Page 88 of For Fox Sake

“Hey.”

His head tips to one side. “Are you all right?”

In answer, I take his hand, and lead him away from Ari’s room, across the living room, into the master bedroom and shut the door.

“What are you?—?”

Then I drop to my knees in front of him.

“Holy hell.”

I unbutton his jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers far enough to pull his length out.

“Ryan. You don’t have to?—”

I take him in my mouth.

He hisses out a breath, his hands clenching at his side. “Scratch that. Ignore me. Do as you will.”

Oh, I will. He went as hard as stone as soon as I touched him. It’s thrilling how I can affect him so easily, just as much as he can affect me.

I take him into my mouth. Licking, sucking, teasing with my tongue, my mouth, my hands, driving him to the brink and then drawing away.

He watches me, his mouth ajar, his eyes glittering in the low light, lust a palpable thing between us.

He reaches down, pulling me up. “I want to be inside you.”

I want the same. More than anything.

Quietly, we undress. Clothing hits the floor, one piece of apparel at a time, until we’re both naked and gazing at each other.

As if it’s choreographed, we move at the same time. The moment our bare skin connects, we both gasp. His arms go around my waist, my hands grip his neck, fingers threading into his hair.

Our mouths connect, the kiss slow and deep. Every nerve ending in my body fires to life.

We get lost in each other, touching, savoring every sensation for a few long minutes, until we fall down onto the bed together.

There is nothing as glorious as tangling my limbs with Jake, our mouths searching, fingers exploring, playing with each other until we’re both delirious with desire.

I’m surrounded by a lust-fueled fog as he rolls on the condom and shifts back between my thighs. I wrap my legs around him, staring up at his face while he pushes inside me, just an inch.

He gazes down at me, our eyes locked, then he thrusts gently again, another inch.

My hands run up his arms, tracing the rigid muscles and then clenching on his shoulders.

Eyes still on mine, he drives in fully in one deep lunge and we both groan.

He blows out a breath and then his head dips, our foreheads touching. His mouth strokes against mine, a tender touch, and then we’re kissing while he slides in and out, slowly. I memorize the taste of his lips, his tongue against mine, the press of his hips.

He moves, driving into me in metered strokes, advancing and retreating, layering pleasure atop pleasure, heat chasing over my skin and sensitizing every touch of his body against mine.

Desire builds and builds. He moves faster, sensing the coming finale. He shifts closer, pushing his body exactly where I need it. That’s all it takes for me to splinter into a thousand fragments of bliss.

Jake shouts, shuddering, his arms tightening around me before he collapses, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

A tear leaks out of the corner of my eye, escaping into the cotton bedspread.

After a moment he rolls to the side, getting up to get rid of the condom before returning and drawing me back into his arms.

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