Page 55 of Worthy Now
“I can honestly say appreciation was the furthest thing from my mind. But if you’re ready to get out of here, I think I wouldn’tmind showing you just how appreciative I can be,” I whisper in his ear, before I pull back to hit him with the full force of my hungry eyes.
“Damn, woman,” he growls, giving my backside a firm squeeze. “We better get off this stage before I end up giving the audience a show they didn’t ask for.”
I release a husky laugh and drag him across the dance floor to bid our remaining wedding party goodbye. When I glance over my shoulder and catch him bite his lip as his stare lingers on my ass, I’m once again reassured I made the right choice with this dress and pull him in for another scorching kiss.
“I’ve gotta say. Being married is pretty great so far,” Jake tells me in a low, sexy rumble as he presses himself against me, allowing me to feel every hard inch of him.
“Oh, honey,” I taunt, patting him on the cheek and flashing hima cocky smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
As soon as the front door closes behind us, Jake is on me. He uses his big body to pin me to the wall and drags his lips over the length of my jaw and down the column of my neck in a way that has my toes curling in my stiletto pumps. We’re frantic with need, hands roaming, lips searching, as we move our hips in tandem in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache.
“Goddamn it, Tessa. I want you so bad.”
I bury my fingers in his thick curls, head falling back on a moan when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot right below my ear.
“I’m right there with you, big guy. But let’s take this party upstairs,” I pant as I half-heartedly push against his chest and marvel at the way his pecs move under my hands.
“No time. I need to be inside you right fucking now,” he growls, hiking my leg up and wrapping it around his hip before he grinds himself against my core. I want to object, but his talented fingers are already traveling up the inside of my thigh to push my soaked panties aside. He runs a fingertip through my slick center, before swirling it around my clit with a featherlight touch. My moan of pleasure can only be described as animalistic.
“Fuck, Tessa. You’re so damn wet,” he rasps against my ear, his hot breath making me shiver.
“Anna and Jude could be home any moment,” I bite out while I still have the presence of mind to reason with him. But it all goes out the window when he slides a thick digit inside of me and begins pumping it in a slow, agonizing rhythm. The palm of hishand presses against my sensitive nub, adding the kind of delicious pressure that has my eyes rolling into the back of my skull.
“Anna and Jude are staying at Carter and Megan’s tonight. I told everyone not to set foot in this house until at least noon tomorrow if they don’t want to risk losing a limb. Now, stop worrying and enjoy the moment,” he orders in a tone that has me wanting to obey before he claims my mouth, and I stop thinking altogether. We break apart panting, as Jake’s baby blues swirl with dark desire. He takes his hand off me just long enough to unbuckle his belt and shoves his slacks and boxers all the way down to his ankles. Then he takes a calculating step back, meets my unfocused eyes and gives his hardened length a slow, sensual stroke, knowing damn well I freaking love it when he puts on a show. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches under my dress, grabs a hold of my lace thong and tears it clean off me. I gasp, wildly turned on by his signature move, but also making a mental note to myself to stop purchasing pricey lingerie. With a cocky smirk, he brings the torn fabric to his nose and inhales. My jaw goes slack at the primal display. Never have I been more turned on than I am at this moment, and I almost come on the spot when his lids flutter shut on a guttural moan.
Without warning, I jump, wrapping my legs around him and diving in for another frantic kiss. Jake catches me easily, shoving me higher up the wall and taking hold of his rock-hard cock. Draggingthe head through my wet center, I whimper with need when his satiny skin slides over my swollen clit over and over. My hips surge forward in a silent plea for more, and my thighs begin to tremble as pleasure builds and begs to be released. A desperate groan rises from my throat, forcing me to dig my teeth into my lip to keep it contained.
“Don’t you dare come before I’m inside you,” he orders, pressing his forehead into mine and staring straight into my soul. “I want you out of your mind with need. I want to hear you beg and scream my name before I let you come all over my dick. Is that clear?”
Holy guacamole, he’s so damn hot when his dominant side comes out to play.
I nod and release a surprised yelp when he lines himself up and pushes inside me so hard my head bangs into the wall.
“Oh my God, Jake,” I moan when he draws his hips back and thrusts forward in a display of raw male power, holding me up with one arm while his fingers curl around my throat.
“You feel so damn good. I don’t think this will last long,” he grits out between clenched teeth while he pumps into me in a punishing rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” I demand, swiveling my hips and drawing a tortured sound from his chest. He works me over for what feels likeforever, pounding into me and making me bounce so hard I feel my brain slosh around in my skull. Sweat runs down my cleavage, and all I can do is hold on to his powerful biceps while he gets us to the finish line. Without warning the walls of my pussy convulse around him, causing his movements to falter.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he grunts, squeezing my throat at the same time he reaches between our slick bodies and gives my hardened nipple a painful twist that sends me over the edge.
“Fuuuuuck,” I wail as my greedy pussy milks him for everything he’s worth. Jake releases an animalistic growl and his whole body jerks with the force of his release. Then he goes eerily still. Dropping his forehead to the cold wall beside me, he takes a moment to catch his breath.
“I think you broke me,” he mutters, repeating my own words back to me before kissing the tip of my nose. Still holding onto his muscular arms, I slowly lower my feet to the ground. My legs feel like wet noodles, and I don’t trust them to keep me upright.
“I broke you? I think I might have a concussion. Maybe you should wake me up every couple of hours, just to be safe.”
“I was planning on doing that anyway,” he tells me with a playful wink as he pulls his pants back into place, leaving his belt to dangle. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” I say, bending over to collect my ruined thong so I can dispose of it. Rule number one while living with a teenager. Leave no evidence behind.
“Let’s go see what the fridge has to offer. We need to keep our strength up. Can’t half-ass it on our wedding night.”
“Can you believe we’re truly married?” I ask, sliding onto a barstool by the kitchen island where I watch my husband pull out the ingredients to what I hope to be his famous turkey club sandwiches.
“Not really. I mean, I’ve pictured this day so many times, but I’d pretty much given up on it ever becoming a reality. Now that it’s actually happened, it almost feels surreal.”
I shake my head and lower my eyes to the counter. “We were so damn stupid.”
