Love In Secrets (Love Distilled #3) - Scarlett Cole Page 0,44

in the way that felt best until she came apart on a gasp.

“Oh. God. Yes,” she cried, breathless from the depth of her orgasm.

And he’d done that to her. He’d given her that.

Fuck.

He kissed her firmly, capturing the gasps for air, easing her down, slowing his strokes, the pressure, until she’d calmed in his arms. When he pulled his fingers from within her, he ran them across her lips and then kissed her with all the feelings swirling around inside. Tasting her for the first time as she gave herself over to him.

Briefly, he let go of her so he could retrieve a condom, and within a minute, he had it on. He tugged her thigh back over his. It was a simple matter of edging forward and . . .

Instead, he put his forehead to hers. “This is going to change everything, isn’t it?”

“It already has, Jake. For the better. In so many ways,” Cassie said, reaching for him. Her fingers around his dick edged him closer to the release he needed. When she rubbed his head against her wet warmth, he groaned.

Lost to her, he thrust forward, seating himself within her. “Cass,” he muttered against the pulse that raced in her neck.

“Jake,” she whispered.

He gripped her ass, pulling her closer, opening her wider as he began to move.

It was fucking heaven. A head rush. It was everything. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her, the way their limbs were so entangled, the way their lips bumped and bounced against each other in a desperate kiss—it was a maelstrom.

Desperate for more leverage, he rolled Cassie onto her back, staying deeply rooted within her, and reached behind her knee to pull it up against his hip.

“Ah, fuck. Yeah. So open for me. You feel how good it is?”

Cassie groaned beneath him, lost to what was building between them.

Fuck, he couldn’t stop. He wanted the feeling to last forever and he wanted to finish right now. “Love, are you going to come again?” he asked.

“Soon,” she cried. “So . . . soon.”

“Look at me, Cass. I want your eyes on me. I’m so fucking close.”

But she didn’t. She kept them closed. A red flush appearing on her chest, sweat building between them. The telltale sign of vibration hammering down his spine said he was past the point of stopping or slowing down. “Cass. Eyes,” he ground out.

She opened them as she came, and the sight of her caused him to hurtle over the edge and come with her.

Fuck, it was an orgasm that kept on giving. Shudder after shudder as she tightened around him, squeezing every ounce of pleasure from him.

He let the weight he’d been holding in his arms collapse and he fell onto her, his cheek pressed against hers as they gasped and shivered together.

Somehow, she had the energy to wrap her arms around him, holding him close. Leaving him feeling nurtured. Wanted.

He couldn’t explain the way his heart squeezed in his chest, the way the word mine cycled through his brain like vinyl stuck on repeat. It had to have affected her the way it had affected him.

Hadn’t it?

“You okay?” he murmured.

“No. I think I died, was embalmed, and my tomb has been excavated.”

He lifted slightly and eyed her carefully. “You feel like a pharaoh?”

She smiled a smile so fucking sweet he had to kiss her again.

“No, I don’t know why I said that. I think you fried my brain.”

Jake reached for his dick as he slid out, making sure he had hold of the condom. “If it helps, I think you short-circuited my dick.”

“It was good, right?” she asked, an unexpected hint of insecurity in her voice.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her close until she was tucked in against his side, her head on his shoulder. “It was better than good, love. It was fucking incredible.”

She placed a chaste kiss against his shoulder and lay back down.

The house came to life around him. The air conditioning kicked in. He heard the coffee pot gurgle in the kitchen, ready for him to grab a cup before he headed to the distillery.

But not even the thought of coffee going cold or the pending day’s production order could get him to move.

Because for the first time since he could remember, he had a bone deep feeling of satisfaction. Of happiness. Of something other than gin and worrying about his siblings.

When he’d told Cassie they couldn’t reduce what they had to friends with benefits, it was because