Twisted Up (Taking Chances #1) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,97
eyes still on his, she slid down his body. She licked over his pecs, circled a nipple, traced the bumps of his ribs with her tongue. She ran her hands up and down his sides and over the silky trail of hair bisecting his abs.
Then lower.
She knew the moment he realized what she intended. But unlike her on the bathroom counter, he didn’t protest at all. In fact, he widened his legs slightly and ran his fingers through her hair.
As she kissed his hip bone and wrapped her hand around his shaft, Jake groaned, and she saw the hand on the bed tighten into the duvet as she felt the hand in her hair curl into her scalp.
She stroked up and down his length a few times, watching his breathing speed up. When she licked her lips, his lips fell open, and when she shifted and her gaze moved to his cock, his buttocks tightened.
Then she licked him.
The word fuck came from him as more of a groan and encouraged her to do it again. And again. Looking up his long body, she could see he was struggling to stay in control, and that was from the simple application of her tongue.
She wondered what the effect would be if she applied her whole mouth.
A moment later, she knew. She found herself flipped onto her back, her legs spread wide.
“What about—” she started, her body responding to the dominant display with an enthusiasm that shocked her.
“Next time,” he growled. He reached between them, somehow managing to roll on a condom, then arched his hips, thrusting into her.
Yep, there were definitely going to be more Oh, Jakes coming right up.
“Avery, Avery,” he whispered as he moved inside her. “It’s never like this.”
She linked her ankles behind him, drawing him closer and deeper. “Good.”
He chuckled, then groaned as she contracted her inner muscles around him.
“I don’t want to come because I want to stay right here,” he told her gruffly.
“Then stay right here.” In Chance. With me, she added silently.
“Can’t,” he panted. “You feel too fucking good. You’re too hot, too sweet, too tight.”
“Then—” She gasped as he stroked deep. “I guess we’ll have to do it again later.”
“Damn right.”
He picked up the pace, stroking deep and long and fast. The friction sent sensations rushing through her body, and she felt everything winding tighter and tighter until suddenly Jake hit the spot, the perfect angle, the perfect pressure, the perfect stroke, to make it all burst free.
“Yes, Avery. Fuck, yes,” he growled in her ear, thrusting hard and fast as she came around him.
Then he went over the edge, too, calling out her name, their bodies pressed as deep and tight as they could get, shuddering and shattering together.
It was almost an hour later when Jake heard the front door of his parents’ house open and shut. He stretched and looked down at the woman in his arms.
She’d been asleep for about twenty minutes, and Jake had let himself drift into a light doze.
Having Avery in his arms, pressed against his side, her legs tangled with his, was the most comfortable place he’d been. Ever.
It felt right. The warmth of her body, the silkiness of her skin, the scent of her hair, the tickle of her breath against his chest.
He could do this every day for the rest of his life.
He was a smart guy. He’d seen a lot of destruction, a lot of loss, a lot of sadness. He knew when something was good, when something was right. And knew that he should hold on to it, appreciate it, revel in it.
This—Avery, his bed, Chance—was right.
Now he just had to figure out how to tell her.
He heard his parents’ voices in the kitchen below his room. He knew it should feel awkward with them in the house while he lay naked with Avery in his childhood bedroom. But he also knew that his parents had seen what he’d only now discovered.
He was in love. With a woman they already considered a daughter.
It was very likely that Heidi and Wes were celebrating all this.
But Avery was going to kill him when she found out he’d let her sleep until they got home.
“A,” he said softly, nudging her, “wake up, babe.”
She snuggled down deeper into the duvet he’d pulled over them.
He snuggled down with her. “I’m good with you staying.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. “But, so you know, my mom and dad are downstairs.”