Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It by Micetta Read Free Book Online

skin. Oh, God help her. That felt so good. A strange, jungle cat sound purred in the back of her throat, shocking them both. Jake’s hands tightened, and she felt the shudder that shot straight through him.
    “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?”
    Something like a sob, or maybe a wail, whimpered from her throat. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to sink to the floor in embarrassment or grab his hands and hold them to her tighter. Then he leaned down, nuzzling the side of her neck, and asked, “Do you want more?”
    “Yes, please.”
    She felt his smile against her skin, his warm breath sending a shiver through her increasingly heavy limbs. It was almost like floating, this feeling, and yet she was anchored in place, unwilling to move and miss so much as a second of it. His hands shifted so that his palms cupped the tender undersides, testing their weight. “Mmm,” she moaned, thinking that felt heavenly. Then his thumbs flicked over her rigid nipples and a sharp cry burst from her throat. “Oh, God.”
    “I agree,” he groaned, grasping the hard, pink tips and twisting with his fingertips, using just enough  pressure to make her gasp. He opened his mouth against the side of her neck and flicked his tongue  against her dewy skin, growling from the taste of her. Damn, he wanted to do so many fucking  things—everything to this woman, but he already felt on the verge of losing it and all he’d done was  touch her beautiful, precious breasts.
    For a split second, Jake considered shoving her back on the bed and starting their marathon night of fucking right now, this very second. God only knew his cock was ready, pounding against the fly of his pants the way it was, begging to be let out to play, but his heart knew this needed to be done right. He’d

    promised her dinner and answers, and he was going to give them to her even if it killed him to have to
    wait. And it just might.
    Obviously, the first priority was to get her covered up again, or they’d never even make it out of the room. What had he been thinking, torturing himself with this little peek at paradise? Huh! He’d been thinking with the wrong head, that’s what, and now he was just going to have to force himself to stop copping the best damn feel of his life and cover the woman back up. A turtleneck would’ve been handy, considering his maddening state of lust, but he made do with what was available. Cursing beneath his breath, Jake fumbled with the clasp of her bra. As soon as it clicked back into place, he grabbed blindly at the clothes he’d seen lying on the bed behind her.
    “Here,” he grunted, pulling back from her enough to look at what he held in his hands. “We need to
    get you dressed or I’m gonna be crammed deep before you even know what hit you.”
    Sensing the urgency in his words, Taylor grabbed at her top and quickly pulled it over her head, while  Jake struggled to keep his eyes away from the smooth expanse of her pale belly and the delectable little patch of lace barely concealing the dark curls between her legs. He tried, but failed miserably, leaning back to get a clearer view of the neat little triangle barely visible through the blue lace. His nostrils flared. He could smell the warm, subtle scent of her cunt, like cinnamon and vanilla, and any second now his face was going to be shoved right there, his tongue searching for her flavor, but then she bent over to pull on her skirt.
    All he could think about was pulling it right back off of her.
    When she straightened again, completely dressed but for her narrow feet, he cursed some more beneath his breath, then not so beneath his breath as he muttered, “What the fuck is that?”
    Taylor noted his narrowed glare, wondering what the problem was. “This? It’s just something I picked up for tonight. I drove over to the mall today and bought it.”
    He looked—stunned. Pained, even. Taylor looked down at herself, but couldn’t figure it out. The dark blue