Page 90 of Five Alarm Kiss

She dutifully raised her arms.

When the cool air hit her heated skin, she shivered, and her nipples puckered.

“Turnabout is fair play,” she heard Jake murmur, before he pushed her bra off her shoulders, then bent to take one of her dusky peaks into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, like she’d done to him, then sucked while he palmed the softness of her other breast.

When he switched his mouth to the other side, Laurel moaned and arched against him. She was too aroused to be embarrassed that she was topless.

“Zipper,” Jake rasped, lightly biting her hardened peak before sucking again. When she didn’t do as he’d instructed, he grasped her wrist and directed her hand to his waistband.

“Fudge,” she breathed. With trembling fingers, she pulled the zipper tab, listening to the scrape of metal as she drew it down.

Jake’s mouth pulled up on one side. “Do you realize you swear in food?” he asked, removing his sneakers and socks, and shucking off his jeans.

Laurel didn’t respond. She was too busy taking in the fact Jake was now standing before her in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs tented by his huge erection.

“It’sfudgingcute,” he said, stalking toward her like a panther hunting its prey. He didn’t stop advancing until the back of her legs hit the bed. “Hope you’ve got a few more desserts lined up…” He peeled her leggings down as he kneeled, directing her to step out of them. “Cuz I can’t wait to hear what you say when I do this.”

Before Laurel had time to contemplate his last comment, he latched his mouth between her thighs and tongued her through her panties.

She gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair to keep from falling over, holding on for dear life as he continued to torture her through the cotton material. Without warning, he yankedthe panties down her legs and resumed his position, dragging his tongue up her bare slit.

“Holy cranberries!” She jerked in response to the contact, falling back onto the bed.

He chuckled. “‘Cranberries,’ huh?” Throwing both her legs over his shoulders and holding her in place, he began licking her sensitive flesh, alternating between targeted swirling and long, deliberate strokes with his flattened tongue.

Oh, my ever-loving…

There weren’t enough sweets in a candy store to describe the delicious sensations he was making her feel.

Laurel’s lower half was suspended off the edge of the bed, fully supported by Jake’s shoulders and hands. She gripped the bedspread for leverage as he continued his onslaught, nearly punching her nails through it when he penetrated her with his tongue.

“Jake,” she panted, stuck in the vortex he’d created. A maelstrom of carnal urges and excruciating pleasure built in intensity the more he worked her. When her legs started shaking, he redirected his attention to her swollen clit and sucked it into his mouth. Instantly, a scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm thundered through her.

She hadn’t caught her breath and was still seeing stars when Jake moved them fully onto the bed.

“Not a bad scream, Princess,” he told her, brushing away a strand of hair that had caught on her eyelashes. “But I don’t believe I heard my name.”

“Jake, I?—”

He silenced her with a kiss. Slow. Deep. Stirring up the whirlpool of need within her again.

“That doesn’t count,” he said in a husky voice, nuzzling his cheek along hers, breathing her in. The days’ worth of stubbleon his jaw felt scratchy against her smooth skin. “You still in this with me?” he asked.

The change from commanding dominance to tender concern melted her heart. She’d never met anyone who was such a dichotomy. He, plain and simple, obliterated her defenses and any lingering reservations she may have had left.

Instead of responding, she reached down and grasped him through his boxers.

Jake groaned. “Good answer.” He moved her hand underneath the material, putting Laurel’s palm into direct contact with the satin-covered steel beneath her touch.

She curled her fingers around his thick length and began pumping up and down.

“Really good answer.”

Cupping her cheek, he turned her face toward his and claimed her mouth. She was so lost in the kiss, she forgot to move her hand.

“Did I tell you to stop, Princess?”

Laurel’s cheeks heated when his hand covered hers and moved it along his length a few times until she took over.

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