Page 220 of The Reluctant Hero

“We can start slow. Once a week you can surprise me. Don’t tell me which day.” He nuzzles into me, slowly applying enough weight to shift me again. I’m almost on my belly.

I start cracking up helplessly at this odd seduction technique. “No.”

“I think I have enough cameras for the angles I’m imagining.”

“Jake.”

“I should buy more.”

He sounds so serious. Nowhere in this mansion will be safe by the time he’s done. I’m surprised it isn’t that way now.

“I’ll tell you where a few of them are so you can play back.”

Interesting idea. My hips move, applying more pressure to the heat of him behind me. I’m pressed belly down with his weight on top before I can blink.

“No.” I have to turn my face to the side so the word can come out unmuffled.

“I’ll text so you know I’m watching. Or not. Keep the mystery alive so it doesn’t get stale for you.” He nips my neck and drags his tongue across it like he’s soothing the sting away. My ass moves on its own, meeting his taunting rub over my pants-covered skin.

“You aren’t serious.” The amount of heavy breathing I’m doing is embarrassing.

His arms are pulled from around me, and he braces himself to sit up. The lack of heat is a little uncomfortable. For a second, disappointment washes over me, and I’m calling myself an idiot.

Then he sits back on his heels, and his hands cup my hips. His fingers tighten and then move up underneath my shirt to smooth across my skin. I didn’t bother with a bra when I went to bed. He explores my skin, lightly dragging his nails all the way back down to the band of my jeans. His fingers curl into it and pull me back to meet him.

Is this happening right now?

Unsatisfied with the angle, he moves his knees between my thighs, spreading them wide.

When he pulls me back again, he groans at the contact, thrusting a few times before he releases me again.

“Take the top off for me,” his voice is rough, his breathing getting choppy.

Ok, this is happening right now.

I hesitate, my thoughts trying to overwhelm me and shut this down. In absolute defiance of my own brain, I take my shirt off.

He doesn’t hesitate to let his hands wander. He touches every bit of me he can reach. His chest meets my back as one hand cups my breast and rolls the nipple. My breath sighs out of me. His hand is a release of tension that has me rolling my hips under him. He plants soft kisses across my shoulders, flippingmy hair out of his way. He settles his teeth at the juncture of my neck and spends time there biting and kissing at random intervals.

The feeling of his squeezing hands and the plucking of his fingers over my nipples has brought my arousal from ignorable to ready for more. I don’t protest when his hand disappears and begins working on the snap of my jeans. His chest is heaving against my back as if he’s losing control.

He rears back, thrusting himself against me as both hands yank the fabric apart. They dive inside, startling me. I didn’t think he would have enough room. Then I hear the fabric tear. My eyes widen when his fingers settle over my core outside the silk panties and start caressing me.

His hips still, and I can feel a shudder work over him.

“Aus. Jetzt.”

Before I can ask him what he’s saying, he disappears. I’m frozen in place with surprise with no idea what’s going on. I hear the rustle of fabric, and then his hands are back, roughly working my pants over my hips, dragging my underwear with it.

I start helping him, rolling to my back to work the denim off.

He gets distracted at the sight and fondles my breasts as I struggle. He looks dazed as he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I gasp and wrench out of the pants, my shoes falling off the end of the bed.

“Jake,” I whisper. A hint to get the hell over here that he ignores.

He keeps sucking, switching nipples. His hand caresses down my body and finds my thighs open. His fingers delve through my curls to play in the moisture there. Two fingers thrust inside easily and stay still. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit until I’m gasping for air.

I clench his hair in one hand, tugging him away. He transfers his attention to my lips, kissing me with a wet heat that drags a moan out of me. At the sound, his fingers move inside me.

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