Page 54 of Barefoot Lake

Alice peels back her hands.

“Touch me. Kiss me,” she whispers the command, but I’m still proud of her.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise before placing a kiss against the skin right above the button on her jeans.

I lick up to her belly button, where I kiss again. Her back lifts off the bed as she arches towards me. I slide a hand into the gap beneath her and flick open the clasp on her bra. I slide both of my hands up her body, pressing my thumbs under the fabric between her breasts where I pause.

She lifts her head to look down at me, frustration clear in her expression. I raise my eyebrows because she knows what I’m going to say.

“Tell me what⁠—”

She rips off her bra and grabs both of my hands, pressing them into her soft skin and moving one of my thumbs to brush against her hard nipple.

“I want you to touch me, Jake,” she nearly growls the order at me, and I can’t help but grin.

“There you are.”

I roll her nipple under my thumb, relishing the moan that breaks from her lips. I slide up her body to flick the other with my tongue, and she tightens the grip she still has on my hands. She’s warm and responsive, twisting and molding against me. One hand flies back to my hair and grips into a tight fist. I feel it like a jolt of electricity through my body.

I think I might be obsessed with this woman.

“Jake—” My name is a plea on her lips. “Jake. I need more.”

I give a sharp nip to the skin under her breast before kissing it after.

“Shh,” I murmur against her skin. “My needy girl. Whatever you want.”

“Please, Jake,” she begs. “I— I need you…”

“You never need to beg,” I assure her softly. I pinch both of her nipples, tugging them just a bit before releasing them. I work my way down until she sucks in a sharp breath, and my thumbs slip under the waistband of her jeans.

“Just ask. Do you want me between these pretty thighs?” I kiss that spot above my thumbs, and she groans.

She opens her mouth but says nothing. I nip the skin, not enough to hurt, and her head flies back against the bed.

“Yes!” The answer bursts from her.

As a reward, I pop open the button on her pants and drag down the zipper without further teasing. I stand to remove her jeans completely. She props her feet on the bed to lift her hips and shimmy them down. I pull the material off her legs, catching her socks and removing those, too, leaving her in a pair of charcoal cotton panties with a lace band around the top. She snaps her legs together as soon as her jeans are off, pressing her thighs against one another for some relief.

“Perfect,” I whisper again, reverently. “You are perfect.”

I take one delicate ankle in each hand and persuade her legs to separate so I can reclaim my place between them. I run my hands along her calves until I’m cupping the back of her knees. I feel unworthy with my calluses catching on her soft legs, running my thumb over a scar on her left knee.

“I fall down a lot. It’s fine.” Alice is impatient, and I love it. I press a kiss to the mark anyway.

I squeeze her legs and roughly yank her down until her ass is right at the edge of the bed. She squeals at the sudden change of position and props herself on her elbows in time to see me sink to my knees and drape one of her legs over each of my shoulders.

I turn my head to kiss the inside of her thigh and feel her shudder beneath my touch. A flush immediately stains her skin from my beard. I touch the spot softly, and her leg twitches.

“Ace… does that hurt?”

“I like it,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

I brush my face against her leg again, and she repeats her shudder, murmuring softly.

“You’re teasing again,” she complains. “I want you to touch me, please.”

I move my hands up her thighs and press my fingers under her panties until I can splay my fingers across her abdomen.