Page 53 of An Unexpected Turn
“My God, you’re beautiful, Jake,” I croaked out.
A smile tugged at his lips before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and yanked me closer.
“Hands up,” he whispered as he lifted my sweater over my head. His blue eyes went dark as his heated gaze caressed my body. “So gorgeous, I’m so fucking lucky.”
The air was always charged between us, but this time, it was hard to breathe. Anticipation and desperation took over as Jake snapped, lifting me by the waist and dropping me onto the mattress, his mouth taking mine in a bruising kiss as he snaked his arm under me to bring me closer. I kicked off my boots as he unbuckled my jeans and ripped them down my legs. His mouth was everywhere, my body shifting beneath him as I swayed toward the trail of his lips.
“You’re soaked, Jesus,” he rasped in my ear as he slipped his hand inside my panties. My legs flailed back and forth as his fingers worked me over, swirling around my clit before pressing inside me.
“Jake,” I moaned his name as I sank my head into my pillow, unable to keep up with all the sensation. He pulled down my bra strap until I spilled out of the cup, taking my nipple between his teeth as he pumped his fingers in and out. Pressure pulsed between my legs and burst over my body, already so close to the edge it hurt.
“I feel you, sweetheart. You’re close, aren’t you?”
A strained noise I’d never heard fell from my lips as I nodded.
“Come on my fingers, beautiful.” He curved his fingers inside me as he sucked my other nipple into his mouth. “Ride my hand and come.”
I arched off the bed as I crashed, bucking into his hand. This orgasm was even more soul-shattering than the one against my kitchen sink. I rode the aftershocks and mewled into his mouth as he kissed me slow and deep enough to drive me out of my mind even as I was coming down from the high.
“No onesees that but me, sweetheart,” he croaked out as we both reached for the buckle of his jeans. “God, I wish I could watch you come every single day.”
I cut him off with a kiss. I wished for that too, but wanted to delay any nuggets of reality from barging into our perfect day.
He dragged my panties from where they tangled around my ankles. They landed on my carpet with a soft whoosh as he hovered over me, holding my eyes as his chest heaved up and down.
“What?” I panted out. I couldn’t decipher the expression on his face. He peered down at me, seeming like he was going to devour me or say he had to stop. I was a breathless ball of need, and my brain would short-circuit if we didn’t keep going.
“I’m not going to survive you, sweetheart.” He hooked my leg over his hip, his gaze searing through me.
It made no sense to feel this much for someone over just a few months, but the fact that we were here at all meant it was too big to ignore.
Maybe that terrified him too.
He stood, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and dropping it onto my nightstand before he kicked off his jeans, followed by his boxers.
He jerked his head up as a gasp slipped out of me.
His cock was long and thick, bobbing against his stomach as he slid the condom down his length.
He came back on top of me, taking my mouth in a slow kiss as he settled between my legs. I was still drenched and impatient, but tears scratched at the back of my throat at his change in pace. It seemed like he was preparing both of us for not only being inside me, but for all it meant.
I was on board with wherever this took us as long as I went there with Jake.
He slid inside with one thrust, grunting curses in my ear as he started to move. He grabbed my leg and pushed it against my chest, the new angle drawing a long moan out of me and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Okay?” he asked, squinting at me as sweat dripped down his brow.
“Fucking fantastic,” I whispered, my voice gone as I dug my nails into his backside to push him even deeper.
“Peyton,” he growled before he picked up the pace, driving into me hard enough for my mattress to squeak and my headboard to bang into my wall. “You’re too perfect. Too tight, too ...” He trailed off, his forehead pressing into mine. “You were made for me, baby. Just me.”
Our mouths came together again, our kisses sloppy and desperate, as I met him thrust for thrust, lifting my hips off the bed, greedy and begging for more. I’d never get enough of Jake. I’d have to get by on little scraps after today, but I’d worry about that later. Right now, my world was reduced to him, this bed, and how long I could hold out until the spasms rushing up my spine exploded.
“Come again for me, sweetheart.” His voice was rough. “I need to feel you again. I need ... Fuck.”
I held on, raking my nails down his back as this orgasm ruined me more than the first. I’d heard of orgasms described as little deaths before, but had always found it to be a ridiculous notion until that moment. When you had them with someone important, the intensity shattered you each time—and you never got all of you back.
I reveled in the moment, Jake still inside me and the two of us nestled together as close as we could possibly get. Despite my past, I trusted him with every piece of me.
