Page 66 of Someone to Tempt
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
I lick my tongue along the length of his hard shaft, refusing to be the only one who receives this kind of pleasure.
“Iris, you don’t have to?—”
He chokes to a stop as I take him deeper into my mouth, and he mutters another curse. I draw back and look up at him.
“I want to, Jake. I want all of you.”
He’s adjusted the shower head so it’s hitting the wall, but the steam envelopes us, and his lids are at half-mast as his chest rises and falls.
“You’ve got me,” he manages with a raspy breath.
If I’m being honest, I’ve never felt comfortable with this kind of intimacy. There’s a level of trust in taking a man into my mouth. It makes me feel physically vulnerable, and I don’t trust people easily. Especially men.
But I love the taste and feel of Jake. The way he keeps murmuring my name like a prayer. The fact that I—uptight, awkward, stick-in-the-mud, Iris Dixon—can make a man like preternaturally charming Jake Byrne wild with desire.
And there’s no doubt I’m doing that to him. His hips have started pumping slightly like he can’t control himself. Because of me. It’s a powerful feeling, and I know enough not to take it for granted. To take this connection we have for granted.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he tells me. “So good, Iris. So fucking good.”
I might not have a lot of confidence in my own sexual skills, but I’m a quick learner. I revel in every moan and shudder that goes through him and adjust my rhythm in response. Then I reach up and cup his balls with one hand, massaging them gently. He rewards me with another string of cursing that’s strangely gratifying.
He jerks back suddenly and reaches around me to turn off the water. Before I can protest, he yanks me to my feet and lifts me into his arms.
“I’m just getting started,” I tell him, and he groans again.
“I need to finish inside you, Iris. And before I do, I’m going to make you come again. So fucking hard.”
He walks the two of us, soaking wet, out of the bathroom toward the bedroom across the narrow hall.
“I don’t think I have it in me to come again so soon,” I say with a laugh as I kiss the underside of his jaw.
“That sounds like a challenge,” he growls. “One I’m happy to accept.”
I smile as he pulls back the covers and lays me across the sheets, but then I prop up on my elbows. “Jake, I’m dripping wet. I need a towel.”
“You haven’t seen dripping, but we’re going to get you there.”
“Big talk,” I tell him, and his eyes flash with delight.
I’ve also never had this much fun in the bedroom. I’m not super experienced, but in the past, sex has felt like something serious. Not that this doesn’t mean something. It means far more than I’m willing to admit. But the lightness of it—the fun—surprises me in the best way possible.
Fun.
Is there anything that isn’t fun when Jake is involved?
Unbidden, the image of him walking away springs to my head.
But he’s no longer seventeen-year-old Jake who I watched drive away with my brother, both of them headed for the wilderness camp. The rehabilitation center was supposed to help them grow and learn from their mistakes, but sent my brother into a downward spiral he barely survived.
Right now, I see this version of Jake leaving me. Because that’s what happens when I love someone. They leave.
“Don’t do it,” he says as he climbs onto the bed and balances his big body over mine. For a moment, I feel like he’s invaded my thoughts and read my mind. “Do not leave me, Dixon. Get out of your head. We’re at this service together, and it’s just getting to the best part.”
He’s right, I don’t want to think about the past or the future. I want to enjoy the moment, the fun, and how we make each other feel.
“I’m right here,” I tell him and reach out to pull him closer.
