah said, “I’ll fit, Joci.”

Joci swallowed hard.
Oh, my God.
Jeremiah reached down and grabbed her hand and put it on his very hard, aching cock.

As soon as she touched him, his breathing became erratic, and she groaned. He felt so good, soft, and hard at the same time. She rubbed up and down a few times, slowly, getting a feel of what he liked. Slowly, with her other hand, she reached down and palmed his balls. He felt good in her hands. His hardness was impressive, while the soft
, satiny skin that covered him felt like heaven. As she moved her hands over and around his thick length, it jumped and moved in her hands. He hissed again.

“
God, Joci, you’re going to unman me. You feel so good.”

Joci wanted to taste him. She started to slide down to her knees when Jeremiah sucked in a breath.

“No, Joci. You will suck my cock, but not now. I want you too bad and I won’t last if you put your mouth on me.”

In one swift motion, Jeremiah reached down and grabbed Joci and put her on the bed. He climbed up, hovering over her and kissed her again. His kiss was insistent, impatient, needing to be in her everywhere. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, his lips.

When he needed a breath, he kissed his way down her jaw, her neck, and to her breasts. When his mouth encased one of her breasts, Joci gasped at the feeling of it. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked—hard. Oh, that feeling shot right to her pussy and she thrust her hips upward, seeking something to relieve the need she felt there.

Jeremiah sucked her breast in again, this time a little harder, and Joci pushed forward again. Jeremiah loved that. She liked it a little rough, and he was thrilled. He had been dreaming of this forever, a woman who was his true match.

He sucked in the other breast just as hard as the last one and, at the same time, he pinched the nipple he just left. Joci gasped, at the same time pushing her hips forward and grabbing fists of his hair. Jeremiah kissed his way to her pussy and licked along the seam.

He pushed her legs farther apart and spread her open. He licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top. He circled her clit and did it again. Joci started rocking her hips. Jeremiah held her in place as he continued his sweet, sensual assault. Every nerve in her body was now completely trained on her pussy and his mouth. As his tongue glided along her wet folds of skin, she
was overcome with desire and need. The flames shot down to her pussy and became a raging fire within her. The only things keeping her from combusting were his tongue and his mouth, quenching that fire.

“
Come on my face, Joci, I want to taste you.”

Joci rocked forward a few more times. Jeremiah continued to lick and suck her. He slid a finger into her channel and she let out a cry, it felt so damn
ed good. Just one of his fingers would be able to bring her to orgasm.

She tasted amazing, sweet like honey. He wanted her taste on his tongue every day. Each time he added a little more pressure to her clit, he could feel her getting wetter. Joci groaned and thrust. She was so hot and wet and tight. Never had he dreamed of her feeling like this, tasting like this.

“You taste so good, Joci. I’m going to feed on you every day. Your tight little pussy is sucking my finger in and holding on so tight. My cock is going to feel amazing inside of you. “

His finger continued sliding in and out of her. He hooked his finger so he massaged her
G-spot. Joci began panting and quaking. She couldn’t stop herself. He felt so good. His mouth on her, his finger moving inside of her, her senses were assaulted on every level.

“
Come on, baby. Come for me,” Jeremiah coaxed.

Joci let herself go. She came apart under him, letting her climax take over. The instant she came, he pulled his finger out of her and thrust his tongue inside to taste her. He moaned, sending the vibrations through her body. Joci whimpered at the feeling. Jeremiah continued to lap at her through her orgasm. He lifted her hips a little higher and licked inside of her.

Joci’s body was vibrating. It had been so long since she had had an orgasm like that. No, actually, she had never had an orgasm like that one.