occasionally mutter out a word like “baby” or “so good.”
Her climax was building quickly, and she
dug her fingernails into Jake’s shirt with a loud sob of pleasure when the
pressure finally broke.
He was right after her, letting out a
long groan as his body tightened hard and then released in lingering shudders.
She’d barely come down enough to see his
expression as he came, but through the blur she recognized the pleasure and
relief twisting on his face. It did something powerful to her heart. As
powerful as what had just happened to her body.
“Oh God,” she gasped, slightly hoarse.
She couldn’t believe she’d let go so much.
She never let go that way.
A wave of both pleasure and
embarrassment washed over her as she buried her face in his shoulder.
What the hell had just happened here?
Jake was even hotter than ever, and he
was just as breathless as she was. He held her tightly with both arms for a
moment before he released her.
“I’ve got to get the condom, baby,” he
murmured into her hair.
She pulled herself together enough to
unwrap her legs and arms from him, although it left her feeling limp and shaky.
He gently extracted himself from her body, and then he limped to the bathroom
to dispose of the condom.
She knew his knee had been bothering
him.
She felt awkward, confused, and
terrified at the same time. She didn’t know what was going on. It had all
happened so fast. And it had inevitably changed things between them.
She didn’t trust her legs to support
her, so she went to sit on the edge of the bed. She was tying her robe closed
again when Jake returned from the bathroom.
He still wore his clothes—wrinkled dress
shirt and the trousers from his suit. His dark hair was hopelessly tousled, and
he had a heavy five-o’clock shadow that made him look even sexier than normal.
He also had a deliciously warm and
relaxed look about him that she really liked.
“Why are you closing your robe?” he
asked, coming over to join her at the bed.
“Because I’m not in the habit of going
around naked.”
He gave her an unexpectedly rakish grin.
“I think you should change your habits, then.”
She was intensely relieved at his mood,
since it sounded like what had just happened wouldn’t just be a random fluke
that would leave things inescapably broken between them. “I don’t think I’ll
ever be in the habit of going around naked,” she told him, her breathing
picking up as he slowly pushed her down onto her back and untied her robe again.
His eyes were hot and possessive as he
gently moved the fabric aside to reveal her bare flesh. “That would be a real
shame.”
He gazed at her for a long time, until
she shifted slightly with self-consciousness. “Okay,” she said at last. “I
think you’ve seen what there is to see.”
His gray eyes flickered up to her face.
“I haven’t seen nearly enough of you.”
But he did bend down then and kiss his
way from her collarbone to one of her nipples, where he flicked his tongue,
teasing her until she made a helpless sound of pleasure.
He smiled. “I like that you’re loud.”
She sucked in an indignant breath,
flushing hotly. “I’m not loud.”
With a low chuckle, he gave her nipple a
little nip, and she cried out in response before she could stop herself.
“I’m not that loud,” she insisted, when
she saw the amused vindication in his expression.
“It wasn’t an insult,” he said, still
looking both fond and amused. “I just said I liked it. You’re normally so quiet
and composed. I love that I can make you completely let go. It’s intoxicating.”
As he spoke, he fondled her breasts, his eyes never leaving her face.
She arched up into his touch but managed
to say with a degree of lucidity, “Still, I’m not that loud.”
The truth was, she’d never been
particularly loud in sex at all.
But she’d also never had sex with Jake
before either.
Everything was different with him.
He spent a long time
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