Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,34

TV, several books, and pictures of Ivy with another woman he assumed was her sister. There were three windows. Two of them looked out on the water. The curtains were open and emitted a soft silver light cast by the street lamps. He threw the light switch anyway. He wanted to see Ivy. He didn’t want to miss a single detail. Not a fleeting expression on her face, not a dimple on her body. He turned her so that they could look into each other’s eyes. Hers were a warm dark chocolate, flared with passion and full of intent. And damn, if they didn’t feel like fire on his skin.

“Take your clothes off.” It was a throaty demand and was accompanied by her hands on the hem of his shirt. She pushed it up and he finished the task by whisking it over his head.

Her hands tangled in the waistband of his shorts even as her mouth opened over his chest. It was a soft kiss that ended with a gentle nip of her sharp teeth. Reaction shot straight to his dick and Ivy murmured her appreciation.

“You’re next,” he said and peeled her sweatshirt over her head. The running top was skin-tight and when he released her breasts they swayed gently. Gorgeous. Seriously, heart-stopping, cock-hardening gorgeous. “Damn,” he whispered reverently. Her skin was naturally darker than his own, a sweet caramel only slightly lighter where she’d been protected from the sun. Her breasts were large, the tips a dusky rose that made his mouth water. The ache in his cock deepened and he pressed his palm to its insistent need.

“Let me,” she said, but he stopped her.

“No way. It’s my turn now.”

He moved forward, so that their bodies touched, his moving hers toward the bed. When her knees met the mattress, he lowered her, taking her mouth with his in a kiss that was all about getting inside her. He thrust his tongue deeply, tangling with hers, dominating, because she’d had her fun and it was definitely time for him to play.

Still lip-locked, he crowded her until she was lying on her back. He slipped between her thighs, pushed his cock against her cleft and swallowed her pleas for more. The blood was pounding in his head, stiffened him beyond endurance—almost.

He pulled back and looked at her beneath him, her dark hair fanned out on the mattress, her almond eyes closed. Her skin passion-flushed and her teeth sawing at her lip now.

He lowered his head and kissed her again, this time an annoyingly sweet caress—he could tell because she moaned her complaint. He found her ear next and curled his tongue around the lobe. Her breathing adjusted, a slight hitch. He whispered into her ear every thought he had on the beauty of her breasts. And followed that with a long swirl into her ear. Her fingers curled into his shoulders. Her hips rose against his.

He felt her beaded nipples against his chest and smoothed his hands down her shoulders,

over her arms and mated his fingers to hers. Then he spread her arms out, so that she was completely open to him. His hands held hers to the mattress.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded and waited until she was hooked in his gaze. “Watch me.”

He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He teased it gently with his teeth, tugged on it, and felt her body bow against his. She pushed against his hands, but he held her firm. If she put her hands on his body now he’d explode.

He moved to her other breast, lavished it with attention, and groaned when Ivy moved her hips against his.

“Jake,” she whimpered his name. Her nails dug into his fingers. “Let me touch you.”

He shook his head. “Not gonna happen. Not yet.” He drew his head down her body, licking and kissing his way to her navel. When he dipped inside, her body bucked against his. He lapped again with his tongue, blew softly into the well, probed with the tip of his tongue, and felt her twist beneath him.

“That’s good,” he murmured.

“Yes.” She tugged at her hands. “Jake please.”

“I want you ready,” he said.

“I am,” she promised.

He lowered his head again, sliding his tongue under the waistband of her running shorts. He could smell her sex now, thick with need.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes. Very.”

“I want to taste you.”

“No.”

“Hell yes.”

“I want you inside me. Now.”

He had to free a hand to remove her shorts, to bury his face in her sweet intoxication.