Chapter Thirty-Four
Emily
The moment I’m settled into the leather cushions, I question my sanity. Unlike Ruby Port and Jolie’s Triple Chocolate Cake, Jake and I don’t go together.
Tonight. He said tonight. Fun. Tonight. But can I live with one night? The ramifications are significant. I’ve not gotten over him in four years, and that was without ever kissing him.
What happens if we do more than that? How long will it take until I wake up without his image in my brain and an ache in my chest? Four more years? Five? Never?
This may be something he does without giving a second thought. But for me, this is life changing.
He steps out of the kitchen with two glasses of wine in one hand and a platter of cake in the other. He’s gorgeous. Messed up hair from running his hands through it. Five o’clock shadow. Tight T-shirt. Thigh muscles that shift under his shorts with each step toward me.
His eyes meet mine, and my stomach drops. It’s too late. It doesn’t matter if we don’t do anything else. I’m lost in him. Totally lost.
I swallow over the dryness in my throat as he smiles at me and says, “Your dessert awaits.”
God, yes, he does. I lick my lips, and his steps falter, causing the dark red liquid to slide up and back down into the glass.
“You’d better be careful.” His voice is a low rumble. “Or you’ll never taste the cake.”
“That would be a pity.” He takes a step closer, and suddenly, none of it matters. If this is all the time I get, I want it. “Thankfully, I had some the other day.” I lick my lips again and straighten my shoulders. “So, I’m craving something else completely.”
He stops in the middle of the floor, heat flaring in his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I rise to my feet and walk toward him. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
“Right.” His attention jerks down to the items in his hand. “Let me get rid of these.” He deposits them on the coffee table and is on me in a second.
His arms close around me, one hand jamming into my hair, destroying my ponytail, while the other slides up and down my back. “You’re right.” He lowers his head, skimming his lips along my jaw. “This is much better than cake and wine.”
I arch my neck, giving him better access to my sensitive skin as his lips trail down the column of my neck.
“Jesus, Em.” His voice is raw with need. “You taste like heaven.”
I grab his face and stare into his eyes. “Kiss me.”
“My pleasure.” The serious expression on his features makes butterflies dance in my belly. Is this real?
He slowly lowers his mouth without breaking eye contact. This feels like more than a random hookup. I’ve had those before. They were fast. In the dark. Awkward. Hurried. They weren’t…. This.
His mouth grazes mine, and all I can do is moan in response, arching into him and wrapping my arms around his neck. More. I want more. I need more.
I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he kisses me with a hunger that steals the breath from my lungs.
Fuck. I’m still in my stupid polyester pants and work shirt. How in the hell can he think this is sexy?
His hands drag down my body before yanking on the hem of my shirt. Why didn’t I change before I left the station? I’m wearing the most unflattering outfit in history. Heat flares across my cheeks with embarrassment.
I shiver as his fingertips tease along my abdomen and stroke their way toward my breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He peppers kisses along my neck while lifting my shirt.
Before I can refute his claim, my shirt is over my head and tossed onto the floor. “Damn, Em….” The expression of pure, raw obsession makes my mouth dry. “You’re perfect.” His gaze travels up and down my body like a caress.
“Are you kidding? I have on polyester pants–”
“And no one could ever pull it off like you do, so I don’t want to hear another thing about what you’re wearing, or how you look. Because all I see is you.”
“Right now?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “In my future.”
He can’t be serious. He-
His thumbs brush over my purple bra, drawing the material away and exposing the pebbled tips of my nipples.
“I could eat you alive and never get full.” His tongue flicks over one nipple before going to the other.
As he sucks one taut nub, he caresses the other with his calloused palm. It feels amazing. Everything he does feels like his touch was meant for me. I’ve had other guys play with my breasts, but it was more of a tug, squeeze, and off to the races. Their races. Not mine.
Molten heat flows to my sex, causing it to swell and desire to pool against my thong string. I grasp the edge of his shirt and rip it upward, exposing the eagle tattoo on his abdomen. The one I saw that night in my mother’s kitchen. It makes him look sexy as hell.
The light peppering of dark hair trails below the band of his shorts, where his hard cock is barely concealed by the fabric.
Okay. He wants me. That’s not a question that needs answered. His lips pucker around my nipple as he sucks while twisting the other tip between his thumb and finger. The feeling goes straight to my clit, causing it to twitch in response.
“Oh,” I whimper against my will before biting my lips together.
“Don’t stop,” he growls against my skin. “I want to hear how much you like it because this is all about you. Your pleasure.”
My head spins. Is he for real? He doesn’t want me on my knees and then on my back? In that order? And nothing else in between?
But it’s Jake who drops to his knees. From his kneeling position, he unfastens my belt and then my pants, drawing the material down my legs. He shakes his head. “You’re going to kill me, but what a fucking way to go.”
My heart pounds so hard that I can’t understand how his neighbors can’t hear it. Once my shoes, socks, and pants join my shirt, he positions my legs apart and runs his tongue along the inside of my thighs.
“Perfect.”
The higher he goes, the harder my legs shake until I have to grip his shoulders to keep from falling on my ass. I gasp as his tongue slides along the seam of my panties. And for some reason, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
“You’re so wet. Dripping through your panties. Begging for my mouth to be on you.” His breath is hot against my flesh. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He grips my hips and without removing my panties, he feasts on my sex, lapping, sucking, and nipping at my flesh. And somehow, the added barrier makes everything more intense. Forbidden. Carnal, Dirty. Hot.
“This feels….” The words slip from my head as his hand trails up my leg, making the walls of my sex clench. Holy hell.
He glances up at me with swollen lips. “Is this what you want? Me on my knees? Tasting you? Teasing you?”
“God, yes,” I whimper, digging my nails into his skin.
“Good.” The low rumble of his chuckle sends a delicious zing along my spine.
When his hand cups my pussy, I moan in anticipation. I want his hands everywhere. His fingers. His tongue. His mouth. I want it all.
And he gives it to me with his fingers stroking my pussy through the fabric, grinding his palm against my clit, and flicking my aching tightness so fast I close my eyes to keep the room from spinning.
Faster and slower. Harder and softer. Deeper and then withdrawing. I’m going to come. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as every calculated move takes me closer to release.
“Oh, my God.” Stars fill my eyes. This can’t happen. Not so fast. Not…
“So fucking wet.” He leans up, clasps his lips around my clit, slips his hand under my panties, and slides two fingers into my heat.
“Oh!!!!” I moan so loud my voice cracks. This can’t be happening. I’ve never come from having sex. My entire body quakes. Granted, no one ever tried to give me an orgasm, so there’s that.
“Tight, fucking pussy.” He curls his fingers, striking against my pulsating walls and tugs my clit between his lips while feverously flicking his tongue along the side of my throbbing nub.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” My eyes fly open as spasm racks my body.
He lets go for a second while still pumping in and out of my pussy and stares into my eyes. “That’s it. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.”
And then he doubles down. On everything. Lips. Tongue. Fingers.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Tears fill my eyes as my entire body jerks and quakes in orgasm. I gasp for air as sweat drips down my neck. This doesn’t happen to me.
“That’s it, Baby.” He slows his strokes while kissing and nipping at my clit, abdomen, and thighs.
When he glances up, he smiles. “Don’t ever lose that look when you look at me.” He rises to his feet and slams his mouth over mine. Our tongues clash as the taste of my sex fills my mouth.
Fuck chocolate cake and wine. This is the best dessert imaginable.