Jake (Downton Cowboys #2) - Miley Maine Page 0,35

teasing, his erection rubbing against me. His lips find mine, and I taste him then, mint and cherry swirling together, his hands moving across my body.

“Jake, this is...”

“Hmm?”

I can’t talk. I don’t want to talk. All I want to do is feel this. All of it. Over and over again.

“You were saying?” Jake smiles.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper back.

Everywhere he goes is alive, keenly aware of him and his presence. He traces my skin with the tips of his fingers, leaving a trail of heat in his wake until he slips below the waistline of my panties and slides one finger in, then another.

I gasp and arch my back, wrenching my lips away as I do. My mouth finds a spot on his shoulders, and I sink my teeth there, smiling when he hisses in response.

Still, he moves slowly, stroking steadily, deliberately. I feel him shift atop me, and force one eye open, watching him watching me, a look of intense concentration plastered across his features.

“Jake,” I complain, bucking my hips. “Don’t be a tease.”

“We have all the time in the world,” Jake replies wickedly. “I want to enjoy every single inch of you, Belle, so try and be patient.”

I sit up and press my breasts to his bare chest. “What if I don’t want to be?”

On purpose, I brush myself against him, biting down on my bottom lip when he groans. He presses his forehead to mine and picks up the pace, sliding in and out of my juices until soft breathy whimpers fill the room.

“Yes, that’s it,” Jake encourages, his voice dropping an octave. “Come on, Belle.”

I throw myself back against the mattress, dig my nails into the sides and moan, climbing higher and higher. Finally, my body spasms and writhes as I ride out my orgasm, rivulets of sweat breaking out across my back and down my face.

A half-smile finds its way onto my lips as I tremble, and Jake moves his hands away. Immediately, he helps me sit up, places a pillow behind my back, and settles atop me.

Then, he is guiding himself inside of me, little grunts escaping his lips as he does.

“Yes,” I whimper.

Once inside of me, I grow still, raking my fingers across his back, and wait.

He thrusts once, twice, easing out of me then slamming back in, delicious shivers racing up and down my spine. Jake uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his face as his eyes narrow.

“Oh God!” I manage as he moves.

Soon, his movements became practiced, moving with ease and precision. I close my eyes and savor the sensation. Skin slapping against skin, the smell of our sweat and arousal filling up the room, and my stomach dips in response.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and expose my neck, sighing when Jake’s lips find the sensitive spot and suck. I shift and his head moves down, finding one nipple, and expertly flicking his tongue over it.

Holy shit!

It feels like I am going to combust, tiny little pieces of me flying in every direction with no real purpose. He switches to the other nipple and does the same thing, his fingers grazing the inside of my thighs.

“Don’t stop!” I moan. “Please don’t stop!”

Over, and over, he slams into me, making it impossible to feel or hear or see anyone else. Jake is all that exists. Nothing else matters as we revel in each other, our bodies joined as one.

Before long he is adjusting himself, and I am spread out across the mattress with him on top of me. Long smooth strokes have my entire body thrumming with barely concealed desire.

Faster, Jake. Oh, you feel amazing.

Surprised at my own wanton thoughts, my eyes fly open and I stare at him, the hair plastered to his forehead, and naked desire written all over his features. I reach up, and trail his features, moving over his eyes, down his nose, and pausing at his lips. His mouth parts; he takes my finger between his lips and sucks on it, eyes wild and dark as they stare at me.

“Yes, right there!” I scream as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

And suddenly, I am falling. Spots dance in my field of vision as my hands fall to my sides, and my hips buck. I shout out, the back of my throat dry as I shake and shudder, the force of my orgasm ripping through me.

I doze, my head swirling, and for an instant I feel like the entire