I gasped against his mouth and he devoured my lips, his thumb working over my core until I was moaning deeply.
“I need more,” he murmured, moving down my body, tightening every nerve he’d just unraveled. But when his mouth closed over me, it was too much, and I rode the pleasure.
He moved back up as he picked me up, my hands clutching at the solidity of his shoulders. Every moment from then on moved at a luxurious pace, my whole world sliding wholeheartedly and without resistance into the sensations of heat, wonder and Jake.
His scratchy cheek, the heavy muscles beneath my hands, his hips, ripped abs, the heaviness and silky heat of his sex drove me wild every time he kissed me—he tasted so male, so good, but even with him taking his time to explore every nuance of my response, I came so quickly again, in a small torrent of cries, more than half of which were his name.
“Jake…Jake—oh my, God, Jake.”
His hands tangled in my hair, tightening just short of pain, my body pulsing with the pleasure he’d given me, his name on my lips, everything about him hard and hot and so ready.
He pressed me back, my leg flush against his chest and shoulder as he pressed into me.
I closed my eyes and when I raised my lashes to look into those silvery blue eyes glazed with passion, a slow grin curved his mouth.
“A sweet angle,” he whispered against my lips, slowly moving in and out of me, loving the mind-bending sensation of having him inside me.
He was so big, so solid—so hot and dangerous.
“So, good,” I said, his hair mussed, only adding to his sexiness.
“Are you okay?” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm,” was all I could say.
Still holding my gaze, he pulled partway out and slid up into me again. This was unexpected, this kind of bone-melting heat. I kissed him and opened my mouth on his neck, grazing him with my teeth as he thrust into me again. His skin was salty, damp, the taste of him melting on my tongue. He rocked into me, over and over, and I tightened my leg around his waist, my hands sliding through his hair, holding him to me…holding him. A soft gasp escaped from deep in his throat, and the sound sent heat sliding down through me.
When he released my other leg, I locked him in place and between one breath and the next, I slid into a fever dream—so hot, his mouth, wild on mine, his hips pumping toward me, moving with him, taking him to an edge I’d always wanted to take him. The heat between my legs spread, becoming more intense, pushing him on, into me. The rhythm was mesmerizing, sweet sex all the way harder and faster, until he arched against me, crying out and everything inside him released, every ounce of him pouring into me, wave after wave of the hottest, sweetest pleasure.
Crimeny. He gave himself up to it completely, the sweat of our bodies, the male scent of him infusing my senses, filling me, dragging me under into him—only him.
***
The room was bathed in a melted red and gold as the sun rose over the bayou. The air coming through the open window was fresh and cool and the scent of wildflowers and my soap mingled in the quiet house. Outside the chorus of bird calls intensified as the day brightened.
I opened my heavy lids to the watery sunlight and…Jake.
Achingly handsome, scary smart, complex, downright dangerous to the senses…Jake Sutton.
Trying to shake off the last dregs of sleep, I stared at his face so close to mine, his body hard and warm snuggled close to me, as if in sleep he needed me against him. His breathing was even and deep, the rise and fall of his chest his only movement.
I absorbed the feel of him and the rhythm of his breathing for a moment in awe that only a couple weeks ago he seemed so far out of my reach. I could see it when I’d found him last night. Foundations were broken and it had to do with Chase and his family. I didn’t know what I could do to help him, but there was no way I was going to let him go through this alone, a fierce protectiveness unfolded in me as he shifted his head.
The sheet slipped off his smooth shoulder, the muscles of his biceps rounded, even in sleep. The brightening light fell across his neck spilling over his broad chest, suffusing his deeply tanned skin in a luster of bronze. The strong angle of his jaw was accentuated by a stubble of burnished beard, the skin across his cheekbones drawn smooth. This man was still golden, but he was no boy.
I lifted his arm and eased away from him. He made a soft, sexy noise and as soon as I moved, rolled over onto his stomach. The faint red tracks on his upper back just behind his shoulder were my passion marks in his skin. Memories swarming in and making me go weak inside.
I walked naked to the bathroom and took a shower, leaving my hair towel dried so I wouldn’t wake Jake with the sound of my blow dryer. In the kitchen I phoned Jordan.
“I’m going to be out for the morning. Can you cover for me?”
“What? Are you sick. I can be there in a flash with some chicken soup before I open the shop.”
“No, I’m not sick.”
“Oh my God. He’s there, right? I want every detail when you get here.”
“Jordan,” I said. “I don’t kiss and tell. It’s complicated.”
