Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,45

through him, and then their smooth, easy pump as he gave in to her demands.

“Is this Okay?”

She could hear the shredding of his control in his voice. It made her wet. That sensual coil tightened inside her. Her bud ached for touch. She reached under her shorts and pressed her fingers to her clitoris. The pleasure was so sharp it made her gasp, her back arch, which brought him even deeper into her mouth.

And then it was over—a sudden disconnect that left Ivy confused and frustrated and wondering how the hell she’d ended up on her back in bed with Jake over her. He took her face in his hands and sought her gaze.

“I can’t. You’re hurting as much as I am.”

His hand found her, the pads of his fingers perfectly rough. They circled her clit, delved into her wet folds, and returned to tease open the petals of her passion.

“Mine,” he said. “All mine.”

But through the sexual haze Jake was building in her, Ivy felt a keen disappointment. Her hands bunched into fists and she pushed against his shoulders. “I wanted that,” she complained. Oh, how she’d wanted it. To make him lose it. She could almost cry in frustration, or scream, but then Jake’s hands were pushing up her shirt, lining her body to his, pulling her against him, and the look on his face at contact was far more emotional than sexual. The tension eased even while his cock remained a rigid reminder of his need. He pushed her shorts down and swept them off her body and then kicked out of his pants. Flushed with passion, muscles flexing as he sought control, his fingertips began a light caress over her fevered skin.

“Just like this, Ivy, OK? Just for a minute.”

His hands stroked from her shoulders, down her arms, to her bottom. He cupped her thighs, holding her to him. His cock nestled against her stomach.

“Damn, you feel so good.”

He felt good too. She relaxed into him, absorbed his strength and heat. She opened her hands and ran her palms over his shoulders, down the sinewy muscle of his biceps and curled her fingers around his wrists.

“I’ve missed you,” she confessed. She’d missed the husky timber of his voice, the spicy scent of his skin, the confidence he exuded. She could tell right now that he was vulnerable, that he had an emotional need as well as physical, and both were intense. She’d seen a similar shadow in his eyes on the side of the road almost a week ago. He had covered it well then, not so much now. And maybe he wasn’t trying to. She lifted her hands and smoothed her fingertips over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw, the tension relaxed from his lips. Encouraged, her fingers drifted to his temples where she swirled them in a light massage. His eyelashes fluttered closed. She smoothed the line between his eyebrows with her thumbs and then delved into his hair. It had grown some and she pulled lightly on the strands, rubbed his scalp and then shaped it with her hands.

His breath shuddered across her forehead, followed by his lips in a soft, barely-there caress.

“You’re good for me, Ivy,” he whispered. His lips reached her ear and his tongue flicked out to stroke the sensitive curves there. Her nipples tightened. His cock stirred in response. “I’m going to make love to you,” he promised. “Slowly. I want to touch every inch of you.”

Ivy felt the tension begin to build again, a smooth slide from her chest to womb. She shifted restlessly and Jake brought his leg up to pin hers gently to the mattress. The thin spattering of hair on his thighs rubbed against her silky skin, causing a delicious tremor to start in her limbs.

“Not too slow, Jake,” she said. She sank her teeth into the tendon on his neck and then sucked the flesh into her mouth. Jake’s breath came thicker. She skimmed her fingertips over his shoulders, traced the scalloped edges of his spine and then filled her palms with the tight cheeks of his ass. She tried to pull him closer, to shift so that his burgeoning length was between her thighs, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Let me love you first,” he said.

Ivy wasn’t deterred. Her hands grew bolder, following his cheeks to the sensitive skin of his thighs and then further still, until she had his balls cupped in the palm of her hand. She squeezed lightly, stroked deeply