As much as I wanted to do this, I knew I shouldn’t. This thing between us was moving fast, and I was more than all right with that, but I wanted to hold on to her for a little longer than a minute. This was our shot at a do-over, and though I didn’t know how that usually worked, slow seemed the better way to go. And I suspected that if I took this woman on her bed, she might run far and fast in the opposite direction again—especially considering the conversations that had taken place earlier in the day. Although she seemed just as eager as I was, there was something about Presley Abrams that made me rethink my past ways.
As it was, she lived with two guys who I resembled far more than I cared to admit. I knew what she thought of their womanizing and I did not want to be that guy. Not with her.
This wasn’t a woman I wanted to bed for the night. Shit, possibly not for only a weekend.
Something about her made me want more. More time, more kisses, more … everything.
And that meant I had to slow things down. Fast.
Before I could call a halt, Presley managed to lift her shirt and mine, so that we were skin to skin.
“Just a little,” she whispered against my mouth.
A little? I wasn’t sure I could handle only a little of her.
But I would give it my best shot.
Slowly sliding my mouth down her jaw, I couldn’t resist moving lower, skimming my mouth over the smooth, taut skin of her belly. I pushed her shirt higher, licking her nipple through the thin material of her bra.
She sighed, her hand cupping the back of my head and holding me to her.
Slipping my finger beneath the lacy cup, I tugged the fabric down, releasing one breast. After a quick look up at her face, I lowered my mouth over her, teasing her nipple with my tongue and my teeth.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to strip her naked and slide into her slick heat once again.
I fought the urge, instead sliding my thigh between her legs and grinding against her pussy, applying friction to her clit while she writhed beneath me.
“More,” she pleaded.
“Use me, Presley,” I mumbled, lifting my head to meet her gaze. “Make yourself come for me.”
Releasing her other breast, I tormented her with my mouth, ignoring the throbbing ache between my legs, allowing Presley to grind against me, her ass lifting as she worked to apply more friction where she needed it. I wanted to watch her come undone in any way that I could.
“Jake… Oh, fuck…” Her breaths came in a rush, her hands gripping the back of my head, her fingers tightening in my hair, sending shards of erotic pain snaking down my spine.
“Come for me,” I insisted, moving my thigh against her as I met her mouth with mine. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Presley cried out, and I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing the sound and feeling her body relax beneath me. I swallowed hard, shifting to ease the pain of my zipper against my dick. That truly was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.
I pulled my mouth from hers and stared down at her for a long moment, unable to look away. She was sliding her fingers through my hair, watching me closely.
“Good?” I asked, smirking.
The smile she offered made me relax, the fear that she would send me on my way receding.
“Better than good,” she whispered.
“Okay then.” I rose up, still staring down at her. “You showed me yours, now it’s my turn to show you mine.”
“You have a way with words, don’t you?” she teased.
“My place,” I clarified. “I want to show you my place. But first, I need to kiss you again, because for some reason, I just don’t want to stop.”
“Fine.” She smiled up at me and I pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You’re pretty damn hard to resist, you know that?”
“I like that you think so,” I told her.
I just didn’t tell her how much I liked it.
Chapter Forty-Two
Presley
Okay, call me impulsive, or whatever. When Jake asked me to go back to his place and I was faced with either that or having to listen to Gil get his freak on in the shower, or possibly have a knock-down-drag-out with his one-night stand … it hadn’t been a difficult decision.