Page 89 of Five Alarm Kiss

“Make you scream,” he told her, moving a hand between their bodies. He rubbed between her thighs, coaxing a breathless moan from her lips. “Unless you tell me not to… I’m gonna take you to bed and fuck you until you scream for me.” He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and continued fondling her. “Do you want me to make you scream, Laurel?”

Heat flashed in his eyes, like blue lightning in a bottle. And just like that, the balance of power tipped in his favor.

She whimpered and moved against his fingers.

“What was that, Princess?”

“Jake…”

“I didn’t catch that.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He applied more pressure. “Yes, what?”

She wanted him. She’d never wanted a man more, but all her newfound bravery fled when she was faced with speaking her desires out loud. “Yes, please?”

“Uh-uh.” He shifted her so he could slide his hand into her leggings, beneath her underwear. When he touched her this time, she cried out.

“The correct answer,” he rasped in her ear, “is ‘yes, I want you to make me scream’.” Trailing his fingers through her wetness, he ordered, “Say it.”

“Yes—” She gasped when he thrust a finger inside. “I want you to.”

“Want me to what?”

Fudge.He wasliterallygoing to make her say it. She wasn’t sure she could, but Jake demanding she speak the words…? That was fudging hot. This dominant side of his was driving her wild. It was like a spell bending her to his will, and she was helpless to resist.

“Make me scream,” she forced out.

“Good girl.” He added a second digit and scissored his fingers, stretching her before pushing them deeper.

“Oh, fudge! Jake, please make me scream!” Through the fevered haze his fingers were igniting deep in her core, it dawned on her that she was already screaming. Just not in the way he meant… yet. She had no doubt that if he kept doing what he was doing, she was going to come any second and scream whatever the heck he wanted.

With a smirk, Jake withdrew his hand and lifted her as he stood. Before she knew it, she was lying on his bed, and he was standing next to it. How had they gotten here so fast? Ten minutes ago, she’d been nervous to kiss him, and twenty seconds ago, she’d begged him to make her scream.

“What’re you thinking, Princess?” He reached behind his head and pulled off his T-shirt in one quick motion.

Thinking?How could she think with him half-naked in front of her?

Her eyes traveled down his body, taking in every hard plane and chiseled feature. When her gaze stopped at the bulge in his jeans, she wet her lips. She didn’t even realize she’d done it until he chuckled.

He undid the button of his jeans, but didn’t touch the zipper. After a moment, he said, “Can’t make you scream with jeans on, now can I, Princess?” He put his hands in his back pockets and waited. After a deafening few moments of silence, he asked, “You gonna do something about it?”

Her eyes flew to his. “You want me to…?”

“What do you want?” he countered.

I want you inside me.

He waited, his cool demeanor in direct opposition to the fire sparking in his eyes.

A dozen faltered heartbeats passed before it sunk in that Jake wasn’t going to budge. If she wanted this—wanted him—it was up to her to make the next move. Pushing herself into a sitting position, Laurel swung her legs over the side of the bed. She was shaking, partly from having to step outside of her comfort zone, but mostly because she’d never been more turned on in her life. Rallying her resolve, she stood before Jake. But instead of unzipping his jeans, she kissed his chest. His muscles tensed, and she quickly looked up to find him watching her. Never breaking eye contact, she placed another kiss onto his skin. Getting braver, she moved to circle her tongue around his nipple, making him hiss in a breath.

He ran a hand up her back and with a flick of his wrist, undid her bra.

Wow, he can do that through a shirt?

He grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled. “Up,” he ordered.

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