When I return to the living room, the room in my chest disappears completely. This beautiful man is all mine. Every inch of his delicious body is mine. His gorgeous soul. His protectiveness. His possessiveness. Molten heat settles in my core.
“Come here, my possessive man.” I waggle my finger at him and twist on my heel. “I think I left something for you on the kitchen island.” I glance over my shoulder. “Me.”
“Fuck, yes, you did.” The growl in his voice drenches my panties.
Chapter Seventy-Two
Jake
I spin her around, placing her between me and the island. My hands braced on the edges of the counter, caging her in. Right where I wanted her all those years ago.
Her cheeks are flushed as she bites her bottom lip. And waits. Expectantly. I smile at her eagerness. But still, I wait.
She arches an eyebrow as she places her hands on my chest. “Well?”
As much as I want to ravage her, I don’t move. This moment has taken so long to get here that I don’t want to miss a second. Of anything. “You’re beautiful. Stunning. And every inch of you is mine.”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless as she says the most important word in the universe. She’s mine.
The pulse point at the base of her throat jumps. I lean down and place my lips against her skin, feeling her breath catch in her lungs. The scent of her perfume is mixed with years of pent-up desire.
God, I want this. I want her. Us.
I flick my tongue along her flesh, causing her to moan while digging her fingertips into my T-shirt.
“I love when you do that.”
“What?”
“Know exactly what I want.”
“It’s my job to know what you want.” I run my tongue along her neck, stopping at the hollow between her neck and shoulder and sucking. She arches against me, exposing more of her flesh to me.
“Do you know what I want next?” Her hands slide to the hem of my T-shirt.
I grasp her hands in mine. “Don’t.”
The heat in her gaze meets mine like an inferno, ready to engulf us. “If you touch me, I’ll lose control.” Her eyes spark as she bites her lips together while trying to tug her fingers loose. “Pretty Girl, you’re a devious one, aren’t you?”
“What?” She tugs again. This time, the fire is mixed with frustration, and suddenly, I wish there were time for handcuffs. Except, there’s nowhere to connect them.
“You know what. Hands to yourself. I’m in charge here.” I switch her wrists to one hand, grasp her hip, and press my aching dick into her soft belly. “You drive me crazy. But this is my fantasy.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “You have no idea how often I fantasized about you taking me against that island. So many times.”
I groan deep in my throat. This is not helping. As if she senses the tether to my control slipping, she bites her bottom lip. “I would lie in my bed at night, sliding my hand under the blankets. Under my panties–”
I slam my mouth on hers while still gripping her wrists so she can’t move. Not that she’s trying to get away.
She tastes like heaven. Our tongues dance and slide against each other as I shift my grip from her hip to clasp the back of her neck. She whimpers and fists my T-shirt with her fingers, dragging me closer as I yank the ponytail holder from her hair. Her silken stands fan around her face.
I want to slow down, but it’s not going to happen.
When her leg wraps around mine, I nearly drop to my knees with want. My dick strains against my shorts as I rock into her. Slow down. Take your time. Enjoy her. Savor her. She slides her hand under my T-shirt and scrapes her nails along my flesh.
Fuck it.
I jerk my head backwards, chest heaving as I gasp to catch my breath. “On the counter.”
