Page 46 of A Taste of Trouble

Instead of a verbal response, Liv shuddered. The man was beautiful clothed. It was time for her to find out just how beautiful he was naked.

She popped up on her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. Her hands found his waistband. “You certainly are quite clothed.”

He started with the top button of his shirt. At least he tried to unbutton his shirt. He fumbled, the excitement seeming too much for him as he struggled to push the buttons through the slits.

“Do you need some help with that?” Liv slowly undid the shirt while kissing her way down his smooth, chiseled chest. The beat of his heart pulsed against her lips, steady and fast. She pushed it off his shoulders, revealing his strong chest. His pants hung low on his hips, which allowed her imagination to run wild as she traced the coarse black hair that disappeared below his waistband, revealing too much upper body for her to concentrate.

She released his belt buckle, letting his pants fall around his ankles, and at the same time, he slid off his shoes and kicked them away.

She felt the pull of desire again as she took in the sight of his body. A trail of coarse dark hair led her eyes to his bulge, but not before she noticed the small beauty mark just above his pelvis. White boxer briefs complemented his smooth, flawless skin, the color of well-creamed coffee. “Let's get rid of these, shall we?”

Sliding her hands into the waistband of his briefs, she tugged them down, exposing his long, pink length.

She positioned herself on her knees, kissing his mouth, his neck, making sure to lick and kiss every inch of skin along the way. She circled his beauty mark then lapped around his belly button. She was just about to take his nipple into her mouth when impatience got the best of him and he pulled her up, locking their gazes. He kissed her slow, hard, and deep. Despite her best efforts, Liv weakened. She could lose herself in his kiss, completely abandon all her senses, and let him hold her like this forever.

He grabbed her waist and twisted her body, positioning her on all fours away from him. Despite wanting this man desperately, she was thankful for the tiny reprieve she'd been given by not having to look in his eyes. She was too afraid of what her own might reveal.

She glanced over her shoulder and heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then watched as he slid the sheath down his length.

He positioned himself at her backside. The smell of latex and sweat was overpowered by the pungent scent of sex and desire that hung low in the air around them. He clasped onto her hips and slowly pushed his way inside. They both moaned at the blissful feel of their bodies uniting. Jake rested his chest flush against her back, his hot breath panting at her ear when he whispered, “Mine.”

He'd just raised the stakes to a level she had no intention of ever reaching. Possession. That was a strong word for Liv to swallow, but with the strength of his body on top of hers, she wanted him to take her. Take her mind, her body, her soul. He would brand her. And she would let him.

Jake cupped her breasts while his hips pulled back, then forward again.

“You feel so good.” His heavy words were hard against her neck. His nipples tickled her back as their bodies slid against each other with each thrust.

He was in command of her body, of the situation. Every touch, every move he made, elicited a primal reaction she couldn't control. She was his.

Liv cocked her head and met his hungry stare. “Jake?”

He lifted his torso from her back, the air cool against her skin, and gave her his attention. He looked so powerful kneeling behind her. Flames of desire flickered in the emerald green of his eyes.

She surprised herself when she said, “Make me yours.”

Those three words pushed all of her doubts away, unlocking any shred of resistance that might have been left.

Instead of continuing his thrusts, he separated their bodies and pulled her up, smashing her back to his front. He kissed her neck, then down to the crook, his mouth fusing onto her skin. His hands searched out every inch of her body, gliding over her breasts and mound, tickling the outside of her thighs.

She swung her arms back and cupped Jake's magnificent ass. Holding him closer, pressing his erection tighter against the small of her back.

He groaned, his mouth opened against her, and he bit lightly. A zing of pleasure pulsed through her body.

“I can't,” he whispered.

She tensed. Did he have second thoughts? It was too good to be true, someone wanting her as much as Jake did.

He pulled her away and gently laid her on the bed. “I need to see you.” His answer settled all the tension he'd created with those two simple words.

Jake spread her legs open wider with his knees as he settled between them, lowering his body, nudging her entrance. Liv wiggled her hips and he slipped in.

He smiled. “Impatient much?”

“Only when it comes to you being inside me.”

She wiggled a little more and he pushed all the way until he was flush against her core. He moved his hips in slow strokes, mind-blowing strokes, helping her orgasm build bigger and faster.

His hands found hers and he entwined their fingers, fusing their palms together on either side of her head. They were connected on so many levels, hand to hand, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis…and when he captured her lips, her heart clasped on to something she couldn't explain. She had connected with Jake more than just physically…but elementally, spiritually.

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