He gave a masculine snort of outrage. “There wasn’t any fight to it. That spoiled little rich kid was
blabbering like a baby after the first hit. And,” he drawled, his lips lifting in a wicked grin, “your
gorgeous, tough little ass already had him shaking in his boots before I even got to him.”
She laughed softly, ridiculously pleased by his playful praise, and thinking of how Jake had complimented her more in one night than Mitch had in their entire marriage. But then her laughter became a soft groan as his head lowered, his tongue lapping at her nipples while his fingers moved lower to begin another slow, erotic exploration within her body.
His touch was light and teasing, demanding nothing more than her trust and acceptance. And yet they kept the deep throb of desire at a steady burn, just waiting for the moment when he’d push her over the edge, hurling her back into a full-fledged boil.
It was like a dream—seeing herself like this with Jake Farrell, lying beside him with her legs spread wide, knees bent, and every part of her cum soaked pussy completely exposed.
And she still couldn’t believe those were her juices streaming between her thighs. For someone who’d thought she’d never be able to do it right, she’d had no trouble coming like crazy in Jake’s arms. Nothing she’d ever read had come anywhere close to showing her what the “real” thing was like. The utter magnificence of sensation. The complete loss of everything you are and know and understand to sharp, delicious, dizzying pleasure.
And now that she’d experienced it, she wanted it again and again. She wanted to feast on them—on him. Wanted to fill herself up until she was so full she overflowed, her blood pounding like a tribal drum while she pumped and writhed and came all over him.
Oh, yeah, a woman could definitely get addicted to this.
After all these years, she finally understood what all the fuss was about.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said, his warm breath tickling her skin, and she could hear the smile in his
voice. “I want you to tell me about your life.”
I want you to tell me about the paintings.
Taylor laughed, and though it was a struggle to think straight with his tongue on her nipple and his fingers dipping leisurely into her drenched vagina, she knew not to say too much. She would keep her secrets in their short time together, and be able to walk away with her held high. There was too much of her at risk with this man—giving him the truth about her art would be like giving him everything. Because that was what she’d spent the last ten years painting—her heart’s desire.
And what was she doing, laying here beneath his gorgeous body thinking about later? She should be enjoying now! Taking it for everything it was worth! Wringing it of pleasure! Gorging herself on this sensual feast of moans and flesh and never-ending orgasms while she had the chance!
Jake saw the change in her, the powerful rise of need, and his mind went blank. All the questions he’d wanted to ask were lost as physical hunger clawed through him once more, anxious and demanding.
One moment they were talking, and in the next, he’d taken his teasing hand from between her legs and was rubbing the cream on his fingers into her pink nipples and parted lips.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m still hungry,” he groaned the instant before his tongue licked slowly across her bottom lip, collecting her taste. He growled with satisfaction, doing it again, then allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth, sharing her sweet, erotic taste with her.
Taylor’s choked whimper of surprise sent lust pounding through him. The low moan that followed nearly made him come. With infinite time and care, he worked his way down her body, lingering on her damp raspberry nipples, the shallow indentation of her navel, until at last he settled himself back between her wide spread thighs and feasted on her sex-ravaged cunt. It was such a pretty shade of pink, scented like sin, and tasted too damn good to be true. He could spend the rest of his life with his face shoved right in it, feeling it come all over him.
He smiled against her warm, wet skin—then bit down softly on her clit, giving it a gentle tug. Her hips lifted, shoving her pussy in his face, and he laughed a rich sound of boyish delight. “And I might as well torture the answers out of you while I’m busy filling up.”
On you.
“Won’t work,” she quipped, loving this roguish, mischievous side of him that she’d never known was there. She knew he’d always had a good sense of humor with his friends, all his football buddies and the never-ending chain of girls he’d dated, but she’d never been the recipient of one of those teasing smiles herself. He looked up at her, and it was so warm and playful it just made her go all gooey inside, like the dripping decadence of a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie melting between her fingers. “I’m afraid my lips are sealed.”
He held her sassy, daring stare while his fingers pushed the wet, swollen lips of her cunt apart, spreading her as wide as she’d go. “They don’t feel so sealed to me,” he laughed, the masculine chuckle a low rumble of sound, his breath teasing the soft, sensitive flesh. “I’d say you have a real sweet smile going on down here between your silky little thighs.”
A girlish burst of laughter escaped her, and she blushed brighter, almost as embarrassed by the giggle as she was by the wicked torment of his fingers playing over her, keeping her held open. It was a decadent feeling to know he could feel her cream against his fingers. To know that any second now he would look back down at her pussy to see how wickedly he’d displayed it for his hot, hungry gaze. And bubbling beneath the dark heat of his sexuality was the joy of laughing and smiling with him, being playful in the bedroom when she’d never thought of sex as something even remotely fun before.
Fun, she mused, rolling the word around in her mind while trying to decide if it was the right one. Kind of strange, but yeah, it fit. Sex with Jake was raw and hungry and powerfully extreme, a complete devastation of sense and self—but it was a hell of a lot of fun too.
There were no two ways about it—this was the best damn time she’d ever had.
And then suddenly his fingers were slipping back inside, stretching her to that point beyond pleasure,
and her snug, straining muscles clamped down hard enough to make his breath hiss between his teeth. He knelt between her thighs and used his free hand to grab his cock. Then he gripped himself in his big fist and stroked from the massively thick root, up his long length, to the impressively large, glistening head.
Taylor watched with wide, fascinated eyes as he milked one pearly drop of moisture from the slit. He loved the way she watched his cock, her shy eyes too curious not to look, her expression telling him everything he needed to know. “And it’s all yours, honey. All of it.”
Just like I’m all yours. All of me.
“Yeah, mine,” she whispered, licking her lips in an unconscious gesture of want.
He swiped the warm, salty bead from the head of his cock with his finger and lifted it to her mouth, offering it to her as she levered herself up with her arms. She opened her mouth and her small pink tongue flicked out to lick it off.
His growl was long and low. She answered with her own soft sound of want and arousal, and then opened up and drew his finger completely into her mouth. Her moist heat closed around him. Then she sucked on him. Hard. What little sanity he had left fractured in that instant.
“Take a deep breath and hold on,” he ordered roughly, pushing her legs up, folding them over until she was spread out and open in front of him, grasping for whatever part of him he wanted to give her. He felt savagely primitive, on the verge of violence in his need to stake his claim again and again.
With his heart lodged in his throat, he whispered, “You want it?”
“Please, Jake,” she moaned. Her hips lifted, offering, begging, and he bent his head to give her
beautiful, open pussy one more long, hungry lick.
He pulled back just far enough to give him a nice, up-close shot of the hottest little cunt he’d ever had. He loved its smell, its taste. Loved the way her clit throbbed and her little hole spilled with more of that sweet fucking cream. “This is mine, Taylor. All of it. All mine.”
His tongue flicked out to catch the stream of juices slipping from her pink slit, and he smiled at the bite of her nails in the tops of his shoulders. “You know, honey, I just can’t decide which I love more—fucking it, or eating it.”
“Oh, God.” Her voice cracked, and she yelled, “Now, Jake! Just do it! Put it in!”
He’d have laughed at the way she commanded him, shouting like an outraged general, but he didn’t have the strength. There was nothing but blinding need as he pressed the deeply flushed tip of his cock against her drenched cunt, nudging the pulsing head between her swollen lips until it penetrated the tiny, quivering mouth hidden within. Bracing himself on his knees, he grasped her hips and lifted her, holding her firmly in his grip.
His voice trembled, shakily with need. “I’ve never been so hard in my entire life. You drive me outta my mind, woman, right over the fuckin’ edge.”
“Jake.” His name emerged as a moan…a plea…a demand.
He battled against the raging need of his body to take, to plunge his aching cock as far into her as he could go, and took one charged moment to appreciate the beauty of her spread out and open. Vulnerable. Wanting him.
He leaned over her, pressing down on her, and his warm breath found her ear. “I love you, Taylor.”
Chapter 10
She went so still beneath him—he couldn’t even feel her breathe.
He nuzzled the side of her neck, pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder, feeling the words rush up through him, true and unstoppable. “I’m in love with you.” His deep voice emerged gruff with emotion, reverberating through their joined bodies, touching her deep inside. “I’ve never loved another woman, Taylor. It’s always been you. Always. It always will be.”
“No!” she cried out, suddenly twisting beneath him, shaking with rage. It was too cruel to hear this now—now, when it was too late for it. Now, when their chance at a happily ever after had so long ago been destroyed by Mitch’s malicious lies.
Jake slowly pulled back, an uneasy shock and painful ache burning through his body as he watched her scramble away from him, practically stumbling to the other side of the room.
“Don’t…don’t ever say that.” Her voice was a whisper of sound, hollow and shaky.
Wondering what in the hell was happening, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. There was a dull thudding in his heart, like something hard and heavy that he couldn’t keep from sinking. “I’m trying to be understanding, but I just don’t get it, Taylor.” His voice was rough, sounding little more than a snarl, and he pushed both hands through his hair, shaking his disheveled head in disbelief as her reaction really began to sink in. “You’ll let me fuck you, but I’m not allowed to love you?”
It wasn’t possible for her to get any redder, her thin frame quivering; a frail silhouette on the other side of the room. He was suddenly so angry, more furious than he’d ever been before, hating the way she was looking at him, like she was actually horrified by his admission. Appalled by the fact that what he’d said just might be true.
He’d opened up his heart and told her how he felt, and she was throwing it back in his face without even giving him a chance to explain.
Fuck this, he thought, standing beside the bed, all six-foot-three inches of him shaking with rage. “I can fuck you, but I can’t love you? Is that it, Taylor? You’ll take my cock, but nothing more, honey? You’ll let me screw you through the mattress and then send me on my fucking way?”
“Jesus, Jake. What do you want from me?”
“I want this,” he shouted, swiping his arm in the air to encompass the wrecked bedding behind him, his mind churning in panic for a way to keep her from bolting on him. “I want this weekend. Anything I say. Anything I want. I want complete access to that beautiful little body of yours from head to toe, and if I can’t convince you in that time that I’m serious about wanting you in my life forever, then I’ll leave without you even having to tell me to go.”
Her arms trembled, so she held them tighter, putting everything she had into this fragile show of strength. Or was it just stupidity? All her options seemed destined for failure here. If she followed her heart, what would happen when he came to his senses or some gorgeous blonde caught his eye and he bailed? But if she followed the dictates of her still pulsing flesh, satiating herself on the decadent pleasure he lavished upon her, would she be any better off when the weekend was over and he drove back out of her life?
Hell no.
Basically, she was screwed no matter what she did. The only difference was that option one left her in a constant state of heartbreaking anticipation, awaiting the god-awful moment of truth—while his outrageous proposal for a weekend full of mind shattering fucking gave her a nice, tidy deadline for the gut wrenching heartache to begin.
“All right. Okay. You can have your weekend, but when it’s over you leave, Jake. No arguments. You
walk back out of my life as easily as you did the first time. Do we have a deal?”
He moved across the room with the predatory ease of a dangerous jungle cat. She watched him with wide, avid eyes, feeling drunk on his beauty; the long, lean muscles moving beneath his golden skin as lethal to her senses as the blisteringly hot look in his green eyes.