He resumed his gentle caress up and down her back, his fingers tingling from the warmth. “I told you everything would be okay, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did,” Chyna murmured against his chest. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. “Thank you.”
The words were so soft, Jared barely heard them. Or maybe her voice just seemed hushed because he could hardly hear anything past the blood pounding in his ears.
Gazing at him with those brilliant gray eyes that would put Bambi to shame, Chyna slipped her hand up his neck, her fingertips applying gentle pressure at the base of his head. She tilted her face up, and it was all the invitation he needed. Jared lowered his mouth and connected with hers.
The supple give of her soft lips sent a jolt of desire shooting through his body. He glided his hand up her spine to the back of her head, holding her in place while he melded his lips to hers. He couldn’t take a second more of this closed-mouth business. Prying her lips open with his tongue, Jared plunged inside.
Good God, she tasted like heaven.
He swallowed Chyna’s low moan and pulled her tighter, needing to feel her against him. It was no use denying the arousal hardening just beyond his zipper. If she didn’t see how much he wanted her, she damn sure could feel it.