Page 21 of Crave

“Absolutely.”

“Good.” He grins. Definitely trouble. “Because I’vealwayswanted to boss you around.”

He brushes his fingertips over my belly, making me shiver. Then he takes hold of the elastic waistband of my shorts.

“Allow me. I’ve been thinking about doing this since this morning.”

I let him peel off my shorts. I’m so turned on that my juices cling to my panties as he skims them down my thighs. Naked, I snag my fingers in his boxers. They’re on the floor in seconds. And Jake is bare in front of me, showing every inch of skin.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe. “I love looking at you.”

His cock jerks as I stare, thick and veined.

“Just looking?” His voice is strained, his muscles clenched. He’s holding back now. Waiting for my next move.

“And touching.”

I run my palms over his shoulders, his chest. His skin is hot, smooth, and I wander over the dusting of hair on his chest and his tiny hard nipples. My fingers dip down his abs, seeking what I want most.

Finally, I stroke his hard, hard cock, velvety and big in my hands.

He groans, thrusting forward in response. Eager. Young.

I lean into him and we kiss. It’s sudden and surprising and sweet. He lifts my chin with his fingers as our tongues brush. When he cups my mound, I moan into his mouth. Fingers slide into my folds, finding my clit and flirting with my opening.

“What do you want, Jake?” I murmur when our mouths finally separate.

“To fuck you.” His breath brushes my ear. “Duh.”

I snort with laughter. He kisses my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids.

“I want to fuck you, Ella. I want to bury my cock in you and fuck you into next week.” His voice is charged.

God, his free hand is cupping my breast, pinching my nipple harder and harder. Any good sense I had was left at the curb with the trash bins this morning. I can’t stop caressing his hot cock and heavy balls.

“I know I gave you hell when I was a kid.” He drags his tongue over my neck. “Let me make it up to you.”

I’m panting, answering with my own tongue, sucking the salty skin on his neck until he curses and grips my pussy. I take his earlobe between my teeth.

“Will you make me come?” I whisper.

“Jesus, yes. You have to ask?” He swears under his breath. “Damn right I will.”

“I want to fuck you too, Jake.”

He kisses me again. And again it’s so sweet. We’re panting for each other, we both want it, but he’s not jumping on me — yet. Finally, he breaks free, his blue eyes glazed like he’s drunk.

“Lie down.” He points to the glass-topped patio table.

“Which way?” I ask saucily.

“On your back.” He’s flushed, grinning like he just won the lottery. “Spread your legs for me.”

He helps me up and opens my legs even wider once I’m sprawled on the hard surface.

It’s the same table that’s always been here. Memories from ten years ago push up against now. I focus on the man in front of me, whose eyes gleam with mischief that he finally gets to call the shots.

Bending down, he sucks on one puckered nipple, then the other, until they’re tight and aching. I dig my fingers into his lithe back.

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