The Sapphire Affair (Jewel #1)(57)

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

Like high school. Like college. Like dry humping. Which could be pretty f*cking awesome when you wanted a woman with this kind of intensity. She lifted her skirt and pressed against his hard-on through his shorts.

He wrapped his hands around her rear and squeezed, then pulled her closer, guiding her moves. She parted her lips, a sexy sigh escaping as she rocked against him, the full length of his erection against her wet panties. She swiveled her hips and jammed down hard on him.

“I’ve been picturing this,” he said as she rocked back and forth against his hard-on.

“Just like this? Clothes on?”

“On. Off. Doesn’t matter. Ideally off. But I’ll take this,” he said, groaning as she picked up speed. “You look so f*cking hot on top of me and you feel incredible.” He could only imagine how fantastic she’d feel when he was buried deep inside her, her wetness gripping his dick. Desire crashed wildly through his body as she moved faster, building friction, seeking release. “I bet you’d look crazy hot under me with your legs spread, and you begging me to slide into you and f*ck you ’til you come hard.”

Her pretty green eyes widened, and for a moment he wondered if he’d gone too far. If his dirty words and filthy thoughts were too much for her. But she didn’t answer him with words. Instead, she answered by rocking her pelvis faster on him. She dropped her face to his neck and layered soft little kisses there.

Kisses that drove him wild.

She reached his ear. “Two,” she whispered, and he knew what she meant.

“Go for it.”

“I want to come like this,” she whispered like it was a naughty confession.

“Do it,” he said, like a command. “So no one hears you but me.”




No way was she going to do this. She could not, would not, dry hump him to orgasm outside on a beach. But she was doing it anyway, riding him with her clothes on, craving more of his sweet dirty talk. “Tell me how much you want me to come,” she said, her voice sounding like it belonged to someone else as she talked to him in ways she’d never spoken to a lover before.

“So. Fucking. Much,” he said, his strong arms looped around her, his hard length pressing between her legs, his sexy growl in her ear. “I love the way you look when you lose control. How your lips part,” he said, narrating her own path to orgasm as her lips fell open. “How your breathing turns fast,” he continued, and her breaths came quickly. “How you rock against me wildly, your hips going crazy.”

“Oh God,” she said, gasping as she chased her own orgasm, racing after it, like a comet, grabbing its tail and holding on for dear life as it flew. She started to shout his name, and in a second his palm was on her mouth, so she screamed into the silence of his hand as she came undone on him in a wild frenzy of silence and heat.




She would not be deterred tonight. As soon as they reached Happy Turtle where his car was parked, she dropped her hand to his shorts, cupping his erection.

“I have to tell you something,” she began, stroking him through his clothes.

He moaned. “Is this truth or dare?”

“Truth. And it’s this. That ratio just got compressed.”

“Is that so?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“That is so. Because tonight we’re going to be two-to-one.” She moved in close and whispered in his ear. “I want my turn. I want you.”

“Steph,” he said in a low warning.

“Jake. Resistance is futile.”

“Does it feel like I’m resisting?”

“No. It feels like you’re dying for me to wrap my lips around you,” she said, unzipping his shorts in a flash.

He grabbed her hand, stopping her. “In the car?”

“In the car?” she repeated, imitating his deep voice. “Yes, like you did to me yesterday. Think of it as my evening the score.”

“But I’ve given you two orgasms,” he said playfully, but then he stopped talking when she sneaked her hand into his boxer briefs. She bit her lip as she felt him for the first time. Holy hard-on. Holy size. Jake was packing some serious inches. She’d sensed it from rubbing up against the full length of him, but now with her bare hands wrapped around him, she had the confirmation. She ran her hand up and down him, hot and heavy to the touch. Fireworks ignited in her, setting off a new round of sparks all over her body just from this—from the moment of contact.

“Lower your seat,” she said, and he obliged, dropping the driver’s seat to a fully reclined position.

“Take your shorts off,” she continued, thrilled to give him orders.

With his big hands, he pushed his shorts down to his knees, and she licked her lips as she admired the view for the first time. It was fantastic.

“Anything else you need me to do?” he asked wryly.

She shook her head, wrapped her hand tightly around the base, and met his eyes. “No. Just enjoy yourself,” she said, and lowered her mouth to his hard-on, flicking her tongue against the head.

He drew a sharp breath, and a sexy moan landed on her ears. That was her cue to continue, so she wrapped her lips around him, so damn eager to give back at last. She drew more of him into her mouth, savoring the moans and groans he made. He was not a quiet man, and that was music to her ears.