Dangerous Lies(29)

Finding the glasses in the kitchen, I filled it with water, pounding it down, willing it to help pull me back to the now and away from my past.

A creak caught my attention, and my back straightened, the hairs on my neck sticking straight up between the beads of sweat. Setting the glass down, I moved my eyes to the hallway where the sound came from. Just as I was about to lift the gun from behind my shorts, a timid, wide-eyed, caramel haired beauty poked her head around the corner. Her hair cascaded around her shoulder, fluffed and mused, no longer up in a ponytail like before. She was a sexy sight for my pained eyes.

I froze, untucking the gun from my shorts and lowering it below the island, thankful it was out of her sight. “Did I wake you?” I asked, clearing my throat, opening a cupboard below the island. I set the gun inside behind a box of cat treats then rose back up.

“No,” she said softly, tiptoeing around the corner and toward me. She held a pillow to her chest for cover. “I heard a noise. I assumed it was you, but I’m paranoid.”

We had that in common. “So, I did wake you, but you’re just too nice to tell me otherwise.”

She walked around the island counter until we were a few feet apart.

“I was sleeping so soundly. Something I haven’t done in a long time.”

“I could tell by the way you were snoring,” I teased. “Heard you all the way out here.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I don’t snore!”

I merely shrugged my shoulders.

Shaking her head, she slapped my arm playfully, her fingertips gently stroking where she had smacked me. Now we were standing only inches apart.

My eyes danced with humor, and she knew I was only kidding with her.

“Have you slept?”

I pointed to the empty glass on the counter. “A little. I was thirsty.”

She nodded her head, her eyes finding the glow of the television. “Were you sleeping on the couch?”

I nodded. “I wanted to be close by if you needed me.”

“That’s sweet of you.” Her voice was small when she spoke, her fingers lightly tracing circles along my bicep.

I searched her face, trying to figure out what was going on in that beautiful brain of hers.

Bravely, she removed the pillow from covering her chest, setting it on the island counter. To my pleasant surprise, she was shirtless. My eyes roamed downward with no shame, completely forgetting the terrible nightmare I had only minutes ago. Her breasts were perky and full, and the gentleman inside of me was smacking the back of my head to look away, but I ignored him.

“Come to bed with me, Jake,” Cora purred, her voice low and seductive.

My eyes snapped to hers. She was biting her lip, a come hither stare pointed my way. My cock stirred in my shorts. Did she really want this right now?

Her arms snuck around my waist, her pebbled nipples tempting my chilled skin.

She trailed her fingers up and down my spine. “Are you okay? You’re sweaty and a bit clammy.”

I nodded, claiming her lips with my mouth. She didn’t need to know the real reason why I was awake.

She hummed into my mouth, her tongue demanding entrance. I hugged her close, both my hands sliding down her back and to her ass, gripping each cheek tightly. I needed her this way. I was pent up and anxious, and the ache for Cora was making me insane with lust.

I dug my hands under her shorts in search for skin, finding lace. She moaned against my mouth when I spread her cheeks, my fingers dangerously close to her hot entrance. I rubbed overtop the lace, my mouth leaving hers and searching for her neck. She groaned, her hands grasping chunks of my hair. She wanted this just as badly as I did. I could tell by the rise and fall of her chest, the slick heat moistening her panties, how her body trembled as I sucked on her neck. My fingers itched to enter her, feel the warm and soft place that I craved to explore with multiple parts of my body.

This wasn’t the timid Cora. She said she was worried she’d freak out if we were intimate, and I was willing to take that risk.

She reached behind her, grabbing a hold of my wrists and breaking our embrace.

“Come to bed,” she panted, walking backward.

I caught up with her, picking her up and latching her legs around my waist.

She clung onto the back of my neck with her hands, licking her lips with intent. I nuzzled between her breasts while I carried her, nipping gently and licking, finding my way to one pert nipple. She moaned as I suckled, grasping my hair and shoving my head into her chest.

We tumbled to the bed, her flat on her back and me on top. I stayed focused on her luscious tits, kissing and licking one nipple, rubbing my cheeks between them before finding the other. She arched her back, her core searching for friction.

Unable to slow myself down, I dove one hand downward, cupping and massaging her mound over the top of her shorts. She groaned, wiggling beneath me.

“Jake, please,” she begged.

Tugging a nipple between my teeth, I slipped my hand under her shorts, finding the smooth warmth of her pubic bone, traveling lower to her hot center. She was primed and ready, my fingers barely finding any traction as they entered her tight hole.

“Oh yes,” I hissed. “You’re frisky right now, aren’t you, Love?”

She sighed in relief as I stroked her, her hips grinding onto my hand.

Taking my lips from her nipple, I watched her reaction, pumping my hand in a steady rhythm. Her jaw was relaxed yet her eyes were clenched closed. She was absolutely gorgeous. She needed to come, more than once and hard. I wanted to blow her mind.