Page 45 of A Taste of Trouble

“Admit that you think about me as much as I think about you.”

She let out a hard breath and dropped her head. “I think about you,” she whispered. That was no lie. This man had whittled his way into her thoughts, her brain, her life, since the first day they met. An uncommon occurrence. “Even though I don't want to. I think about you. I wan

t you.”

There was something different about him. She didn't want to admit it. Too many implications. Too much fall-out. But maybe he was right.

“Do you trust me, Liv?” He played dirty. His hands returned to the space between her thighs, his knuckles caressing along the lace.

But she didn't answer. If she wanted him, she was going to have to give herself over completely. Was it something she could do?

“Let yourself go. Let me in. No more games.”

No more games? This had always been a game. At least that was what she'd thought.

“I want you more than I've wanted any other woman, but I need you to trust me. I need you to let me behind that wall.”

He had already pushed past her armor too much. Liv didn't know if she could let him in any further. Was she willing to submit?

“After tonight, gorgeous, you'll be mine. There'll be no turning back.”

She let a deep moan escape. God, she wanted this. Yes. She wanted to submit.

With every word he spoke, her heart raced. Her thoughts were unsteady. He had turned her inside out, questioning, losing control. And she was loving every minute of it.

“Yes!” The word flew out of her mouth, the key that unlocked her suit of armor. The key that unlocked her heart.

“Yes what?” He nuzzled her ear.

“Yes, I trust you.”

A smirk curved at the side of his lips. “Don't worry, gorgeous. This won't hurt one bit.”

Their eyes met and something inside her snapped. Whether it was her willpower, her desire, or the fortress she kept around her heart, she didn't know. But whatever it was welcomed Jake with open arms.

For the love of all cupcakes, please don't let this man take my heart.

He slid down her body and removed her black stiletto boots, the slow release of the zipper building her need for release. Then he worked at removing her skirt and thong, leaving her body clad only in black thigh-high stockings and bra.

Kissing up her legs, he took his time at the inside of her thighs. “You smell sweet, like vanilla.” The whisper of his hot breath teasing the short patch of hair covering her mound and the torturous touch of his tongue sent tremors through her body. His proximity threw all rational thought out the window. But she needed his touch. She needed his warmth.

He looked up from between her legs. A shiver raced up her spine at his laser-like stare.

There was something about being completely naked while a man was still fully dressed. And even though it meant the relinquishing of her total control, Liv had never been more turned on.

His mouth inched closer to the most deprived part of her body, but he never made contact. She fisted her hands against the wall, pushing out her pelvis, inviting him to touch, to taste. To do anything to sate her.

“Jake, please.” She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his shoulder, hoping the closer proximity would egg him on.

His lips grazed her slit, the slight pressure causing a flutter in her stomach. And when his tongue slipped out to taste her, she nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. Somehow, he knew just what she liked, the right pressure, her secret spots. It was like he'd studied a map of her body. He stroked up and down, in and out, working magic with his tongue.

But even more remarkable was the way he looked at her, as if wanting to ensure that she was comfortable, at ease. As if he could tell that she was somehow losing control. She was losing control, but God, did it feel good.

Her fingers ached to run through his hair. Instead, they tightened around his shoulders as he moaned into her center. The vibrations caused her to tip, careening over the edge of an explosive orgasm. She plunged into darkness as searing waves of pleasure burned white under her eyelids.

The friction of Jake's clothing rubbed against her naked body as he stood and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his body as he walked them to the bedroom. Their tongues tangled, desperate for each other, until he dropped her on the bed and she bobbed up and down on the mattress.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered. Jake leaned over the bed and reached to brush a now damp strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes. She turned to nuzzle into his palm. “I want you. I want everything.”

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