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His hands cupped her breasts. He could feel her nipples tightening, lifting even through the heavy cotton of her shirt. Groaning, he slipped his hands under it.
Ah, God!
She was naked. No bra. Nothing between his calloused fingers and the silk and satin of her skin.
“Jacob,” she whispered. “Jacob, please …”
The one word, so filled with need, almost took him to his knees. He pushed up the sweatshirt, bent to her, sucked at her nipples, pressed them against the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
She tasted of cream and honey.
“You are so beautiful,” he said thickly. “So very beautiful …”
His thumbs rolled over her nipples. She moaned; he watched her face as he caressed her, saw her eyes go dark with pleasure.
Sweat beaded his forehead as he tugged her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it aside.
He could see her breasts more clearly now. They were high, rounded, just right for his mouth and his hands.
He kissed them. The curves, the slopes, the apricot nipples. He couldn’t get enough of their silky feel, their delicate flavor; he couldn’t get enough of watching her face as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm from this, just from this.
She began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He helped her. Then he swore softly and the remaining buttons went flying.
His shirt landed on the floor, and she went into his arms.
Skin against skin. Heat against heat.
He knew he couldn’t last much longer.
He drew back. Hooked his thumbs into the sides of her sweatpants, pushed them down …
And went still.
She was wearing panties.
White cotton this time, not lace. They were simple, innocent, dotted with tiny blue flowers.
An equally tiny blue bow rode just below each hip bone.
Jake went to his knees.
Kissed her belly. Her navel. The little blue bows.
And drew the panties down, down, down.
They pooled at her ankles. He cupped her hips with his hands. Brought his face closer.
She gasped.
“Wait,” she said in a shaky whisper. “Really, I don’t think—”
He put his mouth against her, at the apex of her thighs. Her dark curls were silken against his lips.
“Open for me,” he said thickly, and she shifted her legs, shifted again …
And screamed in ecstasy when he found her with his mouth and tongue.
She tasted of passion and of woman, and when he licked at her, her cries rose into the stillness of the morning.
Jake got to his feet, kicked off his boots and jeans and took her down onto the bed with him.
He caught a fistful of her hair. Bent to her. Kissed her. He couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t get enough of that soft, sweet mouth.
Her hands were on him.
Cool. Soft. They swept over his back, his chest; they framed his face as she lifted herself to him and kissed him.
“Addison,” he said, and she said yes, oh, yes, and he moved over her, knelt between her thighs, slid his hands under her …
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Her eyes went to his face.
And he entered her.
She moaned.
His breath caught.
She was wet and hot, tight as a silk fist closing around him as he went deeper, deeper …
She cried out his name. He was shaking.
But, somehow, he held himself still.
Waited until her muscles took all of him in.
Then, slowly, he drew back. Not all the way. Just enough. The sensation, so exquisite, so exciting, made him shudder.
She went wild beneath him.
He caught hold of her hands, brought them to her sides, moved faster, faster …
“Jacob.”
Her voice was low. Breathless. She said his name again and lifted to his thrusts, her body an arcing bow of pleasure as his arrowed into her.
The world blurred.
Sweat glistened on his skin.
“Now,” he said, and she came, sobbing his name, her legs locked around him, her hands clutching his shoulders.
He gave one long, rough groan.
Then he flew with her into a rainbow of color and light.
He lay sprawled over her.
His body was solid. Hard. He outweighed her by who knew how many dozen pounds.
His weight pinned her to the mattress….
And, oh, it was a lovely feeling.
When he moved, she gave a little mmm of protest.
“I’m too heavy for you,” he whispered.
“No,” she whispered back. “You’re not.”
She felt his lips curve against her throat.
“I am,” he said.
She sighed. “I don’t care.”
No. Neither did he. He could stay exactly where he was, forever.
Still, after a minute or two, he rolled off her, wrapped her in his arms, drew her against him so that her head was on his shoulder and kissed her.
A pleased sigh eased from her lips. She felt his mouth curve against hers in response.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice low, a little hoarse. “I think so, too.”
Was sex supposed to be like this?
She couldn’t ask him; no way would she expose her ignorance but the truth was that even though she had a reputation that would have given Salome a run for her money, this was all new.
She’d had only three prior lovers. One had been a virgin, like her. It had happened in college. The other two had been when she was in law school.
Nice guys, all of them.
But the sex …
It hadn’t been memorable.
This—this experience with Jacob … Okay. Both experiences with Jacob …
Memorable.
Incredibly memorable.
Although today might even have been better, Addison thought, repressing a little shiver of delight.
For one thing, the rain had stopped. Daylight was streaming through the windows.
She could see Jacob.
He could see her.
She tried not to blush at the thought.
Plus, last night, escaping his arms, putting space between them, had been what she’d longed for.
Not today.
She wanted to lie here forever. Just like this. Her head pillowed on his shoulder. With his hand stroking the length of her body.
He was doing it in a way that sent just the tips of his fingers over her breast, over her nipple …
She was blushing now. She could feel the rise of heat in her face.
And he knew it. Just look at how he was grinning.
“Whatever you’re thinking,” he said, “how about sharing it with me?”
“That was …” She cleared her throat. “It was … nice.”
“Nice? Nice?” He scowled, rose up on one elbow and looked down at her. “You know how to hurt a guy, McDowell.”
He was teasing her. And she loved it.
Who’d have thought sex could involve laughter?
He grinned. Rolled her on her back. Caught her wrists, pinned her hands high over her head.
“Admit it.”
Oh, the feel of him against her. All that hard, lean muscle …
“Admit what?” she said breathlessly.
“Admit this was better than nice.”
“Maybe,” she said, teasing him back.
“Maybe, the woman says.” He shifted a little. She bit back a moan. He was becoming aroused. She could feel him against her belly.
