“It’ll come back,” Jake said, pulling on his shoes before throwing his T-shirt over one shoulder. “Hop on, and we’ll head to the showers.”
She watched Jake crouch in front of her with his back turned.
“The last time anyone piggy-backed me, I was in single digits.”
“You have to learn to be more spontaneous, Rosebud. It’s real tiring dating an older woman.”
He was taunting her again. So, clutching her clothes, she climbed onto his back, and then he started jogging up his driveway.
“Two things I can honestly say I haven’t done for a while would be this and swimming, and I did them both in one day,” Branna said, enjoying the feel of all that power and strength under her. The man wasn’t even breathing hard.
“Stick with me, sweet cheeks, and I’ll show you a few more.”
Branna snorted as Jake walked them into the house and straight for the bathroom. Once there, he lowered her down his back. Turning, he cupped her face and kissed her. It was a kiss of possession, a kiss that drove any thoughts of being cold or swimming lessons and lake monsters from her head.
“Let’s get warm now,” he released her to turn on the shower, and Branna dropped her bundle of things, then took off her bra and panties. She stepped under the spray as Jake pulled off his shoes; seconds later, he joined her. But she was ready for him, and as he reached for her, she placed one hand on his chest and pushed him against the shower wall.
“You have lake monster all over you, Jake. Let me clean you up.”
He gave her that slow smile.
After soaping her hands, she started with his shoulders and began cleaning him slowly, running her hands in circles over his big, solid body.
“You’re being thorough there, Rosebud.” Branna heard the hiss in his breath as she scraped her nails over his nipples.
“That slime is sticky.” She ran her tongue along his lips, then bit the tip of his chin. She loved touching him, feeling all that leashed strength. Her own body was aroused, her breasts aching and full and the ache between her legs needing release. Moving to his stomach, she stroked the flat planes as she leaned forward and took his nipple into her mouth. His body jerked forward.
“Jesusssss.”
Smiling up at him, Branna moved lower. Getting on her knees, she took the long, hard length of him in her mouth. Two hands gripped her head, fingers raking her scalp as she swirled her tongue around the soft silken head. Bracing her hands on his thighs, she took him deeper.
“I’m done,” he rasped, lifting her to her feet seconds later; he then opened the door and walked out with her in his arms. Lowering her to the vanity, he spread her legs and slid inside her.
It was slow and achingly sweet. Steam swirled around them as Branna held on by digging her fingers into his shoulders. Her head hit the mirror as the pleasure exploded through her in a shuddering wave when Jake emptied himself deep inside her.
He lifted her back into the shower, and Branna slumped against the wall as he washed himself and her.
“I’ll make us some food.” He kissed her softly, and then she was alone, her body weak, mind swirling. He unbalanced her, stripped her raw with the need she felt for him.
Turning off the water, she stepped out and dried herself before pulling on her damp panties. She gathered up her running clothes and wandered into his bedroom. Grabbing a T-shirt from the pile of neatly folded clothes on the end of his bed, she pulled it over her head. Then, using his hairbrush, she attempted to untangle the knots in her hair. The smell of coffee greeted her as she reached the kitchen. At the sight of the grilled cheese sandwiches, she realized she was starving.
Chapter17
“Smell good?” Jake watched Branna drop her stuff by the door, then walk around his breakfast bar and sit on one of the stools.
“It does, and makes me realize that it’s been way too long since I ate anything.”
“All that exercise has to tire you out.”
She didn’t answer, just took the coffee he handed her.
“You have to see him sometime, Branna.”
The cup had been halfway to her mouth, but she lowered it, placing it carefully on the bench before her.
“No, I don’t.”
Jake hated that particular expression of hers, the blank one that told him nothing of what she was feeling. He realized that he knew most of her expressions now.
