could come up with an excuse, his lips brushed mine and I sighed, giving in because it was futile to resist. This man did something to me, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced before.
And I wanted more.
A lot more.
“I hope you know I’m not waiting sixteen days,” he whispered against my mouth. “You’ll be lucky if I can wait sixteen more minutes.”
When his hand slid down to my bare thigh, I stopped him. “I need a shower.”
“Me, too,” he said, his lips brushing mine. “What do you say we conserve water?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer because he kissed me. His mouth moved slowly over mine, making my head spin. His tongue slid along the seam of my lips, and I opened for him, kissing him back.
When his hands slid down my back, over my ass, I moaned. And when he lifted me up off the ground, I shrieked, quickly throwing my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Carrying you upstairs.”
Yeah, well, I had nothing to say to that, so instead, I kissed him while he carried me through the house, up the stairs, through my bedroom, and into the bathroom, before depositing me on the bathroom counter.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, pulling back and going over to the shower, turning on the water.
I had a full two seconds to make up my mind on whether or not I wanted to do this. It wasn’t that I had any doubts; I was honestly worried that if we did, it might screw up Jake’s deadline, and the last thing I wanted to do was give him a reason to want to stay away from me.
When he turned back around to face me, the heat in his eyes made my decision for me. I couldn’t resist this man any longer, no matter how many excuses I tried to make.
I pulled his T-shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. Yep, decision definitely made. His eyes widened, and that look… It made my pussy clench with the need to feel him inside me.
As he moved closer, I fought the urge to cover myself as his eyes left a heated caress over my skin.
“You are a very bad girl, you know that?”
“You make me want to be a bad girl,” I told him.
The rumble that vibrated in his chest made me laugh. I reached for him, helping him out of his shirt, then reaching for the button on his jeans. I managed to work it free, lowered the zipper before Jake wrapped his hand around my wrist, stilling me.
“If you touch me, I’m gonna go off like a rocket.”
I smiled. “Then we should prepare for lift-off.”
Jake laughed, his eyes dancing.
“Too corny?” I teased.
His eyes glittered with heat. “Honey, I’m not sure what to do with you.”
“I can think of a few things. And they require you to be naked.” Hopping down from the counter, I removed my panties, fighting off the modesty I felt as he watched. As the last of my clothes dropped to the floor, his quickly followed.
Then there we were, facing one another, both of us completely naked in the middle of the bathroom, which, thanks to the shower, was quickly steaming up.
Jake held out his hand, and I placed mine in his palm, watching as it disappeared completely within his. When he tugged my arm, I followed him into the shower, shamelessly looking him over, admiring every inch of him.
The first thing I noticed was the tattoo that spanned his entire back. My eyes fixed on the details, noting the lines, the shading, the depth to the two-headed dragon that looked incredibly real, the thick body and the narrow neck running up his spine, the heads covering his shoulder blades. At one point, I would’ve been able to draw that, even inked it on him. A strange part of me—an oddly possessive side—wished that I had.
He was eye candy. A visual feast for the senses. From his broad shoulders to his well-defined chest, narrow waist, rippling abs, powerful thighs, and mmm, that incredible ass … I couldn’t get enough, content to simply stand there and ogle him. And his cock. It was beautiful. Long and impossibly thick, heavily veined and standing proudly out from his body, practically begging for my touch.
That was when I remembered what it’d felt like when he’d been inside me. A tremor of need shot through me.