Page 52 of Look What You Made Me Do

Sliding her arms around his neck, she kissed him full on the mouth as she grabbed his T-shirt from behind and pulled. Within seconds they were both topless, both breathing hard as they just looked at each other, their hungry gazes devouring the playgrounds before them.

And then they were on each other.

Ella pulled on Jake’s shoulder, yanking him down and he climbed onto the table with her, dragging her into the middle as he went, pressing her into the felt, his lips plundering. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her hands, the muscles bunching enticingly. She’d forgotten how broad he was, how perfectly her hips cradled his.

His mouth moved lower, hot and wet, blazing trails, leaving devastation and pleasure in its wake. And when his whiskers grazed the aching tightness of her nipples, she writhed beneath the onslaught.

Ella needed him. Now.

Grabbing for the fly of his jeans, she tugged it open, her hand sliding into his underwear, wrapping her hand around his rigid cock. The groan that tore from his throat was so base, so male, Ella almost came from that alone.

She was vaguely aware of Kenny Rogers singing about being someone’s knight in shining armor as her hands pushed at her sweats and underwear. Finally disentangling herself enough, she wrapped her legs around his waist and demanded, “Now.”

His low chuckle buzzed against an impossibly taut nipple before he sucked into the heat of his mouth, dragging a moan from Ella’s lips.

Oh Lordy. Good… So. Good.

But she needed more than that. Tugging his head from her breast, she yanked his face close to hers. “I need you in me.”

“But—”

“I don’t want the fancy stuff. Not now. All I need is this.” She reached between them and grasped him again with rough hands, satisfied by his guttural grunt. “Inside me now.”

Ella didn’t care that she still had sweatpants and her underwear caught around one knee or that Jake had one shoe on and his jeans barely off his hips. She didn’t even care about the carpet burns she sure as hell was going to have on her ass tomorrow or the distinct possibility that Jake was going to have to have the pool table professionally cleaned.

All she cared about was him putting a condom on and pounding all that hardness into her over and over. And she knew she shouldn’t want it but it had been too long between drinks for them and she needed it.

In a way that wasn’t just sexual.

“Mmm,” he murmured, a smile on his lips. “I love it when you use your bossy teacher voice, Ms. Lucas, ma’am.”

As if to prove it, he was suited up in twenty seconds flat. Considering her ankles were locked around his waist and her tongue had gone to town on his neck, it was an impressive feat.

But then he was pushing inside her on a low deep groan and everything outside the pool of light ceased to exist. There was just their breathing and the combined knock of their heartbeats and the entwined heady musk of their arousal. The deep, hard thrust of him and her yes, yes, yes every time she clenched around him and the way every stroke hit that spot he was so good at finding.

The spot only Jake seemed to know how to find. No hand-drawn map, no GPS coordinates just – bam! Every damn time.

“God… Ella. You feel so good,” he panted as he gripped her bent knee, pushing it back further, lifting her foot off the table and thrusting again.

Ella cried out as the different angle went deeper and pulled down hard in all the right places, heat suddenly coalescing then bubbling and finally rippling out in ever increasing waves. She shut her eyes, trying to hold it back, wanting him to keep doing just that, just there forever.

But she could feel the tremble of his biceps beneath her hands and knew he was as close as she was. So she let it go, falling into an abyss of such intense pleasure she didn’t think it was possible to survive it.

Until Jake joined her and they came out the other end, together.

Jake woke the next morning to a hand sliding up his chest. He cracked his eyes open as Ella draped a leg over his thigh and snuggled her head into his shoulder. Her hair brushed his chin and he shut his eyes again. He’d only been asleep for a few hours and the post-coital buzz had set firmly in his marrow, leadening his bones and eyelids.

A smile touched his lips as his mind drifted back to their brisk walk from the bar to her place as the first blush of dawn streaked the sky. They’d slipped into the darkened house like teenagers late home for curfew and hit her mattress, Ella’s hand over his mouth, smothering his laughter, finally kissing him to shut him up. And then passion reigniting, racing to shed their clothes and do it all over again.

And again.

Ella Lucas was insatiable. To prove his point her hand drifted south and his smile grew wider. Very insatiable.

“You asleep?” she murmured, her hand traversing the flat of his stomach.

He grinned. “Not anymore.” Neither was his dick.

She trailed her finger across the soft vulnerable strip where his belly met groin and he moaned appreciatively, eager for her to stay and play a little longer.

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