Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Jake
I try to be gentle. Try to remind myself she’s had a minor head injury, possibly a concussion. I remind myself we’re still strangers, despite my heart—fuck, my very soul—feeling like I know her on a level more profound than any I’ve experienced.
I frame her face in my palms like she’s the most delicate thing in the world.
I taste her lips in soft kisses of unending need, barely touching my tongue to hers, catching her breath as it mingles with mine.
The wild savagery of our previous kiss taunts me, turning my blood to molten lust, demanding I take her now, pleasure her.
But I need to be gentle. I need—
She pulls her head back, her breasts—crushed to my chest—heaving.
“Jake,” she whispers, eyes glinting as she tiptoes her fingers into my hair and balls her hands into fists.
“I am yours. My body is yours. I’m aching with how much I want you, and I’m not made of glass, and I’m not going to pass out.
” She rolls her hips, pressing the soft curve of her sex to my rock-hard cock. “Do you understand?”
With a groan that’s more animalistic than any sound I’ve ever made, I reach down and grab her arse and haul her off her feet. “Fucking oath, I do.”
She locks her thighs around my waist, her hands tighter in my hair, and lets out a hitching whimper. “Now we’re talking.”
I crush her mouth with mine, surrendering to my raw lust and possessive need for her. Unleashing it.
I carry her into my bedroom, lay her on the end of the bed, and stand between her spread, bent knees. She stares up at me, face flushed, lips parted.
“Are you sure?” I ask, the question a growl. My cock is so hard I’m in agony.
In answer, she pops the button of her cargo shorts and lowers the zipper.
I almost erupt at the teasing hint of her smooth, creamy flesh below her navel. I’m going to brand its flawless perfection with my mouth. I’m going to mark her mine.
“Don’t move,” I order before striding out to the kitchen and turning off the oven. Cannellini can wait.
Returning to my bedroom, my cock throbs at the sight of her waiting for me on my bed.
“Good girl,” I murmur, smoothing my hand under the back of one of her calves to lift her leg.
Her flexibility ignites hot lust in my groin, and I grind my teeth, my control fraying as I remove her hiking boot and sock. “Say, fuck me now, Jake Conroy.”
She arches her back to thrust her breasts upward. “Fuck me now, Jake Conroy.”
I lower her leg to the bed and lift her other one to removing her other boot and sock. “Say, I want you to make me come so hard everyone in the entire Blue Mountains will hear me scream your name.”
A hitching whimper falls from her, and she slips the fingers of one hand into the V of her open shorts. “I want you to make me come so hard everyone in the entire Blue Mountains will hear me scream your name,” she rasps. “Now. Hurry. Now.”
Releasing her leg, I hook my fingers into her shorts and yank them down her thighs, taking her panties with them.
She gasps. I devour with my eyes what I’ve exposed—trimmed dark curls and a glistening pussy so perfect my mouth fills with saliva.
Body on fire, I shove her legs wide with my knees, smooth my hands up the inside of her thighs, and dip a thumb into her wetness.
“Oh God, Jake,” she moans, arching again, cupping one of her breasts as she parts her glistening slit with her fingers, revealing the perfect nub of her clit to me. “Suck it. Bite it.”
I do just that. And the second the salty sweetness of her juices coats my tongue, I’m fucking lost. I fuck her with my mouth, worshipping her clit with my teeth and tongue, delving into her heat until her hands fist in my hair, and she slams her hips upward, coming all over my face.
I lap at her release, feasting on it and her wet flesh, and then drag my mouth up over her hip, to the smoothness of her lower belly. I brand her with a sucking kiss, and she bucks her hips upward again, crying my name.
The raw need in her voice turns my cock to a pole of agony. I need to impale her on it. Soon. Before I lose my mind.
Rising up onto my knees between her spread legs, I stare down at her. “I suggest you remove this now,” I say, stroking a finger down the line of buttons of her loose cotton shirt. “Before I rip it off you. I want to suck on your incredible tits. Now.”
She levers herself up onto her elbows. “I’ve always wanted someone to want me so much they rip the clothes from my body.”
“Ah, my little dragonfly,” I growl, planting my hands on either side of her and bringing my lips within a breath of hers. “I want you so fucking much I’m barely in control of myself.”
She skims her fingers along my jaw and down my chest to the bulge of my trapped erection. Holding my stare, she cups my cock and gives it a gentle squeeze. I groan and crush her lips with mine in a kiss I know is borderline savage.
Pulling back, I meet her gaze again.
“Why control yourself?” she whispers.
I suck in a slow breath. “I’m terrified I’m going to scare you away.”
She gazes at me for a long moment, one heartbeat, two, and then shakes her head. “I’m not going anywhere, Jake. I’m yours.”
Body burning, I tear her shirt open.
Buttons fly. A soft gasp escapes her, dissolving into a moan as I claim ownership of one of her incredible tits, sucking her hard nipple through the pink lace of her bra.
She claws at my scalp and arches her spine, holding my head to her breast. “Oh yes,” she pants as I move to her other nipple, sucking harder, teasing the puckered point with my tongue. “God, yes.”
Sucking and nipping, I slip my hand between her thighs and sink two fingers into her pussy. She’s so tight and wet and hot, and my head swims with impatient need.
Fresh pleasure leaks from her. Slipping my fingers free, I shove myself off the bed and lick them clean. She watches me, breath ragged.
“Take off your bra,” I instruct, reaching for my fly.
She does, and utter lust tears through me at the sight of this beautiful woman naked and spread out before me. My woman.
I remove my clothes, and she drops her stare to my jutting cock. “Holy fuck,” she whispers, licking her lips. “You’re huge.”
“It’s all for you, dragonfly,” I state, returning to my place between her thighs as my cock twitches. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I haven’t. And that’s significant. It’s as if my heart and soul have found my reason for being alive. I’ve found my truth. And it’s her.
Swallowing, I skim one hand up the length of her side, brushing my thumb over her exquisite nipple as I lower myself down to her. “Waverly...” I murmur, my cock nudging her opening. Parting her lips. Dipping into her heat. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
She smooths her hands over my ribs and up around my neck, threading her fingers into my hair. “I’m protected,” she whispers. “IUD. And I trust you. In my very heart, I trust you.”
“I think I fucking love you.” The impossible words fall from me on a breath as I slowly, slowly sink my entire length into her.
She arches, rolling her hips into my thrust, and I surrender myself to the concentrated perfection of her body.
When she comes, I come with her, our cries in harmony, our bodies in sync.
And when she falls asleep tucked into my body like she was created to be there, I press my face to the back of her neck and wonder how the hell I could fall in love so fast.
And what do I do about it now?