I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he kisses me with a hunger that steals the breath from my lungs.
Fuck. I’m still in my stupid polyester pants and work shirt. How in the hell can he think this is sexy?
His hands drag down my body before yanking on the hem of my shirt. Why didn’t I change before I left the station? I’m wearing the most unflattering outfit in history. Heat flares across my cheeks with embarrassment.
I shiver as his fingertips tease along my abdomen and stroke their way toward my breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He peppers kisses along my neck while lifting my shirt.
Before I can refute his claim, my shirt is over my head and tossed onto the floor. “Damn, Em….” The expression of pure, raw obsession makes my mouth dry. “You’re perfect.” His gaze travels up and down my body like a caress.
“Are you kidding? I have on polyester pants–”
“And no one could ever pull it off like you do, so I don’t want to hear another thing about what you’re wearing, or how you look. Because all I see is you.”
“Right now?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “In my future.”
He can’t be serious. He-
His thumbs brush over my purple bra, drawing the material away and exposing the pebbled tips of my nipples.
“I could eat you alive and never get full.” His tongue flicks over one nipple before going to the other.
As he sucks one taut nub, he caresses the other with his calloused palm. It feels amazing. Everything he does feels like his touch was meant for me. I’ve had other guys play with my breasts, but it was more of a tug, squeeze, and off to the races. Their races. Not mine.
Molten heat flows to my sex, causing it to swell and desire to pool against my thong string. I grasp the edge of his shirt and rip it upward, exposing the eagle tattoo on his abdomen. The one I saw that night in my mother’s kitchen. It makes him look sexy as hell.
The light peppering of dark hair trails below the band of his shorts, where his hard cock is barely concealed by the fabric.
Okay. He wants me. That’s not a question that needs answered. His lips pucker around my nipple as he sucks while twisting the other tip between his thumb and finger. The feeling goes straight to my clit, causing it to twitch in response.
“Oh,” I whimper against my will before biting my lips together.
“Don’t stop,” he growls against my skin. “I want to hear how much you like it because this is all about you. Your pleasure.”
My head spins. Is he for real? He doesn’t want me on my knees and then on my back? In that order? And nothing else in between?
But it’s Jake who drops to his knees. From his kneeling position, he unfastens my belt and then my pants, drawing the material down my legs. He shakes his head. “You’re going to kill me, but what a fucking way to go.”
My heart pounds so hard that I can’t understand how his neighbors can’t hear it. Once my shoes, socks, and pants join my shirt, he positions my legs apart and runs his tongue along the inside of my thighs.
“Perfect.”
The higher he goes, the harder my legs shake until I have to grip his shoulders to keep from falling on my ass. I gasp as his tongue slides along the seam of my panties. And for some reason, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
“You’re so wet. Dripping through your panties. Begging for my mouth to be on you.” His breath is hot against my flesh. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He grips my hips and without removing my panties, he feasts on my sex, lapping, sucking, and nipping at my flesh. And somehow, the added barrier makes everything more intense. Forbidden. Carnal, Dirty. Hot.
“This feels….” The words slip from my head as his hand trails up my leg, making the walls of my sex clench. Holy hell.
He glances up at me with swollen lips. “Is this what you want? Me on my knees? Tasting you? Teasing you?”
“God, yes,” I whimper, digging my nails into his skin.
“Good.” The low rumble of his chuckle sends a delicious zing along my spine.
When his hand cups my pussy, I moan in anticipation. I want his hands everywhere. His fingers. His tongue. His mouth. I want it all.
