Page 14 of Securing the Odds

Holy crap, why was that hot?

“Babe… Tammy?”

She reluctantly pulled her gaze away from the straining muscles in his forearm, her eyes meeting his.

“Come here.”

She was already there. Her confusion must have shown because Jake took her by the upper arms and pulled herthere.So close, she was pressed flat to him. Her nipples puckered, knowing only a thin layer of cotton separated them from the bare skin of his chest.

His hands moved from her arms down her back, pressing her impossibly closer on their way to her ass, where they stopped and squeezed. “It bears repeating, you’ve got a great ass.”

And then he didn’t say anything else because his mouth was otherwise occupied—with hers.

The kiss was not gentle. It was not sweet. It was hot and wet and deep and oh, so good.

His hand slipped into her panties, cupping her cheek, his callus roughened palm a tantalizing sensation against the smooth skin of her ass. She pressed her hips forward, seeking relief from the ache that was building. His groan slid down her throat. And she liked it so much, she surged her hips to hear it again.

He pulled his lips from hers, but before she could protest, he swept her into his arms bridal fashion and walked them to the couch where he set her down before kneeling on the floor in front of her.

His hands landed on her knees then slowly moved up her inner thighs, spreading her legs. “I’m going to make you come.” His eyes moved from the triangle of lace and satin between her legs, up her torso, to her face. “And when I do, I want my name falling from those luscious lips of yours.” His eyes zeroed in on said lips, and when she didn’t respond, he prompted, “Yeah?”

Out of habit, because she was nervous, or maybe just because they were the focus of his attention, her tongue came out, wetting the lips he was intensely staring at. In his position between her legs, she could take a logical leap at how he was going to make her come. Kevin had not been a fan of oral—well, at least not for her—so it had been a good long while, making her emotions a mixture of excited and apprehensive.

His eyes had moved from her lips, drilling into hers, waiting for an answer.

Taking a deep breath, she admitted, “If you’re, um, going to do what I think you’re going to do, I, um, have never come that way.”

She wasn’t sure what she expected his reaction to be, but definitely not the slow grin that transformed his features. “A first. I like that.”

Defensiveness was her first reaction to his cockiness. “You’re that sure you can make it happen?”

“Sweetheart, I’m positive I can make it happen.”

She didn’t reply. There was no argument. Her body and its reaction would show them the answer.

He didn’t remove her panties right away. Instead, he traced their waistband, skimming his fingers along the skin exposed where her t-shirt had hiked up. Her stomach muscles flexed, his touch so light, it tickled. She bit her lip, refusing to make a sound, lest he stop.

And, boy, she didn’t want him to stop. Her breathing grew shallow as he dipped his head, his tongue coming out to trace the line his fingers just made.

His eyes came back to her. “Grab the hem of your shirt. Pull it up over your tits.”

She uncurled her fingers from the edge of the couch cushion and did as told, inching her shirt up until her breasts were exposed.

His nostrils flared, his gaze lingering for a moment before he spoke. “Those are mine next. After I eat your pussy.”

Her sex clenched. No one had ever talked dirty to her before. She had no idea she’d like it so much.

His fingers hooked the waist of her panties. “Lift your ass, baby.”

She did, and he slid them past her thighs, over her knees, and down her legs to her ankles where she felt him untangle them from her feet. But he didn’t toss them off to the side. He very slowly, very deliberately, shoved them down the front of his shorts.

The smile he gave her was wicked. “That’s as close as I’m allowing my dick to get to your pussy. For now.”

That was the last thing he said before his hands were back on her thighs, spreading her wide, and his mouth was on her.

Her head fell back, hitting the top of the couch cushion, and she closed her eyes.

And what was her last thought before she was swept away on a sea of sensation?

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