minutes ago, I couldn’t resist now. Placing my palms on her thighs, I slid them up, beneath the T-shirt—my T-shirt. Her skin was so fucking soft, so damn smooth. I worked my way higher, over her stomach, my thumb slipping over her belly button. That was when I realized she had it pierced as well.
Fuck. This woman was going to make me implode. I hadn’t yet seen her naked in the daylight and I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life.
“Keep going,” she mumbled breathlessly, her hands forcing my shirt higher while I fondled her.
Desperate to feel her hands on me, I thought about removing my shirt but decided against it, wanting to keep the focus on her. If she touched me too much, I would cave to the pleasure, and this moment was about her.
I planted my hands on her torso, noticing how one hand spanned the entire width of her. She was so damn small. My inner caveman was roaring, a primal instinct to stake my claim nearly overwhelming with its intensity.
“Touch me,” Presley whimpered. “Jake.”
I couldn’t resist her, didn’t want to. Palming her small breasts in my hands, kneading them as she moaned, her head falling back, I watched, enthralled by how damn sexy she was, how easily she was giving in to me. At least it seemed that way, but in reality, I knew Presley wasn’t the slightest bit easy, not in any sense of the word. I liked that about her.
My mouth went to her neck, my lips brushing the delicate skin, feeling her rapid pulse against my tongue as I lifted her shirt more. Once again, I pulled back as I revealed her dusky pink nipples to my hungry gaze.
“Fuck,” I growled, meeting her eyes. “Need to taste you.”
She nodded, a definite green light. I wanted to go full throttle, to sate this ache that was consuming me, but instead of diving right in, I planted my mouth on hers once again, kissing her as I leaned her back until she was flat on the counter, my body practically covering hers. My eyes closed when her nails raked over my back, one of her legs went around my hip.
The woman was trying to kill me, and I was ready to let her, because holy fucking shit … it would be one hell of a way to go.
Releasing her lips, I trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, pulling the neckline of the T-shirt down so I could kiss her chest, all while I continued to palm her tits, loving the way her back bowed up off the counter. By the time my lips reached her breast, I was starving for more. Moving around to stand beside her, I pushed the shirt up to her neck, scraping my teeth over her pebbled nipple, trailing my palm over her stomach, my fingers sliding beneath the thin cotton panties she wore. When she moaned, I cupped her, caressing her smooth skin, trying to ignore the fact that it was evident she waxed. It dawned on me that there was so much about her I hadn’t realized during our first time together, and I wanted to slow down, to savor every inch.
However, I also wanted to strip her right there in the kitchen and devour her.
But, although hot as fuck, this wasn’t the place I wanted to be when I slid deep inside her again, so I settled for working my finger through her slit, brushing her juices over her clit, circling it with my finger tip. Her back bowed again, her legs spreading wide when I brushed my middle finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves, then slipped lower, finding the warm, wet entrance to her body.
I growled as I suckled her, nipping and licking while I pushed my finger past the slippery warmth that coated her pussy.
“Jake,” she cried out. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t sure I could’ve stopped. Watching her writhe, listening to her soft, pleading moans… I wanted to send her over the edge. Needed to send her over the edge.
This was what I needed. For her to give herself over to me. No holding back, no regrets.
Her fingers twined in my hair, holding me to her while her hips rocked. I covered her breast with my mouth, sucked harder, then trailed my lips back up her chest, outlining her tattoos with my tongue.
“That’s it, Pres,” I whispered, lifting my head so I could watch her. “Ride my finger.”