Page 74 of Work It Out
Warm puffs of air drifted over her nipples, drawing them to tight peaks. But when his lips finally found her skin again, they didn’t land on one of the puckered buds. They didn’t touch her breast at all. Jake kissed the place inches above her left breast, right over her heart. So low she barely heard him, he whispered, “I’ll take the best care of you.”
She wanted to scold him not to make promises he couldn’t keep. She wanted to beg him to mean it. She wanted to cry. But those were problems for another time. Right now, she needed him to hold her, needed him to show her what all the fuss was about. She plain needed him.
Rayah slid shaking fingers to the button of her jeans and popped it free, but when she reached for the zipper, he brushed her hands away and took over. A slow, tinny rasp filled the air and her heart beat faster. Jake peppered kisses over her skin as he tugged the jeans down her hips.
“Oh,fuuuck.”
A wicked smile tilted Rayah’s lips. “I thought you might enjoy that.”
She’d worn her pink thong.
One minute she was standing at the end of her bed, the next she was bouncing in the middle of it and staring at the ceiling.
“Off,” Jake said. “Pants off.” The lazy, playful lover was gone. The man in front of her meant business. His movements lost most of their finesse, though only a fraction of their gentleness, as he yanked her jeans from her body. Then the panties went flying, and Rayah was left in nothing but skin and moonlight.
“Look at you.” He rubbed one hand roughly over his mouth.
“Jake.” When he stood there eating her up with his eyes, Rayah propped herself up on her elbows and grinned. “I’d rather look at you.”
She’d never seen anyone shed their clothes that quickly, and she’d grown up in the sports world. He didn’t give her much of an opportunity to enjoy the view—which didn’t seem fair, given the amount of time he’d spent unwrapping her. Still, she liked what she saw, and she adored what she felt when he climbed onto the bed and up her body. Jake’s mouth landed on hers, rough and demanding in all the best ways.
She ran her hands over the hard ridges of his lats and down to the firm muscles of his glutes. “Full disclosure.” She gasped as he nipped and sucked at the tender skin of her throat. “I’ve spent a wildly inappropriate amount of time staring at your ass while you do deadlifts. And your back. And your chest.”
Jake’s shoulders shook, and his laugh tickled her neck. “That’s okay.” He drifted further down her body. “I was sure you’ve been trying to kill me with hip thrusters. Yesterday, I had to go to the locker room and jerk off in the shower.”
She shoved his shoulders. “You said you had to throw up!”
“I couldn’t very well tell you I had a raging hard-on.”
“I was really worried.”
He kissed her stomach. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to worry you.” Little bites tugged at her skin, then were soothed with luscious strokes of his tongue. “I promise to tell you next time it hurts so you can make it all better.”
Her laugh morphed into a moan when Jake covered her mound with his mouth. No lead up, no gentle teasing. His lips closed over her and his tongue delved deep. When it slid over her clit, it was all she could do not to scream.
Jake slipped both hands under her hips, lifting her up as he settled in like he meant to be there awhile. “I was right.” He gazed at her up the length of her body, his lips glistening with her arousal. “Sweet, creamy icing.” His tongue slid over his upper lip, gathering all it could before he dove back in. She did scream then. Nothing had ever felt that good. The muscles in her legs tensed and twitched as he drove her higher and higher. He paused now and then to murmur all the sweet, naughty things he wanted to do to her. She couldn’t fight it, didn’t want to. Jake slid a single finger deep, crooked it toward her navel as he sucked her clit, and she was gone.
“That’s right, cupcake. Give it to me. I want every drop.”
His dirty talk might be the death of her.
Or it might set her free.
He brought her back down slowly before working his way up her body again. He paused at her breasts, pulling first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. Suckling and teasing, nipping and biting. All of it shoved her up the mountain toward the precipice again.
“Jake, please. I feel…empty.” She hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t realized she felt it until the words were out, but it was true. In the wake of all that pleasure lay a hollowness she couldn’t bear. She needed him to fill her, needed the soul-deep connection she’d heard so many tales about.
A muscle in Jake’s jaw flexed as he produced a condom from the top of the nightstand and rolled it on. She hadn’t seen him toss it there, but she was glad he had. “You’re sure?” Jake cupped her cheek in his big palm and stared into her eyes.
He’d stop right now. It didn’t matter that he’d already made her come or that he was naked and wearing a condom. If she said the word, everything stopped. He wouldn’t even hate her. He could be inside her and halfway done and he’d still stop.
I love you. The words floated through her brain, but she didn’t let them fly. She was being a total sap, but it was his fault. Jake’s heart was too good. He’d made mistakes, but he always put her comfort and happiness before his own now; he’d proven that time and time again. He didn’t care that her boobs were too big or that her thighs were so thick with muscle. He didn’t mind that she was bossy and even kind of bitchy sometimes. She’d swear he liked all those things about her. She’d been treated as a sexual object from such a young age, and then not at all for years and years. He almost seemed too good to be true.
There was so much they didn’t know about each other, so much she should’ve told him. But tonight he only needed to know one thing. “I’m sure, just…be gentle. I haven’t…I’ve never actually—” God, she was twenty-four. She owned her own multimillion-dollar sports complex. Why couldn’t she spit it out?
“Are you a virgin, cupcake?”
Rayah nodded. “At least, in the purest sense of the word. Other things, but not that.”
