Music of the Heart (Runaway Train #1)(65)

Jake’s gaze roamed over my br**sts. “God, these are amazing…and real.”

I couldn’t help giggling at his statement. “Um, should I say thank you?”

He chuckled. “Sorry for the caveman comment. It’s just you’re so damn perfect everywhere. Including your tits.”

His mouth hovered over my nipple. As his breath warmed my breast, I arched my back, encouraging him to stop tormenting me. Happily, he obliged and sucked my nipple into his mouth. “Oh Jake,” I murmured. The sensation was like nothing I could have imagined. While his tongue assaulted my nipple, his other hand continued massaging my other breast. I couldn’t help the moans and whimpers escaping me. It felt too good to be quiet.

While he continued giving my br**sts attention, I opened my legs wider, allowing him to sink closer between my thighs. My h*ps bucked up involuntarily to his, and I felt the bulge growing beneath his jeans. He pushed back against me, and I cried out. Grazing my nipple with his teeth, he then began to rock his erection against me.

“Mmm,” I murmured, turning my head from side to side. I matched his rhythm lifting my h*ps to meet his thrusts. Pressure continued to build between my legs as Jake rubbed against me. I bit down on my lip to stifle my cries. If it felt this good now, what would it be like when he actually touched me there or put his mouth there?

The friction was driving me wild, but it wasn’t enough. “Jake,” I whispered.

He raised his head from my breast. “What do you want, Angel?” he rasped.

“Touch me.”

“You sure?”

I bobbed my head. “Yes, please.”

Rolling off of me, one of Jake’s hands abandoned my breast to trail down my abdomen. When he got to the band of my yoga pants, I sucked in a breath. The back of his hand feathered tantalizingly across my stomach, and I couldn’t help but buck my h*ps up to him. Chewing his lip for a minute, he gazed down at me. “Has anyone ever…”

Warmth flooded my cheeks at his question. “No.”

The cocky little smirk that filled his face caused me to smack him. “What?”

“The victorious caveman look you just made at being my first third-base action.”

He grinned. “Sorry, but it’s new for me too. You know, to be someone’s first.” As his fingers tickled along my abdomen, he asked, “Have you ever touched yourself?”

“What’s with the inquisition? Just do it already!” I shouted.

Jake’s eyes widened. “Shh, you’ll wake Jude and Melody.”

Mortification rocketed through me, and I covered my head with my hands.

“So is that a yes or a no?” Jake prompted.

I peeked at him through my fingers. “Yes, I have,” I whispered

At my admission, he groaned. “Oh Angel,” he murmured before his hand delved beneath my pants. When his fingers brushed against me, I gasped with pleasure. Jake drew in a ragged breath and asked, “When you touched yourself like this, did you come?”

Even though I was embarrassed, frustrated, and even a little angry at his question, I found myself replying, “Mmm, hmm.”

He pinched his eyes shut. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I could say the same thing about what you’re doing to me.”

He chuckled as his eyelids fluttered open. “I know.” When he gazed into my eyes, desire burned bright in his. “Maybe I should stop asking questions and just kiss you, huh?

“Yes.”

As his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth, his fingers delved between my legs. When he finally stroked my sensitive folds, I moaned into his mouth. The pressure continued to build as I rocked my h*ps against his hand. Beads of sweat broke out across my forehead. I couldn’t imagine anything could feel this good.

Jake tentatively slid his finger inside me, and when he started moving it in and out, I went over the edge. “Jake! Oh yes! Jake!” I cried as my walls clenched around his finger. When I finally came back to myself, Jake was staring down at me. “You’re sexy as hell when you come.”

I quirked my brows at him as I fought to catch my breath. “That’s good to know.”

He shot me a wicked grin. “I love the way you called out my name. It was so f**king hot.” He rose up on his knees while his hands went to the waistband of my yoga pants. “You want me to make you come again?”

“Do you always do this sweet talking with the girls?”

He paused in pulling down my pants. “You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s just….”

He grimaced. “It’s not very romantic, right?”

I shook my head. “No, not really.”

Jake sighed. “This is all new for me, Angel. I’m not used to doing the whole emotions with sex stuff. I’m used to f**king and calling it a day.”

I winced at his words. “I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m complaining. I did enjoy it—obviously, I mean, I…It’s just that…”

“No, I get it. You deserve better, Angel. You’re giving me—the most undeserving guy in the world—the most sacred and amazing firsts.”

I shook my head. “They’re mine to give, and I wouldn’t want anyone but you to have them.”

He cocked his brows at me. “Even on the floor of a hotel room?”