Page 77 of Take Me Home

“You’re gorgeous,” he cooed as he stepped back into me, ghosting his hands down my sides and kissing down my neck with an agonizingly slow speed.

“I could say the same of you,” I breathed, pushing his shorts down until he too was just in underwear.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asked.

“Oh, yes. No doubt in my mind,” I said. “And you?”

“I want you so fucking bad,” he gritted out, pulling me into a searing kiss. He wrapped his towel around my back and drew me into him until we were impossibly close together. I linked my leg around him and he abandoned the towel, lifting my thighs to hold me. Not missing a beat, he grabbed the box of condoms he’d retrieved from his truck and carried me into the house. He made a pitstop in the kitchen to place me on the counter and stand between my legs.

“How are you so good at this?” I moaned as he grazed his teeth over my collarbones and palmed my breasts.

“I’ve wanted you for weeks. I’ve had plenty of long nights to think about what I want to do to you,” he said, urgency in his tone. He raised his eyebrows when he met my bra clasp, asking for permission. I nodded, and he quickly threw the blue fabric to the floor, standing back in awe, panting as he took me in with his eyes.

“I knew those were perfect tits under there,” he said, his mouth inching from my shoulder down to one nipple, cupping my other breast in his hand. His tongue flicked over the pebbled surface, pleasure sizzling the circuits of my body. Those touches were almost too much to take, and we were just getting started.

“Take me upstairs,” I gasped. Jake didn’t hesitate, scooping me up and heading to my room.

We burst through the bedroom door, Jake steadily carrying me to the bed. His hard length bumped against me with each step, a tease of what was to come. I peppered him with kisses and nibbled the rough skin of his neck until he lowered me onto the bed. He tossed the box of condoms to the side, hovering over me to kiss me more deeply. His tongue roamed slowly over mine and he nipped my bottom lip. I arched up on a moan, which he took as an invitation to caress my breasts.

I thought I’d feel more bashful showing my body to him, but Jake treated me with such reverence that I felt glad to share myself with him. He rolled his hips to grind his erection along my seam, sending a shock of bliss through me.

“Wanna finish what we started last night, little deer?” he asked. “I was about to go all the way in that parking lot.”

He slid a finger into the crotch of my panties, asking “okay?” with his eyes. I nodded. He hooked his finger into the fabric and pushed it to the side, exposing me. He moved his body back over mine, gently teasing my clit with two fingers. I squirmed under his delicious touch.

“I know. I wasn’t trying to get a-arrested,” I stuttered. “One of us had to keep our heads on—God, Jake. That feels…”

I couldn’t coherently finish my sentence, only capable of sounds of torturous ecstasy.

“You want more?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. I gave some sort of affirmative answer, lost in my own body and his touch. His kiss was surprisingly tender as he plunged his fingers deeper.

He threw his head back and groaned. “Who got you this wet, Darcy? You’re killing me.”

Usually, dirty talk didn’t do it for me, but Jake was a wizard with his words. He was so appreciative, eager, and willing to put me first. The cumulative effect pushed my sensation further. I bucked my hips up into his hand, begging for more as his fingers curled inside me, again using his thumb on my clit. I gasped as my entire body tingled.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, a soft smile on his lips. “Let me get you there.”

“What about you? I haven’t forgotten you,” I said, drifting my hands down his abs.

“This is all I need right now. I love making you feel good.”

I heard what he was saying, but it was in stark contrast to what I’d experienced with any other partner. I wrapped a hand behind his neck, pulling him into a harsh kiss, while my other hand explored the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Impatient, little deer,” he scolded lightly, removing his fingers from me. “You’ll get your turn. I’m not done with you yet.”

To prove his point, he placed kisses across my breasts, stopping to suck my nipples into his mouth before moving more down my body.

“Here’s that tattoo,” he said, lifting up to study the image on my ribs. “What do we have here, a bear?”

“The black bear is the state animal of West Virginia,” I explained, “And next to it is the state bird and state flower.”

He laughed with a mixture of amusement and admiration. “Always a West Virginian, you,” he said, shaking his head and smiling as he ran his tongue over the ink, then trailed kisses down my side. His cock dragged along my body, every cell of me begging to take him in. Each kiss felt like a zap of electricity, each one leaving me wanting more.

He ran his nose along my jaw as he spoke. “I heard lots of delicious sounds out of you last night, but now I want the whole damn band,” he rasped, pulling back to meet my eyes. “Can I taste you?”

A “yes” that sounded so sultry I hardly believed it was my own voice left me. This was possibly the most I’d ever craved a man in my life, my desire off the charts.

Jake sat back and pulled off my thong, discarding it who knows where. I trusted him, but I still felt somewhat exposed. I pinned my knees together. He gave me a knowing smile.

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