10. Mackenzie #3
“Not a chance.” I shrug out of it and cast it across the room, then kneel up to unfasten my dress.
It has a side zipper, which I unzip, then I tug it over my head.
Jake is watching me so intently that I’m not sure he’s remembering to breathe.
I love when a guy is that obviously fascinated with me.
I also love how Jake catches his breath at the sight of my lingerie.
“Oh, my god,” he says under his breath, like I’m his fantasy come true.
He reaches out to slide a fingertip down the side of my black lace merry widow.
His throat works. “You were sitting there, at dinner, talking about grape vines and ambition, acting as if everything was normal and you were wearing this.”
“My little secret.”
“It’s a good one.”
“I had to guess what you like,” I say as his hand drifts down my side. His appreciation is obvious and that makes me feel like I’m writing this script.
“Black lace,” he whispers, then reaches up to cup my breast. His palm is warm and his thumb slides across my nipple, teasing it to a peak. He watches, then takes a breath before meeting my gaze. “It was teal lace before. Do you prefer colours?”
To tell the truth, I’m surprised he remembers. “I do,” I admit. “And I like to be matchy-matchy.”
“This goes perfectly with the dress,” he says, his fingers sliding under the lace at one hip. “I guess if it was colder, you’d wear stockings, too.” It’s obvious what he wants the answer to be, and I have to love that his right answer is the same as mine.
“Absolutely. I love stockings and garters. I thought about wearing some tonight.”
Jake takes a deep breath. “Something to consider.”
“They make me feel so sexy.”
“This looks sexy,” he says, his gaze trailing over me again.
The corner of his mouth lifts. “But I think that’s because you’re inside.
” His other hand rises to cup my other breast, his thumbs caressing me as I stretch my hands over my head and enjoy.
I’m not someone who needs the spotlight, but it’s really hot to display myself to Jake.
He’s so intent that he’s barely breathing and his hands are pure magic.
Jake swears softly when I gasp and arch my back.
“Come here, Mackenzie,” he growls and I lower myself over him, ensuring that my nipple lands close to his mouth.
He grins and rolls me to my side, his mouth closing over my nipple and his tongue making the magic that I remember so very well.
I roll to my back, letting him get to it, and leisurely undress him as he savors me.
His tie is easy to remove. He moves his shoulders when I push at his jacket, facilitating its removal.
I unbutton his shirt and run my hands over him, pinching his nipples as he grazes mine with his teeth.
He catches my nipple between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it, tormenting me in the most wonderful way possible.
I unfasten his belt and his pants, sliding one hand down the front to caress him and using the other to push his trousers over his butt.
He rolls away abruptly and strips down to nothing in record time, flinging his socks away before he dives back onto the bed again.
“Never get caught in just socks,” he murmurs, pulling me beneath him with purpose.
“Is this the Jake Cavendish rule for sex?”
“Not the only one, but it’s important.”
I watch as he opens the condom, recognizing another of his rules. He’s never without protection. “Not dignified?”
“Not sexy.” He kisses me fiercely. “And in a moment like this, I want to be as sexy as is humanly possible.”
“You’re doing pretty well.”
“You’ve set the bar high,” he says, then shakes his head.
“But I’m willing to work for it.” His hands fit around my waist, then he eases my panties down, his hands feeling like sin on my skin.
He slides down the length of me and I part my legs, knowing his destination.
I can’t wait for him to feast on me again.
It was phenomenal the first time and I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.
Jake leans down and trails kisses from my mouth to my breast, to the other breast, then down to my navel.
He makes a little growl of satisfaction, then closes his mouth over me with possessive heat.
I moan when I feel the flick of his tongue and stretch out, trusting him to deliver brilliantly, one more time.
I wouldn’t have believed it possible, since Jake blew my mind that first night, but this time is even better. Our lovemaking seems more intuitive and more affectionate – but maybe that’s just me.
That sorcery happens again when he eases inside me.
He feels right and I catch my breath, then he makes that little purr.
I open my eyes to find him close, his eyes as dark as the ocean.
My throat is tight. I feel both exposed and in a safe haven.
He studies me as if he gets it and I watch his throat move.
“Hi,” he says softly and tears prick at my eyes at the intensity of the moment.
“Hi,” I reply just as softly and watch his gaze fall to my mouth.
“Okay?” he murmurs.
“Better than that.”
“Good.” He bends and touches his lips to the corner of my mouth, as gently as a butterfly. I feel his breath on my lips as he moves to kiss the other corner, then his lashes sweep up and I could drown in his eyes. The connection between us is so potent that all I can do is mutely shake my head.
He nods silent agreement, then captures my mouth beneath his.
And when he moves, I’m almost overwhelmed at the sweet intensity of my reaction.
I catch my breath and Jake smiles, his gaze snaring mine once more.
He watches me as he moves, ensuring that he gives me as much pleasure as possible.
He’s not imagining anyone else. He’s not lost in his own pleasure.
He’s watching me, thinking about me, intent upon pleasing me.
And he likes when he succeeds.