Page 37 of Baby Daddy Billionaire SEAL

Outside, the wind howled.

Jake pulled me onto his lap so that I sat astride him, our chests pressed together. At first, there was nothing remotely sexual about it—it was nothing but an attempt to bring us closer, to share the heat our bodies were generating.

But, gradually, I began to notice that the heat of his body was concentrated in one specific area.

He was hard beneath me, throbbing for me in the middle of the storm, and as always, my body responded. I was immediately wet and aching for him, and my need was even more powerful than the cold around me.

His hands continued moving up and down my back, slowly and calmly, as if he wasn’t worried about anything. His measured pace made me forget my own worries, and within minutes, I realized I was rolling my hips against him, grinding my body into his.

“There you go, babe,” he murmured in my ear. “Relax. Let it go.”

He might have been doing this to distract me from my worries. If so, it was working. I let myself ride him. The friction of his body against mine was driving my desire higher and higher, the heat of our bodies erasing the cold around us until I was able to all but forget about the storm.

“Think you’d feel better with some dick inside you?” he asked, his voice low.

I nodded, my cheek right up against his. “I think that would warm me up.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” He groaned. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to get you naked.”

“You don’t think we should go back to the plane?”

“Might not be safe. I haven’t had time to examine the wreck. We’re better off here. Besides, I don’t want you to run through the rain and get your clothes all wet. You’re going to want something dry to put on when I’m finished with you.”

It was too dark for us to see each other. The moonlight didn’t penetrate the cave. But I could feel him moving beneath me, and a moment later, I was aware of his bare chest against mine.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he murmured. “You’ll be warm enough without them as long as we stay close.”

I wasn’t anywhere near arguing with that. He lifted my shirt over my head, and I let it go without a fight, even though I had no idea where it had gone in the dark. I probably wouldn’t be able to find it again until morning.

His fingers found the clasp of my bra and unsnapped it deftly, and then his hands were on my breasts.

“God, Olivia,” he groaned, gripping them gently. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? To just—fuckingtouchyou? Do you know how long you’ve been on my mind?”

I arched my back into his grip. His thumbs grazed my nipples, and I shivered with pleasure. His hand found its way down to my swollen vagina, and pushed a strong finger against my clit, rubbing oh so gently.

“I’ve been so fucking desperate every time we’ve fucked,” he said. “Every single time, I’ve felt like I need to get inside you so fast. Even when I wanted to take my time with you and fully enjoy your body, I still was in such a rush… but tonight I’m gonna take my time, babe. I’m gonna draw this out.”

It was so sexy the way his voice seemed to come to me out of the darkness. I’d had sex with the lights off before, of course, but never in this degree of blackness, and I found I loved it. I couldn’t see what he was doing, I couldn’t anticipate his actions—so when his mouth closed over my nipple and began to suck, it was completely unexpected, and I cried out in shock and pleasure.

He stopped what he was doing long enough to speak to me, but he didn’t pull his head back, and I felt his lips moving against my breast.

“I want you to be loud for me,” he growled. “I want to hear you over the storm, Olivia. I’m going to keep going until I make you scream. Fuck, you’re wet, you feel so fucking good.”

My panties wereruined.I had nothing to change into after this—but I didn’t care. I chased my orgasm recklessly, grinding against him, needing more. His tongue massaged my nipple as his fingers found my other breast and traced circles.

A clap of thunder echoed outside the cave, startling me so badly that I jumped on his lap.

His hands came and settled on my hips. He pushed and pulled me back and forth, dragging me against him. He’d undone his pants at some point—I hadn’t seen that in the darkness—and he was hard and straining against me. I was so slick that my panties slipped out of place with every movement, and it felt as if he was about to slide right into me.

He stilled me with his hands.

Fuck, he was so strong. I didn’t want to be held still at all—I tried to keep my body moving—but he was so much stronger than I was that there was no hope for it.

“Slow down,” he murmured. “We have all night, babe.”

I shivered. This business of calling mebabewas new. I would have expected it to offend me. He was talking like I belonged to him.

But right now, at this moment, I wanted to belong to him. I wanted to let him fucking claim me.

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