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It was crazy. It was all going so fast.
I was crazy, but there she was, curling her arms around me and nothing had ever felt so good.
Then my mouth was on hers, and she kissed me with such wild abandon and warmth that I was only seduced to take more. She was in so much trouble here. If she had any idea, she’d be kicking me out of here and let me fend for myself instead of trying to immolate me on the spot.
But, man, her hands were small, hot and sliding over my chest, and I was down for the count, going under. I’d gotten hard the instant she’d opened her mouth on mine and every instant after had only made my arousal that much more intense. I was a guy. I knew about getting hard fast, but this was crazy.
Crazy, hot and intimate. Something I desperately needed. “Sky,” I said.
“Um hmmm,” she murmured between kisses, and I couldn’t seem to form the words I wanted to say.
“I need…”
“I know,” she said, softly. “I know what you need, Jake.”
I couldn’t put two coherent thoughts together but what her words did to me was profound. There was something I wanted more than her mouth on me. More than her panting. More than her heat. It was the solace I craved.
Maybe I was feeding off the desperate edge I felt inside. Maybe I was reacting to all those thoughts I’d buried since I’d met her. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered except what we were doing to each other.
I moved to my side and let her slide down next to me, plastered to my body.
This wasn’t sex.
This was survival. I wanted to make love to her, and all she had to do was let me…let me—
I dragged her shirt off because I needed her nakedness against me. I wanted no barriers, not in this. I moved my hands over her, cupping her breasts, trying to tell her with every touch how beautiful she was to me, sliding my hand over the curve of her hip.
She was so perfect, the exquisite curve of her waist down over her hip and around her ass, which was another particularly amazing curve. She was covered in soft, aching curves. The most tantalizing was the one I slid my hand over at the juncture of her thighs—and it was perfect.
She gasped, a soft catch of breath, her hips lifting toward me—so sweet, and it was everything I needed to know. We were doing this and everything in me hardened for her.
Deepening the kiss, I gently parted her with my fingers and felt her groan in my mouth. I’d wanted to touch her so badly. I wanted to put my mouth between her legs and kiss her. Use my tongue on her until she came. I wanted everything, and it was all within reach. She was wonderfully, amazingly, erotically wet.
Chapter 10
SKY
Too good, too fast. I thought. Everything was ending up in the crazy as all get out column, getting out of hand, moving at a speed that left me breathless and craving more. And the things he’d said to me, the dirty talk, his forceful way. Anna Kate had instinctively known how he would be in bed. That kinda made me mad, but when I realized that Jake wanted me in this desperate way, it dissipated.
Somehow, kissing had turned into so much more, and it all felt so incredibly right, to let Jake, this man I barely knew take off my clothes and touch me this way, touch me everywhere. It felt like coming home after a long, long absence, and how could that be?
“You are so beautiful, Jake,” I said, and I thought he was the only man who could make me feel this way.
A small laugh escaped him.
He kissed my face one more time and lifted his head. A smile curved his mouth. He was hot and hard against me and he was smiling. That alone was beyond what I had ever hoped for this man. His smile did me in.
“You’re the beautiful, one, Sky, not me.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across my cheek. His hair was so soft, sliding down the length of my neck, across my collarbone, and drifting over my breast. Then his mouth was there, sucking on me.
When he brought his lips back to mine, they were warm.
“So fucking beautiful, taste so good,” he whispered against my mouth. “And tonight, you feel like a gift. It’s my only explanation.”
He didn’t have to explain. I felt the same thing, that he was a gift to me, something to hold on to, something to take inside myself—and I so wanted to take him inside me.
“Kiss me again,” I whispered, pulling his mouth back to mine. “Kiss me.”
He didn’t hesitate, kissing me over and over, teasing me with his fingers, playing with me, until I melted with a soft sigh that seemed to go to his head. Slipping two fingers inside me, he groaned, “You’re so damn tight.” He nipped at the underside of my jaw and laved his tongue down my throat. “If you feel this snug with my fingers, then my cock is in for a real tight fit.”
