Sweet as Candy - Karla Doyle Page 0,72

you.” He lifted one of her feet and brought it to his mouth for a soft kiss on the inside of her ankle.

The simple touch sent a ripple of sensation up her leg. “That feels nice.”

“Nice.” His eyes twinkled in the candlelight she’d set up while he’d taken the dog out for a brief walk. “You’re not going to use that word again tonight.”

“What’s wrong with the word nice?”

“It’s not the word I want to hear when I’m kissing your sexy, naked body.”

“What word do you want to hear?”

“More.” He dropped the next kiss beside her knee. “Please.” His fingertips trailed a light, zigzag line over her inner thigh. “Don’t stop.”

The needy tug low in her belly roared to life as he traced the crease at the top of her thigh, then circled around to trace the other side, avoiding the place she wanted his touch most.

“Jake…”

“Yeah, saying my name like that works too.” Her view of his face ended as he descended, his tongue following the same path.

“Please,” she said, tipping her hips higher. “Give me more.”

“I’ll give you everything.” He pressed his lips against her most intimate flesh, kissing it as if kissing her mouth. Soft pressure, gentle, rocking rhythm, then the slow, deliberate slide of his tongue. Up and down. Inside. Lapping. Circling. Pressing. Vibrating.

God, the vibrating. “Right there, don’t stop…”

His shoulders nudged her legs wider, spreading her open. Over and over, he feasted on her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

She arched her back, grabbed his head, desperate to get more pressure, more Jake. Against her. Inside her. “Touch me.”

A hungry groan vibrated against her flesh as he slid his finger into her pussy.

So good. “More,” she whispered. Her body mourned the loss as he withdrew his finger, then erupted with sensation when he gave her exactly what she’d wanted. More long, thick fingers filling her pussy. Another one, teasing her ass. Slowly, carefully.

His growl rippled through her as her body relaxed and welcomed him inside. Just the tip, then more. More. So full, so electric hot, the next press of his tongue on her clit pushed her over.

Spiraling ecstasy roared through her, lighting up every nerve ending. Clutching his hair, she rode the wave, his face, his touch, rocking against him until every last spark faded from brilliant white to sated black.

“That was nice,” she said, when the ability to speak returned.

“Nice?” He crawled up the bed, caging her body beneath his. “I warned you about that word. I guess I’ll have to do something else, to make sure it doesn’t leave your pretty mouth again.

“How are you going to do that?”

He answered by sealing his mouth over hers, leading her in a dance better than any they could have had at the gala.

“Mmm, that was—”

“Don’t do it, sweets.” He narrowed his eyes in warning, but the grin on his face told another story.

A dare she couldn’t resist. “Nice.”

“You’re going to get it now.” Without warning, he rolled onto his back, making her shriek as he took her along for a ride that plastered her on top of him.

Everything about him was hard, solid, and urgent. Except his eyes, those two mesmerizing windows to his soul. To his heart. The way he looked at her was pure softness, filled with the promise of patience and permanence.

“I love you.” The words left her mouth as naturally as breathing. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you that, and now that I have, I wish I’d said it much sooner.”

“No regrets or looking back. Only forward, together.” He cupped her nape and drew her down, pausing before their mouths connected. “I love you, Candace. So damn much. I will do anything for you.”

Happy tears threatened, but she blinked them away. “How about right now?”

“Anything.”

“Lie there and let me enjoy this with you,” she said, pushing up from his body and settling on her knees, between his legs.

No words left his lips, but his eyes darkened with desire. He would never have asked for this. She was as certain of that as she was that he’d love every second of it.

Holding his gaze, she gripped his cock and stroked upward. A few slow, firm strokes with her mouth hovering above the tip. A primer, not that Jake ever needed one. She’d given more hand jobs and blowjobs than she could count, yet none of them counted. This was her first time with Jake. The last first time she’d ever have.

His eyelids closed the moment