Straight Up Love (The Boys of Jackson Harbor #2)(75)

I obey, slowly moving my hips and relishing his groan of approval in my ear, and I’m lost. He strokes me again and again, teasing my clit with his thumb and whispering encouragement as I tighten around his fingers.

After I come apart, he kisses me with so much tenderness that I’d melt if there were a single solid piece of me left.

“I love you.” I slide a hand into his hair, loving the feel of his breath on my neck and his hand flat and possessive against my belly.

“I love you too, Ava.”

The fire crackles beside us, and the moon reflects off the water. I don’t know what’s in store for me next, but I know tonight is perfect.





Jake


Sleeping next to Ava is fucking killing me.

I meant every word I said last night. I’m not going to make love to her here. I don’t want her to feel inhibited in the slightest when I’m finally inside her. But sleeping in the same bed together, waking up with her body curled into mine, her ass rubbing against my morning hard-on, and the memory of her orgasm pulsing around my fingers. . . I’m about to lose my goddamned mind.

I sweep her hair to the side and lower my mouth to her neck. I won’t wake her up, but I can’t walk away without putting my lips on her. I press a kiss to the tender skin beneath her ear then force myself out of bed before my hands start something I can’t finish—at least not with my mom and sister on the other side of the wall.

I go straight to the shower and turn it hot, as if I can wash the lust from my brain. I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked at me last night while we were standing against the house and I described everything I wanted to do to her. Hell, I don’t want to stop thinking about it. Her eyes were dark with lust, and her lips were parted and waiting as she hung on my every word. Her body swayed closer to me with each whispered promise.

Taking her to the lake and touching her there was a longtime fantasy of mine, and when she crawled into bed with me hours later, having her in my arms tested my limits. It was all I could do to resist rolling her over and pinning her hands behind her head as I kissed my way down her body. I want to taste her. I want to know the feel of her losing control when my face is between her legs and she can’t hold still.

I fought the fantasy last night, determined to keep my promise, but now I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke. I imagine pulling her nipples into my mouth until she moans and begs for more, parting her legs with one thigh, the wet heat of her greeting me as I slide inside. I grip myself harder as I remember how she squeezed around my fingers, the arch of her back and the lift of her hips as her body bucked into me.

I let the water spray over me, and I rub up and down my shaft. In the fantasy, her knees draw up around my waist, and I slide into her. Her hips come off the bed as she pulls me deeper and deeper into her body.

In terms of fantasies, it’s pretty tame—her body under me, her eyes locked on mine—but I’m so fucking turned on because it’s so close to my reality. She’s afraid she’s going to disappoint me, but all she has to do is want me in return and I know it’ll be more than enough. Ava with me and turned on is my biggest fantasy.

I grip my dick harder and quicken my strokes, tilting my face up to the spray.

I don’t know what makes me open my eyes, but when I do, Ava’s standing on the other side of the glass shower door, watching me. She’s wrapped in my dark blue robe, her hair pulled into a sloppy bun on top of her head. I didn’t think I could be more turned on than I was imagining her two seconds ago, but I am the moment I recognize the heat in her eyes.

I release myself and open the door. “Good morning, beautiful.” Her tongue darts out to touch her bottom lip. “Do you want to join me?”

She drags her gaze over me slowly, stopping at my jutting erection. Without saying a word, she unties the robe, lets it fall from her shoulders, and peels off her tank top and panties. Then she’s in the shower with me, and before I can press her against the wall and kiss her as hard as I intend to, she’s dropping to her knees in front of me, her lips parted as she looks up at me from under the spray.

And fuck, I almost come right there, her breath on my cock, her eyes hot and desperate. Her tongue touches her lips before it ever touches me, and anticipation coils up my spine and shoots hot through my blood.

She puts her hands on my hips and runs them over my ass, down the backs of my thighs and back up, scraping her nails over my abs before taking my hands and guiding them into her wet hair.

She wraps her mouth around me, and my hips jerk. I have to concentrate to keep myself from thrusting into her mouth—because holy shit, the heat of her wet mouth and the sight of Ava on her knees in front of me is everything.

“Christ, Ava.”

She moans, and the vibration sends another shot of liquid fire through my blood. She wraps her tongue around the bottom of my shaft and sucks. I thread my fingers through her hair and guide her lightly because I know she wants this connection, wants this reassurance that she’s giving me what I need. Fuck, how could she doubt it? It’s so good. I’m afraid I’m going to lose control and push her to take me deeper than she comfortably can. She’s barely gotten started, and I’m ready to come in her mouth.

“It’s so good,” I murmur, and she sucks me deeper and curls her nails into my hip. I don’t want to close my eyes because I love seeing her like this. It’s my fantasy come to life. It’s better than my fantasy. But the pleasure builds at the base of my spine and refuses to let me do anything but submit. “Ava.” I tug lightly on her hair, urging her up, but she stays put, and I release a muffled curse as I come.