When she collapses against me, completely undone, I brush my soaked fingers over her mouth, then taste it like I’m starving for her.
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EMMA
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
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JAKE
Hands under her ass cheeks, I lift her off the counter.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. "Where are we going?"
Her voice is hoarse and husky, and my balls tighten. "My room." I'm already moving, carrying her through the kitchen and down the hallway. "We've never done this in a bed."
She makes a soft sound against my throat. "No. We haven't."
Barns. Truck beds. Dark corners where no one could find us. Always quick, always desperate, always with our clothes half on.
Not this time.
This time, I'm taking my time with her.
Well, I will the second time.
I kick open my bedroom door and carry her inside, kicking it closed and laying her down on the bed. She looks up at me, her hair spread across my pillow, my shirt riding up her thighs, and I have to take a moment just to look at her.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I watch her watch me take them off. She licks her lip as if she’s thinking about licking me, and I run a hand down my length, squeezing to keep it under control.
She lies back, opening her arms. “Jake.”
She says my name like it belongs to her, and fuck if that doesn’t do something to me.
“Come here.”
I climb onto the bed and cover her body with mine.
She arches up into me, and my cock fits right between her legs, notching against her hot pussy.
"Jake," she whispers again, rubbing herself against me.
I kiss her—slower this time, deeper. My hands slide under the shirt, pushing it up, and she lifts so I can pull it off.
And then she's bare beneath me—completely bare—and I nearly lose my mind.
Want her so bad.
Want to make this good for her more.
Getting myself under control, I lower my head and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking, and she gasps, her back arching off the bed. I work her back up slowly, deliberately, kissing and licking and tasting, back and forth between the tips of her breasts until her nipples are puffy and swollen. Her hands are in my hair, and she's making soft, desperate sounds that drive me insane.