Page 32 of The Forbidden Texan
While her breathing quickened, her pulse was a drumbeat in her ears. She wanted him with all her being. At the moment she didn’t give a thought about caution or risking her heart. She didn’t care about the future. All she knew was being in Jake’s embrace.
He wrapped his arms around her, looked into her eyes and brushed her lips with his.
Clinging to him, holding him tightly, she moaned softly as she opened her mouth to him, meeting his tongue with her own. Sensations swept her and she thrust her hips against him.
“Jake,” she whispered. His name was all she could manage.
“We’ve been heading here since the day we met. You’re gorgeous, Emily. I want to kiss you, to hold you, to touch you everywhere, to look at you. But I respect what you want. I told you I would get you home whenever you wanted. If you want to stop and go home, you tell me,” he whispered, brushing light kisses on her throat and her ear before raising his head to look into her eyes.
He was giving her a chance to walk away.
“Tonight, I want to be in your arms. I want to kiss you and I want you to kiss me. We have something special between us.”
“Do we ever,” he whispered. He tightened his arms around her, leaned over her and placed his mouth on hers in a hot kiss that consumed her and caused a sizzling response that was a thousand times greater than ever before. She moaned with longing, with desire, wanting his mouth and his hands all over her, wanting his energy and strength funneled to her, wanting to touch and discover him.
She closed her eyes, letting her tongue stroke his, running her fingers in his thick hair.
Breaking the kiss, he straightened, and she opened her eyes to see his heated gaze meet hers as he reached around her and unzipped her dress, pushing her red silk dress off her shoulders while he trailed kisses on her ear and on her throat.
“You were gorgeous tonight. Absolutely beautiful. And I will always remember when you opened the door and I first saw you.” He brushed kisses lower and pushed her dress off her hips and it fell with a swish around her ankles. She stepped out of it as he unfastened her bra and tossed it away. When he cupped her breasts with his warm hands, she gasped with pleasure, closing her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation, letting Jake stroke and caress and kiss her breasts, first one and then the other while he murmured how beautiful she was. She knew she was headed for heartache because this was casual to Jake. Their intimacy would carry no meaning to him, nothing lasting, while to her, every caress was thrilling, each touch was exciting. Even the lightest kiss created a bond. She wanted a sharing of bodies and lovemaking, a union. The difference between them was—she wanted it over a lifetime. She wanted the promises, the vows and the commitment, and he never would.
She had to make love on his terms, or walk away now and never know the fullness of Jake’s passion.
He took her nipple in his mouth and with one suckle she knew her answer.
She placed her hands on both sides of his face, turning him to look into his eyes, and then she pulled his head closer and kissed him with a deliberation that she hoped conveyed all the longing and need in her.
As they kissed, he wrapped her in his arms, picking her up.
Her heart pounded and her body burned with desire. She longed to kiss him from head to toe and discover his marvelous, strong male body. He was in prime shape, obviously, carrying her easily as he went to his bedroom, yanked the duvet off the bed and stood her on her feet.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped as she began to peel away his shirt, then unfastened his trousers.
He jerked off his cummerbund and tossed it. Watching her, he pulled off his boots, socks, then finally his briefs, freeing him. He was aroused, his shaft hard and ready. He had a sprinkling of curly black hair across his chest, and she ran her fingers through the crisp curls and then leaned closer to rub her breasts against him while she stepped out of her high heels and kicked them away. As she peeled off her lacy panties and tossed them, she heard his deep intake of breath.
He held her with his hands splayed on her hips. “You don’t know what you do to me. I want to take all night to touch and kiss every inch of you. I want you with me tonight. I want you with me this weekend.”
Before she could answer, he kissed her, pulling her warm naked body against his. Desire rocked her and she wanted him to make love to her. She wanted him to fill her, to be inside her, to be one with her.
She ran her hands over him. He was all hard muscle, in prime condition, his erection thick and ready for her.
He picked her up, placed her on his bed and knelt beside her to run his hands over her legs so slowly while he trailed kisses on her body. Moving between her legs, he ran the tip of his tongue up the inside of her legs, kissing her behind her knees, moving up, his tongue, wet and warm, trailing along the inside of her thigh as he watched her.
Closing her eyes, she gasped with pleasure, wanting him while she arched her hips. His fingers moved between her legs, to stroke and caress her. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. She gasped and shifted beneath his touch, wanting him while he drove her to want more. Clutching his arms that were rock-hard with muscle, she clung to him, wanting him inside her as he stroked her and coaxed her to the point of no return.
“Jake, I need you,” she cried and sat up, wrapping her arms around him to draw him closer to kiss him.
He slipped his arm around her waist, holding her and kissing her while his other hand played lightly over her, caressing her inner thighs and between her legs.
“I want you to make love to me,” she whispered.
“Don’t rush us,” he answered in a hoarse voice. “Let me make it as good as possible for you.”
She pushed him down on the bed to move over him. “Let me do the same,” she whispered as she straddled him, her tongue teasing his nipples, drifting down over his belly to the inside of his thighs while she wrapped her hand lightly around his thick rod to caress and stroke him.
As she caressed him, he gasped and clenched his fists. She closed her hand lightly around his thick staff again while she ran her tongue over him, stroking him slowly. Her hands played over him as her tongue circled the velvet tip of his manhood.
She took him in her mouth and suddenly he sat up, turning and placing her on the bed and stepping away to open a drawer and get a packet.
