between us that was definitely worth exploring, but it required a slower pace than the one we’d started off at. How I knew that, I wasn’t sure, but I did.
“I … uh…” Jake sputtered.
Because it seemed like the thing to do, I pushed up on my toes, pressed my lips to Jake’s cheek, and chuckled. “I take it there’s coffee?”
“Uh… Let me make some more.” Jake spun around so fast, I laughed when he nearly crashed into the wall.
I followed him into the kitchen—this one much bigger than the one at my condo, and significantly brighter and more open—then hopped up onto the center island, watching him closely while he prepared the coffee. I made sure I was covered appropriately, his shirt covering my thighs; the only things visible were the tattoos that decorated my lower legs and my feet. The neck was big, though, and it drooped at my right shoulder, giving him a peek at the sunflower I had tattooed there.
When it was obvious that he wasn’t going to turn around and face me, I called his name.
He slowly pivoted, his eyes downcast.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
I felt the warmth of his gaze as it slowly raked up my body, over my feet, my calves, my knees, my breasts, and then finally coming to rest on my face.
“Actually, yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Incredibly uncomfortable.”
My breath lodged in my throat as he stalked me, eliminating the few feet that separated us. His eyes glowed, and he looked like a man on a mission as he stepped between my legs, forcing them open. When he jerked me forward, it didn’t take but a second to recognize the discomfort he was referring to.
Pressed intimately between my legs was his erection, contained by the denim of his jeans.
“So uncomfortable,” he mumbled, then crushed his mouth to mine.
I didn’t even have time to be surprised. My body responded in kind, my arms twining around his neck as my fingers slipped into his hair, pulling him closer as he rocked his hips, his hard cock nestled against my aching sex.
Although I knew I should’ve slowed him down—or maybe I shouldn’t have—I couldn’t resist him, couldn’t push him away. So, instead, I pulled him closer, slid my tongue against his in an erotic mating that had my body humming, my heart pounding, and my need for him escalating far higher than I even thought possible.
I had never in my life had this sort of reaction to a man. With Jake, the only thing I could think about was touching him, tasting him, feeling him inside me. Usually, I was fairly subdued, not much of a risk taker in the sex department, but with him … I wanted to let loose.
I wanted my own porn star dialogue.
The thought made me smile.
When Jake pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, we were both breathing hard.
“You don’t know how bad I want to strip that shirt off you.”
I slid my hands down, over his shoulders, then down his back, raking my fingernails gently over the soft cotton of his T-shirt as I bunched it in my fists, lifting it until I exposed the smooth, warm skin of his back. I slid my hands beneath, palms flat as I gave myself permission to explore. Again, I knew there had to be a reason he continued to hold back, but I couldn’t help myself. It felt as though we’d been doing this dance forever, though it hadn’t been long at all.
“Oh, trust me, I know,” I told him. And I did. I wanted to pull his shirt off, to explore every inch of his chest with my lips and teeth, to hear him growl his approval.
“Do you?” he asked, his tone skeptical yet gentle and low.
I moved my hands around to his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs against my fingers. Sliding them higher, I forced his shirt up, giving me my first glimpse of his smooth, bare chest, washboard abs, and that sexy V that dipped beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
“Presley.” His voice was rough, a rumbled warning that I didn’t pay any attention to.
I wanted to put my mouth on him, to taste him.
He jerked me closer, his cock rubbing against me, too many clothes between us.
“Do you know how fucking bad I want to lay you back on this counter, to run my tongue over every inch of you? Starting with your lips, then moving … lower.”