Twisted Up (Taking Chances #1) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,96
gasped. Her legs seemed to naturally settle over his big shoulders, and she leaned back, staying upright only by bracing a hand on the marble countertop behind her.
Hot electricity. That’s what it felt like zipping along her nerve endings.
Jake didn’t let her take a deep breath, didn’t let her adjust, didn’t give her a second to think. He licked and sucked; he added a finger, then a second, all the while murmuring words like sweet and hot and more.
Her eyes slid shut, and she absorbed all the other sensations. The feel of her head pressing against the mirror, the silkiness of his hair between her fingers, the delicious stretch of her inner muscles, the pounding of blood through her veins. And the sound of his voice, telling her she was beautiful and how much he wanted her and how he’d never get enough.
It was the never-get-enough part that finally wound her orgasm tight within her and then let it go.
Pleasure crashed through her and she cried out, Jake’s name bouncing off the tile walls and floor of the room, the acoustics perfect for him to hear exactly what he did to her.
“Fuck, Avery.” Jake kissed his way up her body. He licked at a nipple, stroked his hand over her hip, dug his fingers into her hair, and tipped her head back for a deep, hot, slow kiss.
She tasted herself on his tongue—not whipped cream and honey, but darkly delicious all the same.
“This time it’s on a bed, and I want to feel you clamping down on me just like that.”
The talking. It was going to kill her.
“The bed’s too far.” She bit gently on his bottom lip. “Here, now,” she whispered.
“The bed,” he said firmly.
She reached between them and slid her hand into the front of his jeans, stroking along the steely shaft she needed like she needed her next breath.
“I can’t make it that far.” It was true. Her legs were still shaking.
“Good thing I have all these big muscles, then.” He scooped her up with his hands under her butt.
She had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he turned and started for the bed.
The denim covering his erection rubbed against her now incredibly sensitive spots as they walked, and she was squirming again by the time his knees bumped the mattress and he dropped her onto the duvet.
He quickly undressed the rest of the way, and Avery was thankful for the equally good lighting in the bedroom. Jake’s body was a masterpiece. The scars, the bump on his right collarbone left over from a healed break, the uneven tan lines that spoke of work in the sun in various types of shirts, all added to the picture of the strong, courageous hero. The man who wanted to save the world. The man she wanted with her body and her heart.
“Lie back,” he told her, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between her knees.
“Maybe I want to be on top this time.”
She wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but the way they affected Jake made her glad they’d spilled out. He froze, his eyes darkened, and a half smile curled his lips.
“Second-sweetest words I’ve ever heard,” he said sincerely.
He braced a hand on the mattress on either side of her head and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. Avery wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her body up closer to his.
Hell, she didn’t care what position they were in. As long as he was against her, she was good.
And he was against her. Jake wrapped an arm around her, plastering them together from chest to knees. Then he rolled to his back, taking her with him.
She propped herself up, her forearms on his chest. “What are the sweetest words you’ve ever heard?” she asked. “If those are the second sweetest?”
“Oh, God, Jake, yes. Though they don’t have to be in that order. Oh, yes, God, Jake works, as does, Yes, Jake, oh, God.”
She narrowed her eyes. The things she wanted to do to him. He was so cocky, so sure she’d never had better, so . . . right. He was the best kissing, the best flirting, the best sex she’d ever had. He was also the best time she’d ever had. That made her very nervous.
But instead of dwelling, she decided to make the most of the moment they were in.
She wouldn’t mind hearing an Oh, yes or two out of him.