“Fuck. Now,” she gasped, and his train of thought derailed completely. She wasn’t used to foreplay or playing in bed. He’d had an odd thought when he first noticed her impatience that maybe she had never really, truly been given attention, been pleasured. He aimed to remedy that while he was here because there were so many things he could do to her that would have her vibrating off the damned bed if she let him, and the thought turned him on even more than he already was.
He opened the packet and slipped the condom on quickly, her roaming hands distracting him, her laughter as he gave her a dirty look light and sexy. He grabbed one hand to stop her, placing it firmly around the base of his cock, and leaned into her, his intent now very obvious.
“Show me what you want,” he said, and she lifted to meet him.
The world narrowed in on her eyes, the piercing need in hers echoing into him as he sank into her, gritting his teeth to keep himself in check. She went stiff, trembling slightly, and he lost himself for a moment before he noticed. He stopped.
“Hey, you all right?” he murmured, and she nodded quickly.
“Uh-huh,” she whispered. “I’m, uh, sorry. Been a while.”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, and kissed her gently, waiting for her to be comfortable, slowly sliding in and out of her, each thrust a bit deeper. It was all he could do to be gentle; he wanted to just let go and dive into her fully, but her reaction told him slow was now more than just play; it was necessary. He wanted her to tell him when she was ready with her body, not just with her impatience and expectations. Her urgency had been nerves she was trying to hide, and he could understand that.
When he caught the impatient flare of her nostrils paired with a soft “oh,” he sank into her completely.
“That’s better,” she breathed. She closed her eyes, her hips rolling into him, and he abandoned all restraint, roughly pulling out and thrusting back in, hard. Her resulting moan and grappling to hold him closer to her the exact response he had imagined.
“I want to fuck you. Hard. Do you want that?” he asked, and she gasped ayesin response, a moan following. It was intense, and he dared himself not to look away from her as he let go into her with all he had, sweat sprouting on his forehead from the effort.
The buildup over the past two days was obliterated by the pleasure in the moment, and he was blown away with how good she felt under him.It was fucking honest and real, and they fit together as if this wasn’t their first time. They moved in sync, only the next thrust, her moans, her firm grasp on his body, the way she felt surrounding him mattering.
He wanted to fuck her all night just like this, if not for the fact he was holding himself back from coming because he wanted to watch her come first.
He was rewarded a moment later when her cries reached a level he’d never thought she could make, completely at odds with her normal whiskey-fire voice. He angled himself up to watch her, tightening his abs as her muscles clenched around him, her thighs shaking.
“Yes, oh Jesus! Jake, I’m—” she screamed as her hands went above her head, throwing her legs wide, gripping the headboard spindles hard, the entire bed creaking as she came undone underneath him.
He was so close, so damned close, and when she did that, screaming his name, he lost control and within the next three thrusts exploded, his vision blurry as pure pleasure rocketed through his entire body. He grabbed her waist roughly to hold her up and into him, to keep him deep inside her as he came.
“Liz. Fuck,” he swore, closing his eyes to ward off the dizziness threatening him. They collapsed onto the bed together, breathless and sated.
Her hand floated out lazily, threading fingers through his damp hair, and she wrapped her leg around his waist, the other hand slapping him lightly on his ass.
“You good?” she murmured in his ear. “You gonna die on me now?”
He laughed at that and raised his head to look her in the eye, brushing hair off of her face to see her, utterly spent.
“You gonna let me go?” he countered, which made her giggle, and she released him so he could slide from her and flop to the bed beside her. They looked at one another. He couldn’t believe that had just happened. His chest hurt and his hips and knees were complaining, but the rest of his body felt fucking amazing, pulsing with the aftershock of one of the best orgasms he’d had in a long, long time.
“Well. That was something,” she quipped, a half-cocked smile on her face as well. “I may like that more than your cooking.”
“I haven’t even gotten started yet. That was just an amuse-bouche, darlin’,” he drawled in a ridiculous fake Texan accent, trying to hide how overwhelmed he was in the moment.
Her deep, throaty laugh filled the bedroom. He took a steadying breath, pulled her into him, and kissed her.
Chapter Twenty
“Goddamn it. Bright!”
Liz groaned as the piercing rays of dawn hit her sleep-itchy eyes.
Her curtains were open, and the light had risen just enough to be annoying. She flopped onto her back, pressing her palms to her face.
Today was going to be another long day. She’d have to buck up in spite of the lack of sleep so Trev wouldn’t tease her about what she’d been up to all night. That would go over like a lead balloon with the boys if they put two and two together. Not that she needed to be ashamed, she just didn’t want to share yet. It was still new and heady, this arrangement she and Jake had made.
Jake had snuck out as she was falling asleep, and his quick rumble ofGood nightand kiss on her cheek as she drifted off had barely registered. But there’d been a pang of disappointment when he left, even though she was the one with the rule of no overnights.
“Prob’ly should clean up,” she muttered to herself, peeling a foil condom wrapper off one butt cheek, and glancing at her clothes from yesterday thrown across the room. Thank god for her own stash of condoms under the sink in her bathroom, or it wouldn’t have been such an adventurous night.
