Sweet as Candy - Karla Doyle Page 0,60
hard body, she let the spiral of pleasure wash over her, through her, panting and moaning as she came for what felt like infinity.
“One more?” he asked, when she dissolved into a boneless heap of orgasmic satisfaction.
“If it happens while you’re inside me, then yes.”
“That’s guaranteed.” He dropped a kiss on her lips, then pushed up from the bed. Without taking his eyes off her, he located his shorts, then his wallet, then the condom packet.
She’d seen more condoms in the past three years than she cared to think about. None of them mattered now, only the one Jake was rolling down his cock.
The mattress dipped when he knelt on the end. He skimmed his palms over her skin, ankles to inner thighs, gently spreading her legs and positioning himself at the apex. The head of his cock nudged her opening as he lowered his body to cover hers. The slightest forward motion and he’d be inside her, yet he didn’t make it. He held still, cradling her head between his hands, his eyes holding nothing back as their gazes locked.
Emotion surged through her, as powerful and consuming as the orgasms he’d delivered. The urge to tell him everything—that she’d decided to quit Lucky’s, that she was in love with him—nearly overtook her. Later. Right now, she needed this. Needed him inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and curled one leg around his backside. She drew him lower, their mouths meshing as his thick cock slid home, filling her to breathless perfection.
He stilled, groaning against her lips. “You feel so good.”
“So do you,” she said, wrapping her other leg around him.
Hands on her hips, he changed the angle and sank even deeper. His lips found hers again, his tongue plundering her mouth as he stroked in and out of her body. Each thrust was like a match strike, sparking her need to come. A need he fulfilled by slipping one hand between them and rolling two fingers over her clit.
“That,” she breathed. “God, Jake, that…” Her head fell back as another wave of pleasure washed over her.
From his fingers. His cock. His lips and teeth, grazing her neck, her shoulder. His growl against her skin. His voice, rich and husky with desire, saying, “Candace, fuck. Candace. So sexy. So fucking good. Fuuuck…”
He dipped down for a kiss before rolling off to lie beside her.
She turned onto her side, watching the rise and fall of his chest return to its normal rhythm. Inside that chest beat the heart of an amazing guy. She loved his good, kind heart. The body that housed it too. She loved the whole package, inside and out.
The weight of his gaze pulled her attention to his handsome face. He stroked her cheek, gently tucking an errant lock of hair into place. “Everything okay, sweets? You’re pretty quiet.”
“Just thinking about you. And us. All good things.”
“I like the sound of that. Tell me.”
The door was wide open, all she had to do was walk through it. Share her decision about work. Tell him she loved him. She opened her mouth to say the words, but a different voice filled the air instead.
“Mommy…” Macy’s whimper drifted through the monitor on Candace’s nightstand. “My tummy hurts, I feel like I’m going to be—” Retching of the unmistakable variety followed.
Candace sprang from the bed as if ejected. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for being a great mom.”
“Oh my God,” she said, fighting with her robe, which seemed to have become a tangled ball of satin since hitting the floor. “Where the hell are the sleeves?”
“Here, let me.” Extricating the robe from her fumbling fingers, he easily sorted it out, then slipped it onto her body and tied the belt. “What else can I do to help? Round up towels, cleaning supplies, a bucket?”
She shook her head while moving toward the door. “I’ve got this, and you have to go to work.”
“I can go in late.”
“I don’t need help.” The words came out ten times sharper than they should have. Shit. She didn’t have time for this. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“I know,” he said, motioning her out of the room. “Go. Take care of Macy. Text me later and let me know how she’s doing.”
“Okay.” The bedroom door was six feet behind her before she realized she hadn’t even said goodbye. Six feet that felt like a million miles from saying the three big little words that’d been on the tip of her tongue.
Chapter 13
Jake
His phone