Page 14 of Winter's Surprise
His eyes focused on her lips, and she mentally begged him to kiss her. When he didn’t move, Michelle rolled to her toes and placed her hands on either side of his neck. Her kiss was desperate, full of need and want.
The need to ease his pain and the want to have him as hers flooded her. This man was getting under her skin like no other before. It both scared her and excited her.
His teeth nibbled on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Ribbons of desire coiled around and down her spine to her throbbing clit. She moaned and pressed her breasts against him, needing to bring their bodies closer.
His hands glided down her sides and cupped her butt, then he lifted her against him. Michelle wrapped her legs around Jake’s waist and gasped into his mouth at the feel of his jean-clad dick against her. She should probably stop this madness but couldn’t bring herself to lie.
She wanted this. She craved this man.
Michelle grabbed at the hair on his head, which was wet from melted snowflakes, and kissed him harder. Jake moaned into her mouth as his tongue rubbed against hers. Her heart beat wildly against her ribs. Each touch and kiss from Jake was pulling her apart at the seams then putting her back together.
The feeling was unbelievable.
Jake held her against him and stepped away from the wall. Michelle trailed kisses along the stubble at his jaw and down his neck, where she teased his Adam’s apple. She opened her eyes briefly when Jake lowered their bodies.
Michelle tugged the throw from under her knee, tossing it aside before adjusting herself over his lap. She brought her hands to his face and fell into his eyes. Her breaths came quickly, and her heart pounded away with only his kiss and touch.
“What are you doing to me?” Jake asked, seconds before sealing his mouth to hers.
Michelle’s body was on fire. Jake’s fingers dug into the flesh at her hips, but no pain came. Her hips rolled on their own. Finding his hard thickness under her, she began moving over him. They had far too many clothes on, but she didn’t want to break their kiss.
His hands released her hips and found the button to her jeans. The sound of her zipper echoed in her ear as he lowered it. Jake lifted her so she leaned on one knee and laid her down on the couch.
He moaned against her lips. “What you do to me!” His hand grabbed and positioned hers, and she felt his hot erection trying to break free. It was a powerful feeling. Michelle loved that she could make him crazy.
“Michelle?” Jake called, forcing her to open her eyes. His hands grabbed the denim at both of her hips as he silently asked for more.
She lifted off the couch and helped him remove the cumbersome material. He removed her socks and kissed one toe and then the others. Each time his lips pressed against her bare skin, her arousal heightened.
Jake moved from her upper thighs to her exposed midsection. She bit back a moan of frustration and sifted through the silky strands of hair on his head. He continued lifting her shirt little by little and left kisses on the newly bared skin.
She watched his eyes darken with desire as he stared down on her after tossing her shirt aside. One of his fingers moved down her neck. Her body shivered with delight as he pushed aside one strap and placed openmouthed kisses along her skin before moving to the other side. With a flick of his fingers under her back, he freed her breasts.
No one had taken their time with her body before. It was both exhilarating and maddening. She needed him inside of her as much as she needed her next breath. Michelle unbuttoned his jeans, her fingers itching to explore his body, but Jake gently stopped her hands from doing more.
“This is about you, Elle,” he said and brushed his lips against hers.
No one in her life called her Elle. Coming from this sexy man, she loved it. It made her feel special and unique.
Any thought after that disappeared when his tongue swirled and flicked her pebbled nipple. Michelle arched her back, offering herself to him.
Jake suckled, nibbled, and teased each of her nipples. His free hand plucked at the sensitive flesh before cupping her heat. The feel of his heavy hand on her caused her hips to lift, trying to find the release she knew only Jake could give her.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped around her nipple. His fingers pushed the material aside, and a moan ripped from deep inside her when one thick finger slid through her folds. “Damn…” He groaned, pushing it inside her.
Her hips bucked off the couch when one and then two fingers slipped into her sex. It felt nothing like her fantasies. Jake pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and moved his fingers in and out of her.
She squirmed under him, her body coiling with every touch. Michelle was sure to explode in record time. Suddenly, he removed his fingers and she was empty and on edge. Jake raised himself, and her body became cold as he took his warmth with him.
He helped her sit on the couch, but she couldn’t form the words she needed to figure out what went wrong. When he chuckled, she considered kicking him in the balls.
“You really are gorgeous, even if you are plotting my murder,” he said before dropping to one knee and then the other. “You can’t deny it, Elle. I see it in your eyes.”
He put his hands on her knees and rubbed them up her legs. After grabbing her hips, he tugged her down, her bottom nearly falling off the edge of the cushion.
“Don’t kill me just yet,” he said with a wink.
Michelle watched his head lower, and her sigh turned into a deep moan as his mouth covered her core.
