Chances Are(23)

He watched her eyes widen as he lowered his head. Before he pressed his mouth to hers, he whispered softly, “You’re sure?”

At her soft response of “With everything that I am” Jake was lost. The instant his lips covered hers, he was engulfed in an erotic burning haze. Sweeter than any delicacy he’d ever tasted, her mouth offered sensual delights he had never imagined.

He pulled away from her soft, luscious lips and then closed his mouth over her breast, sucking deeply, his tongue flattened against her nipple as he pulled at her. The breathy, gasps coming from Angela urged him on. But he needed more. With a growling “Hold on” he cupped her beautiful ass in his hands, lifted her and headed to the bedroom.

Following his orders perfectly, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held tight. Jake could hear words of caution and reprimands coming at him from various sources in his head. He shut them down. He had dreamed about this forever…had wanted Angela from the moment he met her. She had made no secrets of her desire for him. They were two consenting adults performing an act as old as time. It was nothing more than that.

The instant the back of her legs hit the bed, Jake pushed her all the way onto the bed and then followed her down. His mouth became a marauder as he delved into every valley and shadow on her silken body. Starting at her long, elegant neck, he caressed with his hands and his tongue, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he glided to her breasts where he once more tasted each one. With great reluctance, he lifted his mouth and stared down at them. The soft glow of moonlight from the bedroom window highlighted gleaming mounds of perfection.

About to go back for another taste, she arched slightly, brushing her body up against him, reminding him he had even more treasures to taste. Lowering his head again, he kissed and licked her stomach and followed a slow, delicious path to her long legs. Trailing kisses down one leg, he stopped at the bottom, picked up her foot and licked from heel to the top of her toes. Looking up to see what kind of effect that had on her, he became lost in the dark sensuality of her eyes where every emotion was revealed to him—acceptance, arousal and desire. All the things he needed to see.

Taking her other foot, he performed the same taste test and then, still holding her foot in his hand, he leaned forward, bending her leg as he went. And there she was, exposed and open for him. She arched toward him in blatant invitation. With a deep growl of approval, Jake dipped his head. Pausing at her entrance, he breathed in the musky scent of arousal. Never had he smelled anything sweeter. Spreading the folds of her sex, his tongue licked in a long, deliberate swipe. Her hitching breath made him smile. Yes, they both wanted it. This time he went deep, thrusting all the way inside her. Hot moisture hit his tongue as he delved over and over again. Angela’s fingers weaved into his hair, her hands pressed him deeper between her legs. Hell, he could spend a lifetime eating her. Her breath hitched higher and when climax hit, she tightened like the taut string of a musical instrument, her body arching upward toward his greedy mouth. Grabbing her hips to still her movements, his tongue delved as deep as he could go as he let her ride his mouth to fulfillment.

Breathless and panting as if she'd just run a marathon in a matter of minutes, Angela wound down from the most deliciously exquisite orgasm of her life. Jake's head was still between her legs, gently lapping. Wanting to give him the same kind of pleasure, she cupped his jaw in her hand and whispered, “Jake, let me taste you, too.”

She had a flash of fear that regret would set in and he'd leave her without letting her have the same luxury of delighting in his body. That fear was obliterated when he sprang to his feet and stripped with impressive speed and no finesse.

She laughed softly. “It's a good thing you’re not a stripper by trade. The show would be over before it started. You are—” She broke off on a gasp. He was…there was no other word for it…he was beautiful. She had never even seen him without a shirt, which was probably a good thing because she would have been all over him. Every inch of his body was steel encased in smooth, hard silk.

She stretched out her hand and was instantly mesmerized by the feel of him beneath her fingers. He dropped down beside her and then did something no other lover had ever allowed her to do. He sprawled out before her and gave her total access to his body, allowing her to touch him anywhere, everywhere. Her hands glided over him as if he was a piece of fine art and she was a connoisseur. Her fingers trembled as they roamed over the steel hard muscles of his shoulders and chest. The slight furring in the middle of his chest was a delight to touch, the hair coarse and silky at once. She swirled a fingertip around a copper nipple and smiled when it sprang up hard, as if eager for attention.

Trailing her hand down his torso, she explored the hard planes of his abdomen. Her gaze lowered and despite her knowledge that big men often had big parts, she couldn’t prevent the gasp at his size. Without thought of consequences, her only desire was to taste the long, hard length, she opened her mouth and took the head into her mouth.

Jake drew in a sharp breath and pulled away.

She looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Not a damn thing. Just didn’t expect that.”

“Can I have more…now that you know?”

His laughter was a short bark. “Baby, you can have as much as you want.”

She smiled. “I don’t think I can handle as much as I want.” Lowering her head again, she took him back into her mouth and to her throat, testing exactly how much she could take. When he reached her throat, she pulled away to keep from gagging, then tried again. The sounds coming from Jake told her he approved. She reveled in his taste, in the sheer loveliness of being able to give him pleasure.

Seconds later, Jake pushed her away and grabbed her shoulders. Before she could ask him why, he had flipped her onto her back and was devouring her mouth like a starving man. Angela wrapped her arms around him and opened her legs wider, allowing Jake to settle between them. And with one hard, driving thrust, he pushed deep inside her.

Angela met each thrust with a counterpoint arch of her body. In perfect rhythm, as if they had synchronized and planned this sexual dance, their bodies writhed and twisted. Coupled with the need for fulfillment was the desire to give each other everything they had. For every groan from Jake, Angela gave a moaning approval of her own. In beautiful sexual connectivity, they took what they wanted and gave all that was asked.

He stiffened and she knew he was close. Grabbing his hips, she arched up and pushed him even deeper, igniting her own explosive climax. On a wail of ecstasy, release washed over and in that splendid moment of sweetness, Angela knew that her life would never be the same.





Chapter Thirteen

Cocooned in a hard, warm embrace, Angela snuggled against Jake’s chest and allowed herself the fantasy of forgetfulness and peace. She had never expected to be here with him like this. What they had just experienced was something she wanted to hold on to for as long as possible.

She pressed a lazy kiss to his chest and sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed.”

“Me either.” He released a sigh. “It’s a little late to talk about it, but I didn’t use protection and I—”

“Not to worry. I’m covered.” She peeked up at him. “Healthy, too.”

He dropped a kiss on her nose. “Me too.”

“Good.”

His arms tightened around her and they lay in perfect quietness for several more seconds. And then Jake broke the silence and said, “Tell me about your family. Are you more like your father or your mother?”

Loving the rumble of his voice beneath her ear, she wiggled deeper into his arms. “One of mama’s favorite sayings was: ‘I swear, Angela, you’re just like your papa.’ “

“You weren’t like your mother?”

Angela laughed. “Oh yes, very much so. In fact, my father would always counter with, “No, Elena, she’s just like you.””

Grateful for the opportunity to share the memories of her loved ones with Jake, she continued, “My family was wonderfully unique but I guess a typical one, too. We had our disagreements. My father wanted my brother to study architecture but Max wanted to be a painter. He was an amazing artist. From the time he could walk, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life. That didn’t prevent my parents, especially Papa, from trying to influence him. He never budged.” Her voice held a wealth of sadness as she added, “He was on his way to fulfilling his dreams.”

Dropping a comforting kiss to her head, he said, “And your sister, Chloe, what was she like?”

Her eyes closed to prevent the tears, she said, “Like a peaceful river.”

“What do you mean?”

Angela shrugged, unsure if she could do justice to her sweet little sister. “She just had a way about her that was calming. She possessed a maturity far beyond her age. My parents and brother had a tendency toward drama, often overreacting to even the most mundane events. Chloe was even-keeled and serene. She took things in stride and gave great advice.”