“What did you think I said back there?”
“Please don’t make me repeat it.”
His pain was palpable, but something was wrong.
“Jake, you idiot, I want to date you.”
His jaw dropped, but no words came out.
“You sure know how to flatter a girl,” I huffed.
“No. You can’t mean that.” He shook his head in confusion.
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
“I’m a grown woman, and I know what I want. You.”
“But why?”
His voice held the deep-seated anguish of a man who’d been abandoned by the people who should have loved him most. I stepped closer and cupped his face. His cheek twitched, but it wasn’t suppressed anger like Beau. This was a man who felt deeply but convinced himself he was unworthy.
“Because you’re you,” I said simply. “All the ways you take care of me and show me I’m special, I want to do that but more. And kissing. I really want to kiss you.”
His laugh was watery, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. This time when I kissed him, he was a willing participant.
Jake curled my toes with that first kiss. When he cupped my face and took the kiss deeper, my knees buckled. Like something out of a movie, he scooped me up and carried me to the couch.
With our mouths still fused together, Jake sat. He tugged on my hair to align my mouth where he wanted it, and I moaned. Sparks burst everywhere he touched me, and I craved more.
We both groaned when I turned to face him and straddled his lap. I rocked against his erection and gasped when his hands tightened on my hips. Jake tore his lips away and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck.
“God, yes,” I panted.
He swallowed my moans while I dry-humped him. I cried out again when he squeezed my ass cheeks. Then he controlled my body until he rubbed my center over the ridge of his straining cock. It was unbelievable.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “Grind your pussy on my cock. God, you’re so sexy. I dreamed about you like this.”
His words sent me to a higher plane of arousal. We were on the same page.
When he cupped one of my breasts, I let out a keening, high-pitched wail. Jake’s mouth closed around my nipple, and he sucked it through the material.
Starburst exploded through me when he gently bit the sensitive bud, and my head flew back in a soundless cry as I came apart.
Jake’s other hand clutched my hip to hold me in place. He thrust, and I cried out when his cock rubbed against my still-swollen clit.
Grunts and moans filled the room. Both of his hands were locked on my hips, which he used to control my movements. I was so wet, I soaked his pants, and the idea thrilled me. I love the thought of marking him with my arousal.
“God, Jake, your cock is rubbing me perfectly,” I whimpered. “You feel so good between my legs.”
He thrust harder at my words, and it gave me ideas.
“That’s it. Rub my pussy along your big, hard cock. You feel so good, baby. You’re gonna make me come again.”
Dirty talk wasn’t my thing; it made me self-conscious. However, Jake’s obvious enjoyment thrilled me. He worked me over his ridge, and I narrated my arousal. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me in place for one final thrust.
He let out the sexiest groan I’d ever heard as he came in his pants, and that was enough to send me over again. Holy shit, we dry-humped each other like a pair of teenagers, and it was so fucking hot.
“Oh my god,” I laughed once my brain worked. “If it was that good with our clothes on, I can’t wait to find out what it’ll be like once we get naked.”
