Kaleidoscope (Colorado Mountain #6)(35)
He growled and pressed her deeper into the couch. His hands moving to her sweater, he yanked up.
Her arms flew up and she arched her back. He pulled it off and bent to her. Lips to her jaw, he touched his tongue to it, trailing down the salty skin, smelling her hair, tasting her neck, down to her chest, down, his path defined.
“You know what I want, Emme,” he said against her skin, and she did. He knew it when her fingers curled into the cup of her bra and pulled down.
Her breast was as gorgeous as the rest of her.
He closed his mouth over her nipple and drew in hard.
Her back arched, her soft h*ps grinding into his hard ones and she moaned a sexy-as-f*ck moan he felt in his dick.
He drew her nipple in harder.
“Jacob,” she breathed, fingers sliding into his hair.
“Other one,” he ordered, then circled the tight bud with his tongue and he felt her resulting shiver.
Without delay, her other hand lifted to pull down the other cup of her bra and he switched sides.
She bucked underneath him.
Fuck, so goddamned hot, he needed to know what that was doing to her and he needed to know immediately.
So he set about finding out.
Rolling so she was on top, he knifed up, undid her bra and pulled it away, tossing it aside. He lay back, taking her with him. Rolling again, he got her under him, put his hands under her arms and jerked her all the way up the couch so her head was on the armrest, the sexy little gasp this caused he also felt in his dick.
Then he slid down, yanked down the zippers on her boots, tugged them off, then socks, jeans, panties, all cast aside.
“Spread,” he growled.
On another sexy mew, Emme spread.
Deck bent forward and fed.
Christ. Hot. Drenched. Pure beauty. Absolute.
Hands in his hair, one leg over the back of the couch, she shifted the other over his shoulder, digging her heel in his back as she rolled herself up, offering her pu**y, seeking his mouth, demanding he take everything she had.
He took it until her movements and noises got desperate.
Then he rolled off the couch.
Her head moved his way, those exotic f**king eyes of hers closed but she opened them to blink in surprise and he reached down and took hold of her arm. She cried out, the noise part turned-on gasp as she came up fast. He caught her bare, round ass in a hand, his other hand drove into her hair and tipped her mouth to his.
He felt his gut tighten when, even with the taste of her in his mouth, she let him take it as she wound her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips.
Kissing her, he walked her through the house to his bed.
Putting a knee to it at the foot, he walked her up, rested her on the pillows then slid away. He stood at the end of the bed, hands going to the buttons of his shirt as she looked down the bed at him. Eyes lazy. A blush in her cheeks.
She was gone.
Fuck him.
“Jacob,” she whispered, starting to close her legs.
“Stay spread for me, baby.”
Her teeth found her lip, her cheeks got pinker, she hesitated but let her legs settle open for him.
Christ.
Her hair all over his pillow, her sex glistening wet and gorgeous, the taste of it still on his tongue, her eyes half closed, her face flushed, his dick started to throb.
He wasted no time taking off the rest of his clothes and joining her. Reaching beyond her to the nightstand, he opened the drawer and left it open after he grabbed a condom.
Kneeling between her opened legs, he held her eyes as he rolled it on.
“You’re beautiful, Emme,” he whispered.
“Jacob—”
He fell forward and covered her, lips to her lips, he rolled his h*ps and positioned the tip of his c**k inside.
“I’m big, honey,” he murmured against her mouth.
“I noticed,” she breathed, her arms rounding him.
He slid an inch deeper.
Tight.
Heaven.
Fuck, he wanted to bury himself inside.
“You can’t take me, tell me, or you can’t talk, bite my shoulder.”
“More,” she panted, lifting her hips.
Fuck yes.
He slid an inch deeper.
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.
Slick. Close.
Fucking heaven.
“More, honey,” she begged.
He gave her more, slid out and partially back in.
“Jacob—”
“We go slow.”
He gave her more, slid out and then partially back in.
She squirmed under him, tipping up her hips.
Beautiful.
Fuck. Killing him.
“Jacob—”
“Slow.”
“God,” she whimpered as he gave her more, slid back out and then in.
Her legs rounded him and her nails again scraped his back.
“Jacob—”
He opened his eyes. “Slow.”
“But—”
He slid out and back in.
“I—” she began.
“Sl—” he started to repeat, but she tipped her chin, caught his lower lip between her teeth, locked her eyes with his, let his lip go and begged, “Please, honey, f**k me.”
Her words, her actions broke his control and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust in savagely and buried himself to the root.