Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,39
you close? Are you thinking of me while you’re touching yourself? Where’s my mouth? My hands?”
“Stop!” It was a plea and agitation was clearly building in her tone.
“You’re close,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. He turned in his seat so that he was looking out the window, so that his face was not visible to anyone. “But not close enough. Let me help you, Ivy. My mouth is on your clit. I’m suckling it, teasing it with my teeth. I love the taste of you. I could live on that alone. I’m slipping my tongue between your folds now—you’re wet, so wet—dipping into your—“
“I’m outside,” Ivy interrupted him. “Please stop. I’m outside. I was running. Now I’m, oh shit!”
Jake swore quietly but with clarity.
“Yeah,” Ivy agreed. The tension in her tone loosened, allowing room for words. “Only it’s not going to happen. Not for three days.”
“Unbearable.”
“You want to talk me through an orgasm, call me Friday night. I’ll be hurting for you by then. Right now, I’m—well, I was—completely satisfied.”
“Sorry, babe.”
“My fault. I shouldn’t have teased you.”
“Yes, you should. Often.” And then he picked up on her words. “You’re completely satisfied?”
“How could you doubt it?”
“I don’t. It’s just good to know you know it.”
“I now understand the term ‘mouth music.’”
Jake thought again about being between her legs, his mouth playing her clit. The calls it pulled from Ivy’s sweet lips. Damn, his balls ached. He shifted in his seat, hoping to ease his erection. He looked down at his fatigues. They were loose enough he wasn’t straining against the zipper, but the bulge was prominent. Not something he could hide, unless he walked around with his hat over his fly and he’d be damned if he’d do that.
“We need to talk about something else, sweetheart. What are you doing after your run?”
“I’m going to the grocery store. You want me to read my list?”
“Yes.”
She chuckled but complied. “Strawberries, milk, half and half—I can’t drink coffee any other way. I suppose you take it black?”
“Cream no sugar,” he corrected.
“I need yogurt and I should pick up some cottage cheese. It’s very healthy for you, but I don’t like it a whole lot.”
“Yogurt is just as good.”
“My thought exactly. I need linguine, tomatoes and salsa,” she continued. “Is this working?”
“Yeah,” he said. While he hadn’t exactly deflated, the ache was becoming more of a memory. “For you?”
“A little. Maybe I should cook dinner Saturday? I’m not exactly Sandra Lee, but I have a few recipes down.”
“No. A real date,” he said. “I want to take you out.”
“Okay,” she complied easily this time. “I think after the grocery store I’ll go shoe shopping. Get a pair of sandals with a heel on them. And then I’ll have to get ready for work.”
“Seven to seven tonight?”
“Yes. It’s my favorite shift. I like the quiet and the pace is slower, so I can spend more time with each kid. It gives parents a chance to step out for a few minutes, too. Get some fresh
air. Some kids are on the pod three weeks or more. The cardiac patients. It’s a long haul.”
There was that compassion again. Ivy had a soft heart and every reason to protect it. The emotions that came from her were genuine. He hoped he could prove to her that he was a man she could trust.
“You think any more about Montana? If you’re not into skiing we can grab a few snow mobiles.”
“I’ve never tried skiing,” she admitted. “Not snow skiing. I’m really more a water sport type. Sun and sand and waves.”
Great. Now he could have a few surfer girl fantasies to keep his dick occupied, when he wasn’t with Ivy.
“I’ve never been to Montana. I hear it’s beautiful.” And he could tell that she was really considering it.
“You should give snow equal opportunity,” he agreed.
She laughed at his enthusiasm. “I’m thinking about it.”
“Good.” He watched the group across the room gather their lunch trays and stand. He glanced at the clock. He was due back at Command in seven minutes, and it didn’t matter that he was the command—he needed to be on time. “I’ve gotta go, Ivy. My men are assembling. We’ll be on maneuvers beginning tonight.” He was reluctant to admit the rest, “I won’t be able to call you until Saturday morning.”
“Okay.”
She was slower to accept this than he’d have liked.
“It’s not always like this,” he told her. “Just when we’re off communication.”
“I’ll be thinking about you, Jake,” she promised.
“Me, too.” And walking around