Page 25 of Embrace
Suddenly, his lips moved toward mine, and I placed my fingers in front of my mouth.
“Jake,” I said, warning him.
“Penina.”
My eyes fluttered closed to allow that dizzy feeling that occurred whenever he said my name that way to pass. “We can’t,” I said, allowing my eyes to softly open again.
My mouth was caught open as his finger trailed down my cleavage, sliding over my erect nipple so that his hand could grip my waist and draw me against him. “I’m not your brother.”
Breathe, Penina.“Then you’ve gotten the results?” I sounded winded.
“Yes, I have. We’re not related.”
I gasped. “No?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.”
Then our lips melted into each other. The delicious taste of his mouth, his strong and eager tongue, were driving me wild with lust. I grabbed Jake—or Asher—by the lapel of his crisp white shirt and jammed my mouth harder against his. The sexy sensation of his tongue hungrily circling mine made my head spin.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said breathlessly.
“Dr. Sparrow, Penina?”
I recognized the voice. We turned to see Deb watching us from a distance. She seemed out of place standing where she was. I guessed she had inched her way over to where we were to identify the impassioned kissers.
“Deb?” I asked, catching my breath.
“Good night, Dr. Glasgow,” Jake said, tugging me along.
I felt as if I needed to explain what she’d seen. However, my feet were determined to keep pace with Jake, and soon I chose to forget all about being in trouble with Deb for the night. I would deal with her in the morning.
We trotted across the lawn. I felt as if I were running on air. Every now and then, we stopped at a tree and made out profusely. We moved a little farther toward the front of the house, and he pulled the fabric of my dress from over my right breast and sank my nipple and as much of my flesh as he could into the warm, wet concaves of his mouth.
“Mm.” He grasped my waist and sucked on my tits more fervently. “Do you know how sexy you look in this dress?” he asked.
He put his mouth back on mine as the warm air of night cooled my wet nipples. Jake bent me backward, kissing me deeply. Finally, almost abruptly, he forced himself to gain control of his lust. I had done the same, only my head felt as if it were floating away from my shoulders as we made it to the front of the house and back to the limo.
The window’s up,the one separating the front from the back. Positioning himself between my thighs, Jake lowers me. We stare deep into each other’s eyes as my back presses against the spacious, soft leather seat.
His eyes narrow just a pinch. Our heavy breaths clash.
“How fucking dare you make me wait to do this?” he says, then his tongue invades my mouth again. I whimper as his full-grown erection digs against my soaked panties.
He touches me down there, and I stiffen. In and out, he’s finger-fucking me. My senses are on overload. I’m about to blow a gasket.
“You’re so fucking wet. I want to… fuck!” he shouts, lifting my dress, letting the hem bunch on my sternum.
He’s fast, snatching my panties off. Possessed by lust, he presses his shoulders under my thighs, lowering his face to my pussy. Then…
“Ahh!” I cry.
His tongue stimulates my pleasure spot, instantly sending orgasmic streaks through my mound.
When he plunges his tongue in and out of my wetness, the erotic sensation makes me shudder.
