Twisted Up (Taking Chances #1) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,95
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He brushed his thumb over her nipple and kissed her deeply, and all she could think was, Oh, yeah.
She pulled back only far enough to slip his shirt up his torso. He leaned back and stripped it off. He started to move back in, but she stopped him with a hand on that gorgeous chest.
“Let me look.”
“You’ve seen it before,” he said with a grin, but he stopped and let her ogle him for a moment.
“I have. But the lighting in here is excellent.”
The ten brilliant bulbs above the mirror did make it deliciously bright in the room. She could see every ripple, every ridge, every scar. Just looking at him made her ache down deep, beyond the physical, beyond where she could describe it—except to say she needed him.
“Is that right?” He gave her a wicked grin.
“It’s an improvement over the river at night or the shed during a tornado,” she told him, her gaze still tracking over every inch from his collarbones to the low-riding waistband of his jeans.
“Let’s see.”
Before she could process the words, Jake went to his knees in front of her.
Oh, God.
“Trust me.” She reached for him, intending to pull him back to his feet.
“This is really something I need to see for myself.” He looked up at her with eyes dark with desire, yet twinkling with humor and mischief at the same time.
She sat staring at him, her heart pounding. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she was having a hard time swallowing.
There was being intimate with a guy . . . and there was being intimate with a guy.
But as she studied Jake’s face, the face that made her hot and crazy—in many ways, for so long—and the broad shoulders that carried so much weight, actual and otherwise, she knew she’d never say no to him about anything.
Which should scare the crap out of her.
But in that moment, it didn’t.
“Avery,” he said gruffly, “take your clothes off.”
Her gaze glued to his, she kicked off first one sandal, then the other. She undid the button and zipper on her shorts, hooked the top of the shorts and her panties with her thumbs, and wiggled them off, letting them drop to the floor in front of where he knelt.
Jake’s hands went to her knees and spread them apart.
Avery held her breath.
She felt heat wash over her from her scalp to her toes as he ran his palms up her thighs.
“Dammit, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped.
“Told you the lighting was good.”
“I can see every single shiny pink inch.”
She gasped in surprise. “Jake!” But damn if his words didn’t make her want to spread her knees farther for him.
He gave her a grin that made her even hotter. “I wonder if good lighting makes things taste better, too?”
Her heart pounded, and she resisted the urge to scoot to the edge of the counter and say something really naughty.
“You’ve never—” She broke off as he ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, his fingers dangerously close to her center. Her whole body seemed to be straining toward him, and she was on the verge of being completely shameless.
Not that she thought Jake would mind.
“Oh, but I have,” he drawled. “In the shed. I licked every drop of that sweetness off my fingers after I—”
“Jake!” Avery felt her mouth drop open, and she tried to close her legs.
“No way.” He applied gentle but firm pressure on her thighs. “This is happening.”
“Can we do it with a little less narrative?” she snapped.
He looked up. “No, actually, we can’t. I intend to tell you everything I want to do to you and how you make me feel for the next hour or so. In detail. Possibly loudly.”
“It won’t take your parents an hour to get ice cream.” But she gave up trying to close her legs.
“Remember, very intelligent people.”
He stroked his hand up and down her inner thigh again, but this time, his fingers brushed over the sweet spot between her legs.
Though it was far too light of a touch.
She gritted her teeth.
“As I was saying. You taste like a combination of whipped cream and honey.”
At that she snorted.
He looked up with a grin. “What?”
She couldn’t help the smile he evoked. “That’s cheesy and not true.”
“That’s what comes to mind,” he said with a little shrug. “But maybe I need to be sure.”
Before she could prepare herself, he reached around, took her butt in his hands, and pulled her forward to his tongue.