Page 91 of Sex Coach

"You don't get to decide what I need and don't need," he said, easing in closer. "The past few days, it's like there's a hole in me. Seeing you filled it, but every time I think about how I hurt you, every time you look at me like you are now...that hole gets bigger again." He rubbed his lips against mine. "Let me fix this, Michelle. Tell me how to fix this ."

"I didn't go to the press ."

"I know that." He touched his forehead to mine. "I should have known that all along. I don't...my mind is playing tricks on me. I don't handle fear real well and when I saw the story...I was wrong. Plain and simple ."

"You were an ass ," I said, my voice breaking .

"I was." He kissed one eye closed, then the other. "How can I fix this ?"

But I didn't know what to tell him .

How could I explain that I'd been missing him like I'd miss breathing ?

How could I explain that his lack of trust in me was like glass in my heart ?

I just didn't know .

"Let me fix this," he said again. This time, it was against my lips .

Weak already, I moaned, and when he flicked the seam of my mouth with his tongue, I opened for him. He pushed his hands into my hair, tugging my head back as he deepened the kiss .

Starving for him, I reached up and twined my arms around him .

I'd probably been lost to him the moment he said my name through the damn speaker .

Why had I even bothered trying ?

As skilled hands stripped my clothes away, I fumbled with his coat, then his t-shirt. I shoved them out of the way, dropping them to the floor, forgetting all about the glass .

It crunched under his boots again as he picked me up and turned, putting me down on the island. The marble was cold against my naked skin, warming quickly .

"Let me..." He muttered against my lips, kissing a hot path down the midline of my body until he bent over me, his mouth level with my core. Jake licked me, and I felt it throughout every inch of my body .

Arching up to meet the next stroke, I curled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "Please," I whimpered .

There were no teasing, taunting, tempting remarks from him this time, just a low, hungry noise as he closed his mouth over me and kissed me square on the cunt before shifting higher and focusing his attention on my clitoris. A rough hand smoothed up one thigh, seeking out the folds between my legs. As he speared two fingers deep inside, I felt the first warning tighten inside me, already .

It was like I was an instrument keyed only to his touch .

He pushed up with those two fingers, applying pressure to my G-spot, and I cried out, my nails scoring his scalp as I worked myself against his mouth and hand .

"Please," I whispered, panting. "Please...please...yes !"

The orgasm hit hard and fast, and he continued to pump those fingers, tease my clitoris all the way through, bringing me back down slowly and drawing every last bit of pleasure from it that he could. By the time he began to kiss his way back up my torso, I was so drained, I could have fallen asleep right there .

Or maybe not .

His lips sought out my ear .

"I want you. Right here. Right now. Can I ?"

Sleepily, I lifted my lids and focused on that beautiful face. "I'm pretty sure I haven't been giving any mixed signals ."

"Tell me yes," he said, his teeth catching my earlobe and tugging .

"Yes..." It came out of me on a shuddering sigh, and I moaned as he traced his tongue along the shell of my ear before pushing up on his hands .

I watched as he freed himself from the confines of his jeans, wrapping a long-fingered hand around his cock as he looked down at me .

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