Just One Kiss (Whisper Lake #4) - Barbara Freethy Page 0,77

hot body but now he was even more muscularly built, the result of all those adventurous sports.

"Wow," she said. "I feel a little intimidated."

"No way." He reached around her back and flicked the clasp of her bra open in one quick move. "You're beautiful, Hannah."

"That was faster than the last time," she said breathlessly as they shared a smile.

"I've gotten a little better in some areas," he said with a grin.

"I can't wait to see."

"I can't wait to show you." He pulled her bra off her shoulders as he pushed her up against the wall and ran his mouth down the side of her neck while his fingers played with her nipples.

Each stroke sent ripples of heat through her, and while Jake seemed content to draw this out, she felt an overwhelming impatience. She reached for his jeans, unbuckling the snap and then lowering the zipper.

He groaned and stepped back. "You gotta slow down."

"Who says?" she challenged.

"I want to make this good for you."

"Then don't make me wait. I want you now."

His eyes lit up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.

As they headed toward the bed, they stripped off the rest of their clothes and tumbled onto the mattress together. She finally had him exactly where she wanted him. And he had her.

Despite his desire to go slow, the fire was burning too hot, and with only a quick break to grab a condom out of the bedside drawer, they were sliding into each other.

It felt familiar and different and wonderful all at the same time. There was a sense of belonging, of being in exactly the right place at the right moment. This was Jake. This was the boy of her dreams. This was the man she'd loved for as long as she could remember—the one who'd always made her feel whole in a world that was constantly shattering around her.

And Jake knew how to touch her, how to drive her crazy. She tried to reciprocate, but he made it clear this time was all about her. How could she argue with that? Her entire body was tingling. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, and every move took her pleasure to new heights until she couldn't take it anymore, until they found the perfect release in each other's arms.

Long minutes passed before she could take a full breath, before her brain could refocus. And that was just fine. Stretched out on Jake's ruggedly masculine body was not a bad place to be. In fact, she didn't think she wanted to move ever again. But as he shifted slightly, she raised her head. "Am I too heavy?"

"Not a chance." He gave her a satisfied smile as he wrapped his arms around her back. "I like this."

"Me, too." She paused. "So…"

"I'm not going to compare." He answered her unspoken question with a shake of his head. "I loved being with you the first time, and I loved this time, too.

"I feel the same way."

"No regrets?"

"No," she said, even though she knew there would be a lot of second thoughts coming, as well as questions. Where did they go next? Did this mean she trusted him? That she'd forgiven him?

As the questions raced through her head, she frowned.

"Don't do that," Jake said. "Don't start thinking."

"I don't know how to stop thinking. My brain always works overtime."

"I have an idea," he said, rolling her onto her back.

She looked at him in surprise. "Seriously? Already?"

"It's been a long time for us. And I want you again—before you start coming up with a lot of reasons why we shouldn't."

"There are a lot of reasons." But as she ran her hands down his back and felt him growing hard against her soft core, she didn't want to think about any of those reasons. "I don't think we should talk about them now."

"Thank God," he said with such an immense relief she grinned.

That was the other thing about Jake—he'd always had the ability to make her smile, to make her laugh, to make her feel like they were alone together in a perfect cocoon of love. When he was with her, the outside world completely faded away.

"On one condition," she said.

He gave her a wary look. "What's that?"

"This time we make it about you."

"Could you be any more perfect?"

She gave him a wicked look. "Let's find out."

He'd known sex would be good with Hannah, because it had been good before, but the word good didn't seem big enough to encompass what