Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,32

need that,” she corrected. “I need more.” Her hands had dropped to his hips and she pulled him closer still. But it wasn’t enough. “Jake,” she whimpered, demanded, called to him.

“Damn.”

“Now.”

Jake fumbled in his pocket, rubbing against her in a way that was torture. Then she heard

the chirp of the car remote. He opened the door and lifted her onto the seat.

“Just a few more minutes, sweetheart.” He tangled a hand in her hair, pressed her cheek to his, and whispered, “I promise.”

Then he shut the door. He wasn’t climbing in after her. He wasn’t ripping off her clothes and taking her in the front seat of his truck. Another shriek of the brakes moment. It shot through her like an ice pick. Ivy sat back against the seat. Beneath the numbness of her realization, her passion burned. And beneath that anger.

She heard the driver’s side door open, felt the cool air enter the cabin. But she refused to look at him. She felt tears shimmer just above her lashes. She refused to let those drop. She didn’t realize her hands were clenched until Jake laid one of his over hers.

“Ivy,” he began, his voice still thick with need but a gentleness had wormed its way through.

“Don’t,” she cut him off. “Don’t you dare tell me how sorry you are.”

And then the tears did fall, sliding over her heated cheeks.

“Oh, baby,” he crooned, and then leaned over her. His lips caught a tear and followed its path to the corner of her eye where he placed a soft kiss. He nuzzled into the hair at her temple and whispered, “In ten minutes, you’ll be coming apart in my arms. I promise.”

He reached beyond her hip and brought the seatbelt up and across her body, then snapped it into place. He took care of his own, started the engine, and threw the truck into gear.

“You better make that five,” she grumbled.

He pulled out of the parking space and into the street. It was after midnight and the traffic was light. Ivy felt the tension leave her body in small, slow rivulets. Gradually, her skin cooled and she rubbed her hands over her bare thighs.

Jake noticed and flipped a switch on the dashboard. Heat blew out of the vents and settled on her. Too bad she was starting to feel cold on the inside, too. She gazed out the window at the fog rolling off the ocean.

“You Ok?”

She speared him with a glance.

“Stupid question.” He nodded his own agreement to that and returned his attention to the road.

Still keenly aware of her need, of the hurt just a small movement or gesture brought with the rubbing of her clothes against the sensitive hot spots on her body, she nevertheless turned and scooted toward Jake, as much as the seatbelt would allow. It gave her greater access to his body and she wanted to know if he was still feeling as tortured as she was.

No, she wanted to torture him further, she decided.

Ivy trailed her fingers up his thigh, along the inside seam of his shorts. When she got to his erection, she was happy to find the length and width of it a testimony to her effect on him. She measured it with her touch, probed along the shaft, found the head and rubbed her thumb there, over the silky material, and felt his cock jump at the attention.

Jake growled.

Ivy slipped out of the shoulder harness and lowered her head.

“Oh, God,” Jake whispered.

“You’re going to feel like one when I’m done with you.” Ivy’s lips replaced her fingers, still over the material of his shorts. She sucked his cock into her mouth as best she could and used her teeth to delicately nip at the ridge she felt pushing against her tongue. Jake’s breath came in short bursts.

“I want to touch you here, Jake,” she said. She lifted her head and watched his face as she slipped her hand beneath the waistband. She was greeted with the insistent push of his erection against her palm. His hips flexed. His lips drew back in a grimace as he fought for control.

She pressed her mouth to the corner of his lips as her hand curled around his shaft. “Fellatio,” she whispered.

“Not here,” he bit out.

Her hand tightened. “Yes, right here.”

She pushed his shorts down and his cock sprang free. Even in the shadowy cabin of the truck, she could tell that he was impressive. Long and thick and flushed with passion, she knew it