Hard as Stone (Passion in Paradise: The Men of the McKinnnon Sisters) (28 page)

Harmony gripped
Jake’s neck as he carried her the last few remaining steps toward the master
bedroom, and she felt her excitement build.  And not just for the hot sex she
knew would be coming in the very near future.  No, she was finally going to get
to see the room she’d had some input on redecorating, but hadn’t actually been
allowed to see yet.    Oh, Jake had allowed her to see the inside of the room
once when he’d first shown her the house a few weeks ago, but it had just been
a husk of what he wanted it to be.  She knew it was the first room he’d
remodeled after taking possession of the property, and he’d included her on his
plans.  He’d made her look at endless paint samples and carpet swatches for an
entire week while he worked on the room most nights after he returned Heaven
and her to their house, but whenever she’d asked  to see how the work was
progressing, he’d always denied her.  He’d said he wanted it to be a surprise.

“Grab the door,
babe,” he invited her against her ear before pulling her ear lobe between his
lips and nipping gently.  “You’re gonna want to pay attention now.  I just hope
you like what I’ve done.”

Eagerly reaching
for the brass doorknob, Harmony pushed the door open as he dropped her back to
her own feet and gently guided her inside the huge room with a hand on her
back.  Harmony’s breath caught in her throat as he flipped a light switch and
illuminated the bedroom in a warm, golden glow.

 When he’d walked
her through the upstairs over three weeks ago, the suite had been nothing but a
husk.  The walls had been a drab, depressing beige color and she’d been pretty
sure the matching shag carpeting had predated Jimmy Carter’s presidency.  The
attached bathroom had been functional, but not much else.  All the fixtures had
been rusty and antiquated and nothing like she’d have chosen if the home had
been hers.  What she stared at now, slack jawed with awe, was her dream
bedroom.  It was obvious he’d listened to and implemented every suggestion
she’d made regarding the suite.  From the thick, sumptuous grey carpet beneath
her feet to the antique ceiling fan swirling above the bed, she saw her
influence at work.

“Jake,” Harmony
whispered as her eyes darted around the room, “This is gorgeous!”  A king size
sleigh bed dominated the room with a matching dresser and chest of drawers
residing along opposite walls.  The rich mahogany wood gleamed under the glow
of the recessed lighting.  “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, taking a few steps
forward.

“I put a huge
walk-in closet in that corner,” he remarked, pointing to the north corner of
the room while winding his other arm around her belly as he pulled her back
against his chest.  “It’s big enough for one of those vanity/dressing areas
that you gals seem to go crazy for.  At least, that’s what my Momma said when I
got her input a few weeks ago.”

He’d put in a
walk-in closet?  When she’d seen the room before, the closet was the size of a
bathroom stall.  This she had to see.  Jerking out of his arms, she hurried
across the room and jerked the door open, nearly moaning in ecstasy when she
saw how one side of the entire closet was mirrored and he’d built wooden shoe
racks in the corner.  “My God, Jake!  I could live in here,” she commented over
her shoulder.  “This is….it’s…. every woman’s dream closet!”

Propping his
shoulder against the dove grey wall, one side of his mouth lifted in
amusement.  “I’m glad you like it, baby, but there’s really only one woman’s
dream that I’m trying to make come true.  Besides, you haven’t even seen the
best part yet,” he chided, laughing as her eyes dilated.

“There’s more?”
Harmony squeaked, spinning on her toes to look around.  From the paint on the walls
to the matching pile carpet and right down to the heavy damask patterned
bedspread she’d seen in some decorating magazine and thought was pretty a
couple of days ago, he’d taken her fantasies and made them into reality.  How
the hell could there possibly be more than this?  

“You haven’t seen
the bathroom yet,” Jake reminded her with gleaming eyes, jerking his head
toward the door on the opposite side of the room.

“You redid the
bathroom, too?” she asked, bubbling with excitement as she skirted the bed toward
the closed door.  “What did you do?” she asked, pushing through the entrance
and gasping.  “Oh.  My. God!” she breathed, pressing a hand to her throat as
her gaze wandered the room.  The floor had been redone in porcelain tiles in a
relaxing shade of seafoam green that was offset by the cream-colored walls. 
One entire wall was taken up by a long double sink vanity with wrought iron
mirrors hung above each sink.  In one corner, a sunken oversized tub begged her
to sink inside and surround herself with bubbles and Jake. In the opposite
corner, he’d installed a huge walk-in steam shower complete with two wooden
benches.  It was a bathroom that had it had lungs would have screamed ‘Oasis!
Drop your troubles here!’”

Jake chuckled,
following her to the bathroom and propping his shoulder against the door while
he eyed her hungrily. “I take it by that stunned, dazed look on your face, that
you approve of the changes I made?”

“I think I just had
a mini-orgasm, standing right here.  I’m just not sure if it was from looking
at that tub or this shower,” she informed him seriously, reaching out a shaky
hand to touch the stained glass door of the shower.  “This is beautiful,” she
whispered, reverently running her fingertips along the flowers etched into the
glass.  “It’s a work of art.”

“I know a guy,”
Jacob replied easily.  “But tell me more about this orgasm you just had,
darlin’.  Do I need to be jealous of that shower?”

Laughing, Harmony
turned to face him, completely comfortable standing half-naked in front of
him.  “If I say yes, will that ensure that you bring your A-game tonight?”

“Woman, why don’t
you just find a red flag and start waving it in front of my nose?” he growled
back at her, slowly stalking her across the bathroom like a panther slowly
closing in on the gazelle of his choosing.  “I’ll show you my fuckin’ A-game,
alright.  You should know, darlin’, I came to play,” he threatened as he
pursued her, slowly backing her into the corner between the shower and vanity.

Harmony giggled as
she began walking backward, squealing when her back met the wall, but he kept
advancing on her.  “Now, Jake,” she drawled, holding out a hand defensively as
she watched him peel his shirt over his head and drop it to the floor, “Don’t
be hasty, honey.”  Licking her lips as she gazed at the rippling eight-pack of
abdominal muscles that faced her, she felt a shiver slide down her spine.  “You
promised me a shower, remember?” she reminded him as his chest bumped against
her naked breasts and his hands went to the wall at either side of her head,
caging her in his arms. 

“Sweetheart, there
ain’t gonna be nothin’ hasty about what happens between us tonight, I can
promise you that,” he swore softly before capturing her in a long, wet kiss
that left them both panting when he tore his lips away from hers.  “You’re
right, though, I promised you a shower,” he informed her in a low, sexy voice
as his hands fell to her hips.  Hooking his fingers in the elastic band of her
running pants, he pushed them over her hips to pool at her feet.  “You can’t do
that with clothes on.  Let’s get you all naked and wet and glistening.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed
into his mouth as she felt his fingers slide into the lace hipster panties
she’d donned this morning, his fingers honing in on the tiny bundle of
sensitive nerves at the apex of her mound with the deadly intent of a heat
seeking missile. 

“You’re fuckin’
soaked, baby,” Jacob growled against her mouth as his fingers slid through her
slippery cunt to rim her entrance.  “Can’t wait to get my mouth down here and
eat my fill,” he rasped, sucking her lower lip forcefully.  “You’re the
creamiest treat I’ve ever had, Harmony,” he rasped against her mouth, moving
his fingers back to her clit and pinching it lightly between his two fingers.

Harmony’s hips
bucked against the wall as she cried out.  “Then, do it,” she demanded,
reaching up to grip his neck tightly with one hand as she arched into his
touch.  “Please, do it, Jake!”

Nipping her upper
lip with his teeth, Jacob shook his head and stared down at her with dark eyes
that seethed with even darker passion.  “Nuh uh.  Can’t do that, darlin’.  You
wanted a shower, remember?” he goaded, licking a path from her ear to her
collar bone as he tugged one of her firm nipples with his thumb and forefinger. 

Reaching for his
jeans, already unfastened and open after their trip up the stairs, she pushed
them down his lean hips and ran her hands over his warm exposed flesh, paying
special attention to the cock standing at attention between them.  “I never
said that I wanted to take one alone,” she chided, peppering his spectacularly
ripped chest with kisses as the denim slid down his legs.

“That’s good, babe,
because I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight the rest of the night,” he
said with a slow grin as he toed off his shoes and socks.  Both completely
naked now, he drew her against him, palming her ass and lifting her against his
body.  Feeling her curves molding against him as her legs went automatically
around his waist, Jacob stared into Harmony’s expressive eyes.  “You were made
for me, Harmony.  From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, I think
every inch of you was created by a merciful God just for me.”

Harmony’s lips met
his as she felt him moving backward into the shower.  Never in her life had she
felt so out of control, so needy for a man’s touch.  Whimpering when he slid
her down his body, her mouth followed his when he would have drawn away. 
Spearing her tongue into his mouth, she stroked his tongue with hers, pushing
his chest until his back met the nearest wall.  Pointing a finger at his chest,
she narrowed her eyes as she looked up at his handsome face, hardened now by
desire.  “Do not move, Jacob Stone,” she ordered sternly, quickly turning to
twist the dial on the shower.  Adjusting the temperature until a warm spray
began to fall from the dual showerheads, she turned to face him again, offering
him a sultry smile as she slithered down his body until she was on her knees in
front of him.

“Baby, what are you
doin’?” Jacob rumbled, watching as her graceful hand reached for one of the
bottles of the scented soaps he’d bought for her.  He’d spent enough time in
the McKinnon bathroom that he knew his woman loved all things floral and
fruity.  In deference to her preferences, he’d made sure that his bath was
fully stocked with her favorites.

Grabbing one of the
three thick loofahs in the metal bowl by the soaps, she kept her eyes on his
and smiled seductively.  Squirting a puddle of soap into the center of the
sponge, she lifted it to his chest, drawing slow circles around his pecs. 
“You’ve never had a sponge bath?”

“Never been given
one by my own personal angel,” he replied, twisting his fingers through her
damp hair as her hands moved over him.  He groaned as the nails of her left
hand lightly scored his stomach while her right hand held the sponge, sweeping
it down his chest to his groin.  The scent of cherry blossoms filled the steamy
air as she slowly began to soap his legs.  “Sweet Jesus,” he growled when her
tongue darted out to lick the droplets of water that had fallen against the head
of his cock.  “You’re gonna bring me to my knees, darlin’,” he warned as he
watched her pink tongue swirl around the tip of his dick like she was licking
the tastiest of ice cream cones.

Harmony’s eyes
drifted closed as she dropped the sponge to wrap her slick hand around his
cock, drawing it between her lips and sucking lightly.  He tasted wild and free
against her tongue, intoxicating to a woman that had spent way too long denying
her sensuality.  Taking him deep into the confines of her mouth, she suckled
greedily, running her tongue against the thick vein that ran the length of his
shaft.

“Fuck, yes,” Jacob
growled, gripping her hair as he watched her cheeks hollow around his dick.  “Take
me deep, baby.   I love watching those sweet pink lips wrapped around me,
milking me dry.”

Humming around his
length, Harmony took as much of his thick length as she could between her lips,
stroking what she couldn’t with her hand as he rocked his hips against her
mouth, his grunts and growls of pleasure fueling her hunger.  Sliding his dick
out until she held only his tip in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the
mushroom head, earning herself a low groan of approval.  “You like that?” she
whispered, lifting her eyes to view his face as she fisted his cock and pumped
it with long, slow pulls of her fingers.

“Hell, no,” he
rasped, slapping one hand against the wet wall of the shower as he thrust back
into the heated paradise of her mouth.  “I love that, baby.  Love that sweet
mouth moving on me.”

Moaning as she tasted
his arousal on her tongue, Harmony fondled the warm weight of his testicles in
her hand, squeezing gently.  Curses flowed freely from Jacob’s lips as she
continued her exquisite torture.  Feeling his hand tighten in her hair, she
whimpered when he pulled his cock from her mouth. 

“No more,
Sweetness.  As much as I love fucking that wickedly talented little mouth of
yours, when I finally let go, it’s gonna be with my dick buried in your soft,
wet pussy,” he explained as he tenderly ran his thumb over her swollen lips. 
“I’ve waited for that moment for weeks.  I’ve dreamed about it, baby.  Imagined
it happening in a thousand different ways, and now that I’ve got you naked in
my arms, I’m not gonna have it any other way” he continued, drawing her back to
her feet and turning her until her back rested against his chest and her bottom
nestled his cock as the warm water sprayed over their bodies.  “Besides, it’s
your turn.  I get to take care of you now.”