Page 25 of One Wild Texas Night
She had made her commitment and now savored his kiss. He took her breath away with his handsome looks, and now his touch made her desperate for so much more of him.
“You’re gorgeous. So incredibly sexy to me. I want you, darlin’. I want you with all my being,” he said in a gruff whisper. “I want to know every beautiful inch of you,” he said, his voice growing huskier as he sheathed himself.
Even though she didn’t believe that she was that fascinating to him, his words thrilled her. “Jake, I want you, too,” she said, her gaze raking over his powerful body, his stiff erection. “I want you inside me now.”
She reached up to lock her hands behind his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He moved over her and lowered himself carefully, a weight she welcomed while she ran her hands over his back, down across his trim, firm butt.
His body was muscular, powerful and so totally masculine that she became oblivious to everything except his kisses, their tongues touching. Desire built, filling her, making her want him with a desperation she hadn’t known before. He must have sensed how close she was, because he moved between her thighs and slid his broad hands beneath her to raise her hips to give him more access.
“Jake.”
As she clung to him, she arched her back, raising up to meet him as he entered her. Finally. She nearly cried out with pleasure and need.
His strokes were slow, light, meant to build tension, not offer release. As he moved over her, his gaze raked her.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Her heart pounded with excitement, with a blinding need to achieve climax. His manhood was thick, filling her, and she spread her legs wider.
“Claire,” he whispered. “I want to make it last.”
She moaned as he thrust inside her again, slow and deep. She didn’t know how much longer she could take what his body was doing to hers.
“Put your legs around me,” he whispered in her ear, and she did, running her hand over his smooth back as he withdrew slowly and entered her again.
“Jake,” she cried, arching her hips, holding him tightly, wanting him deep inside, moving with her.
He took his time now, withdrawing, then filling her until she was arching against him, crying out for him. Then he finally began to pump faster, and she moved with him. They rocked together, hard and fast, while he tried to keep control, to pleasure her as long as he could.
She thrust beneath him, matching his rhythm, clinging to him and arching against him as desire overwhelmed her.
“Jake!” she cried, holding him tightly as he gave one final thrust that carried her to a peak and gave her sweet release.
Clutching him, moving her hips against him, she cried out in ecstasy while he pumped wildly, reaching his climax.
They both sank onto the bed. He held her tightly in his embrace while they gasped for breath. He turned his head to shower light kisses on her face.
“That,” he whispered, “was the best. The absolute best.”
She barely heard his words as she held him and tried to catch her breath. He had been everything she thought he would be. Her orgasm had been longer, hotter, better than ever before. But Jake had surprised her. As they lay together, he stayed hard, and before her heartbeat could slow down, he started pumping again and she reached the second climax, crying out with passion. She collapsed in his arms, held tightly while they both gulped for breath. As they began breathing quietly, she turned her head to kiss his cheek lightly, his stubby whiskers tickling her lips.
“I can’t move,” she whispered.
“I think that’s my line,” he said. He turned to look at her, kissing her forehead, the corner of her mouth, her ear. “You’re fantastic.” He moved to pull out of her, but she stopped him.
“Ahh, Jake. Just hold me close. I can hear your heart beating. I want you to stay with me.”
“I’m with you. Ah, darlin’. I can’t move. My bones melted.”
She smiled. “I hope so. I wanted it to be good for you, because it was fantastic for me. Now, just hold me close. I don’t want to move.”
“I don’t want you to move. This is perfect,” he said, sounding content. She felt cherished, important to him, held against his warm body that was damp with sweat.
No matter what lay ahead, she would never regret making love with him, because he was the best possible lover. And how much had she fallen in love with him because of that? She couldn’t answer her own question.
She was held tightly in his arms, their heartbeats and breathing returning to normal while she still tingled all over. She had been right in every way in thinking about what it would be like to have Jake make love to her. He was the consummate lover, fabulous, carrying her out of this world. Each climax had been earth-shattering.
She’d had lovers before in her life—only two, because she had met few men that really tempted her. Jake’s kisses had been the sexiest ever, melting her resistance, and her climax had been paradise. She couldn’t answer her own question, but she suspected when she shared her body, she’d given him part of her heart. She might be a little bit in love with him, and she would just have to live with that and hope she could get over it, because she had no illusions about his feelings.
