Page 42 of Love & Rockets

“No?” He heaved a put-upon sigh and gripped her hips, his biceps bunching as he stilled her movements. “Okay, then we’ll have to do things my way.”

Before she could draw oxygen to ask what his way might be, he had her flat on her back. His mouth closed over one nipple, then the other, sucking hard.

He traveled down her body, trailing his tongue along the underside of one breast, then pecking his way along her ribs. He nuzzled her stomach, and she squirmed. His low chuckle vibrated through her as he kissed his way southward. He dipped his warm, wicked tongue into her navel and she nearly leapt from her skin. When he pressed an open-mouthed kiss below, she found herself willing to forgive him everything and anything. Even the tickly tongue lashing he was doling out.

Moaning, she circled her hips in what she hoped was an enticing manner as he buried his nose in the dark curls between her legs. If he’d paused an inch or two lower, she might have said the magic word. Or not.

She’d never been exactly sure how she felt about oral. Having had only a handful of sexual partners in the last dozen years, she couldn’t claim a whole lot of experience with either giving or receiving. The few times a man had actually gone down on her, she’d found the sensation simultaneously electrifying and mortifying.

Darla had never thought much of oral sex as a means to an end. What was the point? When a woman’s sex life was weighed against hourly babysitting rates designed to crush an already-straining budget, getting to the main event always seemed the better way to go.

But Jake didn’t go there, much to her mingled relief and dismay. Instead, he placed a loud, smacking kiss to the spot above her freshly groomed bikini line and lifted his body off her entirely, leaving her bucking and grinding against nothing but air.

“Where are you going?” she demanded.

“I need a minute. Keep yourself entertained.”

Darla’s jaw dropped as he rolled onto his side and reached for the drawer of the nightstand. “Keep myself entertained?” she repeated, indignant.

He laughed a soft, rumbling chuckle that seemed to come out of him with no effort whatsoever. “You said you were an expert at it.” He rummaged in the drawer a bit, grunted when he found what he needed, then slammed it shut a tad too forcefully. “The poor, lonely single mom.”

Grinning, Jake moved down until he knelt between her splayed legs. Darla fought the instinctive urge to cover herself as he took in every inch of exposed flesh. At last, he met her eyes with an expression patently and maddeningly smug.

“I bet you’re saving up to buy yourself a vibrator, aren’t you? Nothing too expensive,” he added with a somber nod. “Something serviceable, right? It is an appliance, after all.”

Then, without warning, he tweaked her clitoris with the tip of one finger and she gasped, her mouth falling open wide and her heart shifting straight into overdrive.

“Like that?” he asked in a husky, spellbinder’s voice. “Or maybe you prefer this?” Moving with a speed and surety shocking to her, he pressed her legs open and buried his face between them.

He came after her with lips, tongue, and teeth. Licking and stroking her until she spread her legs wider still. Drawing her clit into his mouth and sucking until she was sure she was going to burst into a billion pieces, then letting her go. With every purposeful lick, thrust, nip and kiss, he drove her to the point of blessed oblivion. With his breath blowing hard and hot over her wet flesh, he dragged her back down to earth.

His stubborn refusal to let her fly should have angered her, but how could she possibly resent him? Not when each swipe of his tongue made her feel like some kind of wild, wanton, sexy goddess allowing this mere mortal to sip from her. How had she ever felt the least bit ambivalent about this? Had any man ever actually done this before? Had any of her nameless, faceless lovers bothered to drag his tongue in those incredible, masterful circles? Or touched the very tip to the forbidden spot between her entrance and her ass?

He slid both hands under her and lifted her off the bed, squeezing and kneading her ass as he pushed her buttons and her boundaries. She moaned when he thrust his tongue into her and began to fuck her, but she cried out when he did the very same thing to her ass. “Jake!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“In me,” she panted.

Rocking back to sit on his heels, he grabbed the condom he’d apparently appropriated from the drawer and tore the wrapper. “That’s two words, but I’ll let it slide this time, seeing as how you’re not thinking straight.”

She laughed, but the chuckle ended on a moan as she watched him cover the thick head of his cock with the thin latex. “Shut up and do me.”

He grinned down at her, his lips and chin slick with her arousal. “Oh, it’ll be my pleasure,” he crooned. Grasping her hand, he pushed it high over her head, lacing his fingers tight in hers as he stretched out above her. “You sure you don’t wanna be on top?”

“I’m sure.” She sneaked a glance at him from under lowered lashes, but something about the faint sheen of her slicking his skin and the damp intimacy of their clasped palms made her suddenly shy.

He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he pushed into her, his forehead crinkling in earnest concentration. “Okay, but Darla, I want you to look at me.”

He called her out on her inability to meet his gaze. Pure stubbornness gave her the strength she needed. Tipping her chin up, she stared directly into those bottomless brown eyes.

“I’m not going to just ‘do’ you.”

She answered this pronouncement with a low, keening moan.

“I’m going to make love to you so slow and so good, you’re going to forget all about pleasuring yourself. And you’ll thank me nicely after.”

Darla couldn’t find the strength to resist the notion. She didn’t want to. Not when he smiled down at her and began to move inside of her. And, sweet baby Cheeses, could he move. The desperate edge run off in their earlier frenzy, he took her with slow, languorous strokes, making it abundantly clear he had no intention to hurry. She dug her nails into the hard muscle of his shoulder, but he simply drew her hand away and pushed it above her head too, stretching long against her.

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