Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,59

want from him.

“Ana-Lucia Sinclair, are you trying to seduce me?”

I drop the sheets from me, allowing him to see that my breasts are heaving and eager for his touch.

“What do you think, Mr. Bennett?”

He growls and lunges for me, causing the breakfast tray to crash to the floor. I scream and giggle beneath him as he pins me to the bed. I instantly feel how hard he is beneath his boxer shorts, and the knowledge makes me purr like a kitten. I then notice that those blazing green eyes of his are boring into me, and I start to lose myself in them.

“What is it with you and that fucking finger of yours? How on earth are you able to make me lose control so completely?”

I wriggle my hips beneath him and look into his eyes. I lick my lips seductively, and Jake’s eyes widen.

Losing even more of his control, he plunges his tongue into my mouth and kisses me just like he did up against the wall outside his house yesterday. It turns me on even more to know how much of an effect I have on him. I’ve never wanted to please someone as much as I want to please Jake. He’s my world. He is both my song and my dance. He’s my light in the dark.

He completes me.

Pulling my feet up, I use my toes to push under his boxer shorts, trying to get them past his hips.

“My, how flexible you are, Miss Sinclair.”

“Only for you, Mr. Bennett,” I chuckle.

He grabs my nipple and squeezes it, making me arch my back and moan. He traces a line with his finger until he reaches my pussy. Once there, he cups my mound and squeezes a little. “Only for me. This is mine, Ana. Mine.” He sinks a finger deep inside me, and I’m rooted to the bed as the pleasure runs through me.

“Yours, Jake,” I answer breathlessly. “Only yours.”

14

Jake’s determined to take me out so he can buy me some new panties. He feels somewhat guilty for tearing three pairs off me so far. I think he’s also focused on tearing off some more.

“I can always go commando from now on,” I suggest.

We’re sitting in his Range Rover, and just as he’s about to start it up, he turns to face me. I can’t hide the grin on my face as he cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t start this, or I will haul your ass out of the car and drag you upstairs again.”

I place my hand on my knee and gently stroke up my thigh. “I may actually be going commando right now.”

As I stare at my hand on my thigh, I see him tightening his grip on his wheel. I love that I can have this effect on him. It turns me on more than he will ever know.

“You’re fucking killing me.”

Jumping up, I remember something. All thoughts of playing my little game are lost now that I’ve heard him swearing. “That reminds me. How come I can’t swear, yet you’re Mr. Potty Mouth all the time? That isn’t fair.”

With a simple grin, he starts up the engine and presses the button for the garage door to open. “Well, that’s simple. I am a man, you are a lady, and ladies don’t swear. Anyway, I’m sure you like it when I swear. It adds to the caveman qualities you’re always nicely pointing out to me all the time.”

I huff my annoyance. Even though I hate what he said, I can’t help the longing ache in my belly that starts at the very thought of Jake being so commanding. What woman wouldn’t love a caveman like Jake? I would take him and his domineering self any day of the week, but I won’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.

Looking across at him, I frown, causing him to smile in satisfaction that he has one over on me.

“Oh, look, Ana-Lucia Sinclair rendered speechless at last. Who would have thought?” Not knowing what else to do, I play-smack his arm. “Hey, you keep doing that and I may have to report you for domestic violence.”

“Oh, shut up,” I growl.

He starts laughing hard, and the sight of it has me smiling. How can I be angry with him for long?

He pulls out of the garage and pushes the button to close the door. We set off with Jake grabbing my hand and holding it nearly the whole journey to the mall. He’s taking me to Tyson’s as