Page 91 of Going All In

Hell, his cock had probably hardened in anticipation as soon as he’d heard her phone ding.

“What time is it?” she asked, pushing her sleep-mussed hair from her face and sitting up. The sheet pooled in her lap.

She was wearing one of his t-shirts. He’d noticed that she kept stealing his favorites, the ones that were well worn and soft.

He’d give her all of them if she asked.

“Late,” he said. “I should probably hop in the shower.” He climbed under the covers and pulled her against his body.

Her laugh washed over him. “You must be exhausted.”

“I was,” he said, brushing a kiss across her forehead.

“I mean, that delay was crazy. How bored were you? Did you get any sleep?” He leaned in, capturing her lips and ending her questions.

She sighed against his mouth, and he sank his hand in her hair, tightening his grip on her scalp.

Her tongue darted out to tangle with his, and he was lost in the kiss, slanting his head for a deeper angle and swallowing her moan.

He pulled back from the kiss. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. Road trips are the worst.”

She laughed, and then kissed along his jaw, nipping at the side and coaxing a growl from his lips when she tugged on his ear with her teeth.

“I missed you too. I meant to go home, I really did, but your bed is so inviting.”

“You’re always invited into my bed,” he said.

“Is that a pickup line?”

“Of course not,” he replied, sealing his lips to hers again. Not that he had any use for lines anymore.

He rolled her under him and snaked his hand under the hem of her shirt, his fingers trailing over her sleep-warmed skin. Skin he needed to taste. He sat back on his haunches and pulled her up, whipping her shirt off over her head while barely breaking the kiss. She smiled against his mouth, her laughter soft before it turned into a gasp as he leaned down and pulled one pebbled nipple into his mouth.

Her hands sunk into his hair, gripping his scalp. With that tension and his mouth on her breast, his cock strained against his boxer briefs, begging for release. Fuck, he needed her.

“Oh god. Yes. Jake.” The words fell from her lips, soft and raspy, turning him on even more.

He released one breast with a soft pop and moved on to torture the other. Her legs locked around his waist as she rocked against him, her heat branding him through her thin panties that he wanted to rip from her hips. He lowered her back to the bed and kissed down her stomach. Her muscles quivered under his touch.

He pressed kisses along her hip bones, tracing one finger under the edge of her panties, and she shuddered, her breathing louder with every moan.

“Oh yes. Right there.” She gasped when his thumb skated over her clit. He pressed down in tight circles, and she lifted her hips off the bed.

He ground his cock into the mattress, searching for a little relief. Soft curse words and guttural groans fell from her lips when he leaned in to taste her, to take her clit into his mouth with a gentle suck.

Fucking hell, he could never get enough of her.

Her hands tightened in his hair again, her nails sending bolts of pure lust through him with every scrape of her fingers against his skin.

He lapped up everything she gave him, and he slightly lifted his head to watch her writhe on the bed as he tormented her. It was almost better than being inside her.

Almost.

He wasn’t insane. Nothing would ever feel as good as sinking his cock into her tight heat as her muscles clamped down on him.

Fuck.

He wanted her to get off, but he needed to have her come around his cock.

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