Sweet as Candy - Karla Doyle Page 0,59

up. Higher than his navel.

“Everything okay?” he asked, when a strangled gurgle escaped her lips.

“Very okay.”

A bad-boy grin settled into place on his handsome face when he caught her eyeing his cock again. Hopefully, he’d planned ahead and brought condoms, because the just-in-case-it-ever-happens supply she’d bought a few days ago weren’t going to be big enough.

Stepping closer, he cupped her left heel in his palm and lifted it, skimming his free hand over her calf and up the inside of her thigh. “You have great legs.”

An incoherent sound replaced her intended words as Jake coasted his fingers over her clit. Round and round, he circled, delivering enough contact to drive her wild with need. Desperate for more, she tilted her hips.

A chuckle rumbled in Jake’s throat. “Want something?”

“You know I do.”

“And you know I’ll give you anything you want.” He stroked one finger into her, then trailed it up to her clit. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“Make me come.”

“Like this?” he asked, giving the perfect pressure. “Or with my mouth?”

“Your mouth.”

Settling on the bed between her legs, he looked up her body and met her gaze. “Say it again, sweets.” His request wasn’t about consent. It was about wanting. About needing. Things she understood very well right now.

She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair. “I want your mouth on me.”

His pure-alpha growl rippled through her as he pressed his lips against her sensitive flesh. Then kissed her, long and thoroughly. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Another swipe of his tongue accompanied another hungry groan. “You taste so good. Fucking delicious.” He kissed, lapped, feasted on her, as if he couldn’t get enough, taking her closer and closer to the edge.

“There, right there,” she breathed, gripping his head with both hands when his tongue found the explode button.

Arms banded around her hips, he devoured her—mercilessly and deliciously delivering wave after wave of body-shaking, mind-blowing, star-shattering climax. Only when she went limp did he relent.

“Wow.”

The crinkles at the corners of his eyes told her he was smiling, even though she couldn’t see his mouth, which was still busy kissing every inch of her aside from her well-spent clit.

“I was crazy to wait so long for that.”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crease of her thigh. “I’m happy to make up for lost time,” he said, dipping down to gently draw her clit between his lips.

“You don’t have to…” Her intended protest fizzled as her hips bucked upward involuntarily, her body craving more of the pleasure he seemed happy to give. “Okay, maybe one more.”

His burst of laughter vibrated against her pussy, the rich, albeit muffled, sound wrapping around her with warm, joyful contentment. He made it easy. All of it.

That’s when she knew. She was never going back. And she didn’t want to wait another minute—even an orgasm-filled minute—to go forward.

“Jake,” she said, shimmying away from his skillful tongue. “Come up here.”

“After I give you your ‘one more.’”

“I don’t want it right now.”

He stared up at her, furrows forming between his eyebrows. “Was it the laugh?”

“Yes, but not in a bad way. Your laugh makes me happy. You make me happy, and—” She reached for him, smiling when he followed her cue and moved up her body.

Gaze locked with hers, he held himself above her, with their bodies nearly touching. “And?”

“And I hope you brought condoms, because I want you inside me.”

His eyes twinkled. “Hold that thought.” He lifted his body as if to move away, then leaned back in for a kiss.

Her taste was on his tongue as he swept into her mouth. Intimacy she hadn’t known in so long, she’d forgotten what a turn-on it could be. Having it with Jake made it that much hotter. Cupping the back of his head with one hand and grabbing his firm butt with the other, she pulled him down, mashing their bodies together.

He kissed her deeper, rocking his hips, rolling his cock back and forth against her clit. Again and again and again.

So good, every second took her closer to the peak. She tilted her hips, desperate for more pressure, eight-thousand nerve endings fired-up and ready. “Jake,” she whispered.

“I’ve got you, sweets. Come for me.” He stroked his tongue into her mouth, matching his rhythmic, erotic grind against her clit. He banded one arm beneath her hips, holding her tight as he pressed his steel-hard cock exactly where she needed it, how she needed it.

Locked in his embrace beneath his strong,