Jake (Downton Cowboys #2) - Miley Maine Page 0,24

let my hands fall to her shoulders, cup her face, and deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping into her mouth.

God, she tastes even better than I thought, a combination of cherry and vanilla. I can't get enough as I push myself closer, my hands moving down the length of her back and stopping at her waist.

She breaks the kiss, gives me a long heated look, and crawls on top of me, her body pressed against mine. With one leg on either side and her chest pressing against me, the breath left my body.

Holy shit!

Who is this woman?

My eyes roam over her face as I trace her features, her twinkling eyes, the slope of her nose, those cherry-red lips. I press my lips to hers, unable to resist tasting them once more.

Luckily for me, she responds, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pushing herself closer. The clothes on our bodies are the only barriers between us. I shift and press myself closer, catching the scent of that familiar perfume, Arabian jasmine, twisting up my insides.

I kiss her some more, her full sensual lips making the blood in my veins feel molten. I sing her name, and hers alone. Belle leans back and presses her forehead to mine.

“I’ve never felt this like before,” she admits, her breath catching on the last word. “You make me feel alive, Jake. I know that’s cheesy, but I just wanted to tell you that.”

I run my thumb across her jaw. “It’s not cheesy. I feel the exact same way. I just can’t get enough of you, Belle.”

She releases a deep shudder, her lips descending on mine once more. I push her back, our lips still connected as she sinks against the plush couch. Grunting, I wrench my lips away from hers, lean back, and tug on her hair, letting it fall in loose waves down her shoulders.

“Much better,” I tell her.

Her lips curve into a slow grin, fingers reaching forward and darting underneath my shirt. In an instant, she pulls my shirt up over my head and chucks it into a corner of the room, a blur of color before it’s gone.

I chuckle. “Somebody’s impatient.”

“Is that a bad thing?” she asks, bright eyes full of warmth and vulnerability. Slowly, she lowers the straps of her dress, the right one first, then the other, so her dress pools at her waist.

Wordlessly, she stands up and lets the dress fall down to the floor before she kicks it away, leaving her in her matching bra and underwear, with black heels. I swallow past the lump in my throat, stand up, and unzip my pants, mirroring her earlier movements.

Then, I take her to the couch, my hands moving all over her smooth milky white skin, and her hands slide down the length of my back. My lips find hers again, and the world explodes, fire licking up every inch of it. I can barely feel the air in my lungs, or the wind as it whispered outside, drunk by the sight and feel of her.

Belle is, by far, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

And incredibly sexy to boot.

Every sound that falls from her lips, each movement that she makes drives me more and more insane as if I’ve never been touched in my life before. My entire body thrums with energy and eagerness for her touch.

As if she senses my train of thought, her hands play with the hair on my chest then move down, down until she reaches the waistband of my boxers. She smiles against my lips and presses her palm to me, sending all the blood straight to my groin, and earning a low growl in the back of my throat. She squeezes again, and I’m drawing away, a hiss forming on my lips.

My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips, and I reach underneath her, unhooking her bra in one quick movement. Her breasts spill forward, and I lower my head, so I’m face to face with them, my mind drawing a complete blank.

Fuck.

With the moonlight pouring in through the open window, and a fire crackling in the corner, I study her, the light playing off her skin. She smiles, uncertainty flickering across her features before she draws her arms back and stretches.

A thin sheen of sweat breaks out across my face.

I touch her breast, caressing the nipple before I move onto the other one, watching her face as I do. Her eyes close, and she whimpers, soft little noises that have