Page 63 of Love on the Vine
“Fuck, I need to get a condom,” he groaned as he nipped at my neck then stepped away. I lay back on the table, completely wrecked, my body still throbbing. What had he done to me?
“I need you, Jake. Now.” I was out of my mind with need, and he was taking so long. Finally he was back, pushing my legs open to stand between them. I lunged up at him, tasting myself on hislips. Frantic now, I clawed at the zip of his trousers, lowering them over his taut ass. My fingers slid over his hot, thick shaft.
“Jesus Christ, you feel good.” He gripped my hips as I rubbed the head of his cock against my wet pussy. “That’s it, baby, take what you need.”
That’s all I needed to push me once again over the edge. Another orgasm rippled through me. Or maybe it was the same one. I couldn’t tell.
Holding me still, Jake rolled on the condom and eased inside me. He was big, but I was more than ready for him. Even still, I could feel him stretching me as he slid in deeper and deeper until he was seated firmly inside me.
“You okay?” he asked, a note of desperation in his voice. I could feel him tremble as if he was holding back.
“Yes,” I said weakly, amazed I could even speak. “You should know before we do this, I’m not on the pill.”
He nodded. “I’ll be extra careful then.”
His fingers gripped my hair as his tongue swept inside my mouth and he pushed me down to the table. Then, standing at the edge he slowly began to fuck me.
As our bodies moved against each other the air grew thick, almost impossible to breathe. Jake pulled back, watching his cock slide inside me again and again.
“Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, then slid his hands under my back, supporting me as he lowered his head to my breasts. I pulled him down on top of me, so I could feel the weight of him on me, in me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him to sink into my very soul.
He pressed his pelvis against mine, driving into me harder and faster, until I felt another orgasm building.
“Yes, yes, like that,” I whimpered, and Jake grasped my hands above my head, pinning me to the table. He continued to drive inside me until I was coming again, stunned and boneless.
“Olivia,” he groaned as if he was in pain and went motionless as he collapsed against me, his forehead against mine, sticky with sweat.
When our breathing slowed to normal, he kissed me gently then rolled onto the table next to me, lacing his fingers through mine. My whole body felt limp and content.
“Well, that was the best meal I’ve ever had at this table,” Jake said, kissing the back of my hand.
“Oh my God.” I laughed, just as a clattering noise out on the terrace startled us both.
“I swear if that fucking cat pounces on us, I’m going to toss it over the wall,” Jake grumbled.
I giggled then squealed as he stood, dragged me up into his arms, and carried me off toward his room.
Chapter 21
JAKE
If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be spending a weekday morning toting a straw basket around the market in Moustiers, I would have told them to fuck off. Why would I spend the prime workday hours on a task that I paid Chantal to do? Yet here I was, sniffing melons and fondling artichokes. And I was enjoying it.
In my pocket, my phone buzzed. I knew even before I read the message that it was from Jin. I still hadn’t responded to the last text he’d sent me.
Jin: Since you’re not answering your emails or your phone, I can only assume you’re dead . . .
I rolled my eyes and typed back:We’re taking a break for the rest of the summer. Go to Bali, Jin, you deserve a vacation.
Jin: Has your phone been hacked?
I snorted. He wasn’t far from the truth. These days, it felt like another person had taken up residence in my body:No, I’m serious. Only call me if it’s an emergency.
Jin: And who should I thank for this unexpected holiday?Is there anything else you want to tell me . . .
Not a chance. There was no way I was telling Jin that I’d been ignoring him for over a week because I’d developed a new addiction.
I’ve never been addicted to anything before. Tried smoking, didn’t take. Never consumed alcohol in excess, which is surprising, I know, given my profession. Never got into poker or video games. Even my dedication to work wasn’t really an addiction—I wasn’t compelled to do it. And if the past week was any indication, I was perfectly capable of not thinking about my business at all.
