Chapter 28
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“ S parky,” I whisper before leaning down to kiss her.
Pressing her into the kitchen counter, I deepen the kiss, savoring the way her lips respond to mine.
Her blue eyes are hungry, filled with something I want to see more of.
I tug the scrunchie from her bun, letting her hair fall around her face.
My fingers trail down her arms, lingering at her wrists.
I briefly consider wrapping the scrunchie around them.
Later.
For now, I set it on the counter and slide my hands under her tank top.
“Touch you like this?” I tease, my fingers grazing her skin.
“No.”
I smirk as my hands move higher, cupping her breasts.
My thumbs brush over the cloth bra, feeling her hard nipples.
“Like this?”
“Maybe.”
I chuckle, lowering my lips to her neck, placing deliberate kisses along the sensitive skin.
She sharply inhales as her body arches toward mine.
“Like this?” I murmur against her throat.
She hums, both pleased and frustrated.
I love that sound.
“Oh,” I tease, trailing my fingers lower.
“You want me to touch you like this.”
When my hand slips beneath her shorts and underwear, she exhales ragged, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“You’re perfect,” escapes my lips, but I mean it.
She shakes her head, but I don’t let her argue, silencing her with a deep kiss.
My fingers move in slow circles on her clit, drawing out soft whimpers that only make me want more.
“You are perfect. Look how good you’re doing with the eye contact,” I praise, then kiss her deep.
“It’s not as terrible as I would have thought,” she breathes out.
“You like it.”
She nods, her cheeks flushed, and I can’t wait anymore.
“I think you might like something else.”
Dropping to my knees, I slide her shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion.
A breathless laugh escapes her, and I lift one of her legs over my shoulder.
Looking up at her, I see nothing but anticipation.
I stick out my tongue, teasing, waiting for her approval.
She smiles, nodding.
The moment I make contact, her head tilts back with a sharp exhale.
“Eyes,” I command, pulling back just enough to remind her.
She laughs softly, but when her blue eyes meet mine again, I see the need and get to work.
I’m completely lost in her.
I want everything she’ll give me.
I want every sound, every reaction, every part of her.
My tongue moves in slow circles as she grips my hair, her fingers tightening with every movement.
“Fuck,” she cries out.
I want to draw this out, to see how many times I can make her come, but she needs to eat dinner.
This time, we’ll be fast.
Later, I’ll take my time.
My fingers slide inside her, curling just right, and she gasps.
“Oh my God,” she pants.
I tighten my grip on her thigh, anchoring her against me as her body tenses and squirms.
I love hearing her breath come in short, shaky bursts.
“Jake,” she whimpers, her lids fluttering as she spirals closer.
I watch, completely captivated, until she shatters.
I love that she held eye contact as she came.
After a final lick, I lower her leg and gently pull her shorts and underwear back up, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.
“I want to do a lot more of that after dinner.”
She smirks, eyes still hazy, and I kiss her again.
“Take your drink,” I say, brushing my thumb along her cheek, “and recover on the couch.”