12. Jake #2
“And maybe that’s part of why I told you my fantasies and why I haven’t done this with anyone else. But most of all, I told you because I knew I could trust you.”
That got my attention and then some. “How?”
“Because Lily trusted you,” she said, her tone intensely serious.
I ran my hand along her hipbone. “She did. And with good reason.” I took a beat, wanting to ask something important. “Does it bother you knowing what went down?”
She shot me a grin. “You mean the fact that you’ve been with my best friend? Well, you were the back half of a manwich.”
I cracked up at the blunt way she put it. That was precisely what I’d done for Lily. The laugh spread through me, settling into my gut, my bones. Kate chuckled deeply too, her shoulders shaking.
But when we both settled down, I returned to the topic. “Does it bother you?” There was no reason to skirt around the truth. Kate had played a critical role in engineering Lily’s ultimate bedroom fantasy—Lily wanted two men to take her at the same time, both men pleasuring her and only her.
She and Finn, now her husband, had asked me to do the honors.
It had indeed been an honor.
And a hot-as-sin night, taking care of Lily and satisfying her dirty dreams at the same time.
“No,” Kate answered. Far from awkward, she seemed relieved I’d asked the question.
“I like it, actually. It says something about you. It says you’re trustworthy.
It says you value the kind of love Lily and Finn have.
It says you understand fantasies and desires, and you respect them.
It’s far too easy to assume fantasies are just about sex. ”
I scoffed. “Fantasies are about much more. It’s about this.” I tapped her forehead. “It’s about who you are.”
“Exactly,” she said, alight with energy and animated. “And that’s why I told you what I wanted tonight. That’s why I wanted to try this out with you. Only you.”
Only you.
Were there any better words than those?
Not at this moment.
Not between a man and a woman in the bedroom.
Between lovers.
And for now, Kate was my lover, a role that suited her. That suited me.
I growled my appreciation for her answer, and the sound radiated deep inside me. “Good. Because I’m going to be totally honest here—ever since what happened with Lily and Finn, I’ve wanted to know what made you tick.”
Her gaze never left mine. “Why is that?”
“Because of the way you got involved. How you suggested me and played a part in making that happen for your friend. It made me curious about you.”
She gave a sweet smile. “Because I’d seemed vanilla to you then?”
“A little, yeah,” I admitted.
“And then I suddenly seemed kinky?”
My fingers found their way to her hair, and I ran them through it, savoring the silky feel of the strands almost as much as I savored this chance to get to know her more. “Yes. And I liked your kink. I liked that you wanted to give her a fantasy. It said you were open to trying new things.”
She scooted closer, leaning into my hand, my touch, almost as if giving in—to me, to this fantasy, to this aspect of her sexuality—in a whole new way. “And that’s your kink? Trying new things?”
I shook my head, still playing with her hair. “Not at all. But you’re close.”
“What is it, then?”
“Guess,” I said with a grin.
She surveyed me up and down. “Hmm . . . what is Jake’s kink?” She tapped her chin, her brow still furrowed. Then her eyes twinkled, and she dropped an imaginary mic. “Making a woman scream in pleasure.”
“Boom.” I moved down her body, pushed up her shirt, and buried my face in the valley of her breasts, sucking on a nipple till she cried out in a long, sexy moan. “ Jake. ”
I let go and grinned wickedly up at her.
“Making you moan like that is my thing. It’s my kink.
It’s what gets me going. It’s what makes my dick hard, and what makes my mind sharp.
I find nothing hotter than turning on the woman I find attractive.
And you, Ms. Williams, are the woman I’m wildly attracted to. ”
A tremble moved down her body. “You’re the man I’m attracted to,” she whispered.
“About time you admitted it,” I said.
She swatted my chest. “Well, since you’re being blunt, I will be too. I wasn’t even attracted to you before your manwich.”
I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head. “You’re killing me.”
She tugged the pillow away, propping herself on an elbow and staring hard at me. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“You’re sitting here half-naked, telling me about the time you didn’t find me attractive.”
Rolling her eyes, she straddled me and pinned my wrists. “I’m saying I saw you in a different light after you did that for Lily and Finn.”
My dick twitched at her words. “You did? Like you figured I was a sexual giver?”
She nodded, mischief in her eyes, her lips curving up as she subtly rocked her hips against me.
“I didn’t expect that to happen. I didn’t see you that way at first. Empirically, I knew you were handsome, but I didn’t feel it in my body until then.
Because what you did took a lot of guts and a lot of confidence. ”
I rolled my hips up against her, letting her know what she was doing to me. “And that aroused you?”
Her voice went husky. “Confidence is such a turn-on. And you had so much of it. And then the morning after, at the diner, I saw you in a new light. As this wildly sexual creature.”
Best. Compliment. Ever. “Please make me a plaque saying that. Jake Hamilton, Wildly Sexual Creature.”
She seemed emboldened, sounded awestruck. But it was also as if talking had unlocked something inside her. Like she was free to share these thoughts for the first time. “I started to wonder what you’d be like in bed. What you’d say. How you’d handle my fantasies.”
I liked where this was going. “Do you ever fantasize about me?”
She nodded. “I do. I have. So many times.”
A groan worked its way up my chest. My dick was ready to go again and again and again. “That’s so fucking sexy. Tell me more, baby. What did you think about us? What did you picture us doing?”
She seemed lost in her world, enrapt in sharing as she moved her body back and forth. “I imagined the things we might do. The roles we might play. I wondered if you’d like them. Get into them.”
Gripping her hips harder, I rocked with her. “And your answer was yes?”
“The more I thought about you, the more it seemed like a yes.”
No wonder I’d been fascinated with Kate for the last several months. We’d seen the same thing in each other. “Kate,” I said, gravel in my voice.
“Yes?”
“The reason we’ve been flirting? The reason we’ve been trying to figure each other out?”
“Yes?”
“It’s because we were reading lust and attraction in each other. We were seeing desire and need.”
She let out a sensual moan. “I think we were. I think we were dancing around it for months until last night.”
“And now we’re having it.”
Her gaze locked with mine. “I want to have it again. I do. I really do.”
“Ask, and you shall receive,” I said, stripping off her blouse, getting her fully naked at last.
She pushed my shirt off the rest of the way, and it felt like a new level of intimacy.
I moved from under her to shed my pants and boxers so we were both down to nothing.
That felt fitting.
Here I was with this woman who already intrigued me, and she had given me all the more reason to find her compelling. Because she wanted to experiment. Because she wanted a man to trust. A man to give her pleasure.
And there was nothing—nothing on heaven or earth—I wanted more than to give her that.
I brought her back on top of me. “You deserve to feel good. You deserve all the pleasure in the world,” I told her.
“I want it. I want it from you,” she whispered.
Grazing a hand down her body, I played with the hair on her pubic bone, then spoke low and dirty. “Mr. Hamilton would like to see you on his face right now. Fuck my face till you see stars, and that’ll activate the bonus clause one more time.”
Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head, then she licked her lips, glided up me, and in seconds, I’d pulled her sweet, hot center to my mouth, groaning the moment I made contact.
Once she started moving, her mouth did too.
The words that fell from her lips told me that this was one of her fantasies.
She fell right back into her role, rattling off Ms. Williams’s thoughts.
I thought about this while we were signing the deal.
In the conference room, I was squirming.
Picturing this as we reviewed the paperwork. Right then and there. Climbing you. Riding you. Oh God, riding you just like this.
As I licked and sucked her sweetness, her sentences grew choppy, short, and her words became incoherent sounds.
I was in dirty heaven too, doing my favorite thing in the world—making a woman feel spectacular.
But not just any woman.
This woman.
The one I’d pictured. The one I wanted to know. The one I was getting to know tonight.
I was learning her secret wishes.
Learning I was part of them.
And hell, that made electricity crackle in my veins.
It made my whole body sizzle with lust as I devoured her pussy, taking her to the edge.
She detonated, coming hard on my face, tasting like sin and desire.
She was the woman who knew my mind too, because when she slid down my body, she took me in her mouth and sucked me off till I was nothing but lust and filthy bliss as I came hard, my world spiraling away into a blur of pleasure and release.
After, I murmured something like “We should go. I should go.”
She voiced the same thing. “I should go too.” But she curled around me as she said it, and actions spoke louder than words.
Ours said we were staying.
That didn’t fly with my plans for this weekend, or hers.
But we did it anyway.