Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,31

with had ever asked her what turned her on. They hadn’t bothered with much discovery either.

“I have a few,” she revealed, and tried to determine the most neglected, and the most needy, of the bunch. An area that was bound to be overlooked for the more obvious pleasure points. When she looked up, Jake was waiting to snare her in his gaze. The intensity in his eyes only deepened when she confided,

“My bellybutton.”

Chapter Ten

“Twenty-two minutes,” Jake muttered the words over the rim of his coffee cup.

They had lingered over their meal, steered their conversation into safer waters. Jake told the waitress to hold off on placing their entrée order until they’d finished their salads, and not to bring the salads until their appetizer dishes were cleared. As a result, they had managed to get through most of the three hours.

“It will take ten to get to my place.”

“That include finding a parking spot?”

She nodded. “This late, we’ll have a few blocks to walk. Three minutes for that.”

Jake lifted his hand to get their server’s attention and asked for the bill. “We’ll walk slow,” he told Ivy.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked. She hadn’t even considered it, but now that sex was imminent, she wanted nothing to slow them down. They could always run into Walgreens.

“Several. I stocked up on Sunday.”

“That confidence again.”

“That conversation in the truck,” he corrected. “We both knew where it was leading.”

Ivy nodded.

Jake paid and then stood. He reached for Ivy’s hand and said, “I know you said no touching, not until I was going to come across—“

“Close enough,” Ivy agreed and slipped her hand into his. As they wove through the tables and under the arbor leading to the parking lot, Jake pulled her close so that she was nestled against his shoulder and their hips brushed as they walked.

She had pulled on a hoodie earlier in the evening, but away from the heat lamps in the restaurant, the air was cool and in her running shorts her skin began to chill. Jake was attuned to her feelings—he rubbed his hand up and down her arm and when they reached the truck he turned her so that her back was against the passenger’s door and his body was close enough his heat enveloped her. Ivy leaned into him so that her breasts were firm against his chest. She felt his erection press into her belly.

“Kiss me, Jake,” she invited and rolled to her tiptoes, rubbing against his cock. His low rumble of approval made her pulse jump.

Jake lowered his head but rather then kiss her, he whispered against her lips,

“You’re perfect.” He slipped his hands under her hoodie, his fingertips spanning her waist then running gently over her rib cage until they reached her breasts. He cupped them in his palms. “Lush.” His thumbs rose over the crests of her breasts and found her nipples, beaded and begging for attention. She whimpered. His erection grew more insistent. “Yes, this is what I like. What I want from you, Ivy. Truly. Your response. I want it to be full and revealing. No holding back.” He pushed his hips against her and she felt his cock grow thicker. “Do you feel what it does to me?”

“Yes,” she breathed and felt her own body respond. She melted at her core. Her womb tightened. She was ready for him. Wanted him. Right here. Right now. It seemed like her apartment was miles away. She locked her hands around his neck and urged him closer.

“I shouldn’t kiss you now. Here,” he said. “I’m too close to losing myself in the moment.” He stroked her lips with his tongue anyway and she parted. “We’re in an empty parking lot. After midnight,” he continued, in a tone that was all about reminding himself, but then he dipped his tongue inside her mouth and she was waiting for him, hot and wet and primed.

Ivy immediately took control of the kiss, pushing her tongue against his, sliding one hand up to cradle his head and add pressure to their joining. He wasn’t going to slide away from her as easily as he had in the past. She wedged her leg between his, planning an assault on his thickened shaft, but he was too fast, was attuned so closely to her needs. He pressed his thigh to the cleft of her sex and intense pleasure shot through Ivy. She called out against his mouth and his hands tightened on her hips.

“You like that,” he said.

“I