Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,44

naked. Her body responded. Her core tightened and her nipples puckered. Jake noticed, the heat in his eyes snapping.

He was wearing fatigues, a white t-shirt that outlined his muscles, and his dog tags. His jaw was unshaven and Ivy could see fine lines of weariness around his eyes.

She pushed her hair back and lifted her face, drawn to his warmth. “Hi.” Her voice was thick with sleep.

He took a step forward, brought his body flush against hers, wove his hand into her hair, and held her for a kiss that was deep and searching and so hot it scorched.

Damn, he felt good. She loved the strength of his arms, the solid wall of his chest against her soft curves. There wasn’t space for air between them. His chest lifted with breath and rubbed against her sensitive breasts and Ivy moaned her pleasure into his mouth.

Jake broke the kiss but only so that he could nibble at her lips. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

He was undeniably hard, his thick shaft pressing against her belly.

“Hmmm, and I thought that was a pistol in your pocket.” She smiled against his lips and felt his laughter rumble through his chest.

He kicked the door shut behind them.

“I’ve been like this for days.” He slid a leg between hers, lifted her hips so that her sweet spot received attention, and slid his hands up her rib cage so that he could caress her beaded nipples with his thumbs. Ivy’s head fell back as she savored the sweet sensations and Jake lowered his mouth to the soft skin behind her ear. “You’re incredible. Everything about you.” He began moving them toward her bed. “But I especially love this—“ He nipped softly at her ear and was rewarded with the sharp intake of her breath, the mewling sound it pulled from her throat. “Your response. So open and honest.”

He lowered her to the mattress. “Open your eyes, Ivy.”

Ivy did as he asked, watching him pull his shirt over his head.

But she didn’t want more of the same, not that there was anything wrong with what had happened here a few days ago. But she wanted to give. She wanted control. And she wanted to watch Jake as he received every one of her intentions.

“I don’t think so, Jake,” she said, standing up. “Last time was all about me.” Every time. She hooked her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him closer. “Remember all that talk about equality being good for a relationship?” She lowered her head and sank her teeth into his nipple. It beaded in her mouth and she laved it with her tongue. “I believe you, Jake.”

But he was shaking his head. “Next time,” he promised, but Ivy wouldn’t be denied.

“Talk is cheap, Captain.”

“Lieutenant,” he corrected. “And, ah—“ his words slipped away inside a sigh as Ivy’s hand curled around his shaft. She rolled to her toes and licked at his G-spot, then dragged her teeth across the sensitive flesh. She was rewarded with the thickening of his cock and a long shudder that shook his body. “Really, Ivy—“ he began again.

“Really,” she assured him. “It’s going to happen Jake.” Her fingers tangled in his waistband, slipped the button through its hole. “I’m going to take you in my mouth.” She lowered the zipper and pushed both pants and briefs down his hips. “I’m going to finish what I started in your truck Tuesday.” She gazed at her target. He was a big man, broad shouldered and thick in the chest, so it was no surprise that his penis filled out with equal promise. She applied just her fingertips, tracing the scalloped edge of his crown. He jerked in response and Ivy murmured, “I love follow-though, don’t you, Jake?”

She lowered herself to her knees and Jake buried his hands in her hair, tilted her head up so that their eyes locked.

“I will come, Ivy.” His voice held warning, but Ivy welcomed it.

“That’s the idea,” she said.

“If you don’t want to swallow—“

“I do,” she assured him.

“This won’t last long,” he said. “I’ve been needing you—” His voice broke and his hands trembled but held her firmly in place.

“Hmm,” she hummed her agreement around the head of his shaft as she took him in. She circled the velvet tip with her tongue, teased the ridge, tasted his spice, and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She felt Jake’s hands tighten in her hair, the jerk of his hips as sensation ripped