Page 87 of Someone to Tempt
“Fuck no. I love it.”
He lowers both of us to the blanket and indicates he wants me on my knees, then positions himself so I’m straddling his face. It’s too much—too intimate—but when he licks me long and slow, a vague protest dies on my lips.
I don’t want him to stop, and he seems to have no intention of it. He kisses and sucks, then gently bites the inside of my thigh. If not for his hands cradling my breasts, I’d fall forward from the pleasure spearing through me.
He thrusts his tongue deep, and I cry out then sink lower on him. He groans his approval, the sound vibrating along my too-sensitive flesh. His fingers squeeze my nipples as he finds a rhythm with his mouth that has heat and need pulsing along my spine.He’s in control, but I’m the one to surrender—and I’ve never felt safer.
I’m not sure how he knows exactly how to touch and taste me to send me hurtling toward the edge of control, but I have enough experience to be grateful for his expertise and enthusiasm.
The cool air of the waning afternoon slices across my breasts when he releases them. He uses his thumbs to spread me wider and lightly sucks my clit. Without warning, the orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, and I can’t help myself—I’m grinding against his face like I have no inhibitions. Like he’s here to please me. And the power of it makes me gasp for air.
When my body finally stills, Jake kisses my now hollowed-out center before releasing me to slide down his body.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers.
“You’re so damn talented with your tongue,” I counter because there’s something in his voice that has my heart hitching even as it returns to a normal pace.
With shaky hands, I reach for the condom and roll it over his length.
“You need a minute, sweetheart?” he asks, placing those warm, calloused hands on either side of my hips.
“Need you,” I say and lower myself onto him.
He arches upward with a groan, and my nipples harden again. His thick cock is as deep as I can take, and we begin to move, Jake rocking into me as the tension starts to build inside me again, this time coming from someplace deeper.
That first release is still echoing inside me, but I let out a groan as his thrusts become erratic.
“Can’t make it last,” he tells me with a hoarse laugh. “God, what you do to me, Dixon.”
I press my hands on his muscled chest and circle my hips, rubbing my clit against him as he sits up to wrap his arms around me. His teeth graze my shoulder, and I’m gone again, pitching over a cliff without any thought of the landing below me.
Jake follows seconds later, groaning against the base of my throat and then trailing kisses along my skin, his embrace still tight like he’ll never let me go.
And even though I know it makes me the biggest fool on the planet, that’s what I want. To be his for always. That dream no longer feels reckless. It feels like coming home.
32
JAKE
How amI going to walk away from this woman? It’s the only question reverberating through my mind as Iris collapses on top of me.Every instinct in me screams that I can’t, but I ignore all of them.
I’d love to fool myself into believing we can make it work with my pitiful offer of a long-distance arrangement, but she deserves more. Look at how she’s put herself out there at every turn—not only for the sake of fun, but because she’s brave.
And I’m a goddamn coward.
Because even if I wanted to stay, it wouldn’t be enough. It’s never going to work when I haven’t even shared the biggest part of me.
My ego would like to believe the biggest part of me is currently deep inside her, but every fiber of my being is screaming at me to acknowledge the career I’ve kept a secret for so long. My writing is important. It defines me as more than the slacker so many people believe me to be—a role that’s been easy for me to play. Easy with everyone but her.
“Hey, where’d you go?” She cups my face with her hands and kisses my forehead.
“Pretty sure I died and went to heaven.” I move my hands up and down along her naked back as a shiver runs through her. “But we need to get you dressed and fed.”
She climbs off of me, and my body screams in protest as I let her go.
This isn’t the end, I remind myself. Not yet. And maybe it won’t have to end at all. I just wish I knew how to avoid that fate when the path forward feels too damn complicated.
I wrap the blanket around her, pull on my boxers and jeans, slip into my shoes, and carry her back to the truck.
