Understood (Unspoken #1)(14)

She glanced up at him in confusion.

“If you pulled on me one more time with that wicked mouth of yours I would have gone off like a rocket,” he said. “I’m not ready for this to be over when we’ve only just begun.”

She dragged the back of her hand over her swollen mouth and started to rise. Jake reached down for her, easily hoisting her into his arms. His hands curled around her waist as she faced him. She circled her legs around his waist, locking them together in the back

He walked her backward until his legs bumped against the bed. Their lips were close. He bent his head, nudging his mouth against hers. They touched, retreated, then touched again.

Soft kisses, feather light, danced across her lips. He lowered her slowly to the bed. She clutched at him as her back pressed against the mattress.

“You’ve got way too many damn clothes on.”

“You could always do something about that,” she said huskily.

His fingers worked at the buttons of her shirt. Soon the material fell open, baring her lacy bra.

“God, that bra looks good on you,” he said hoarsely.

He worked down to her jeans, easing the zipper down before peeling the denim from her legs. When he’d pulled them away, he bent and pressed his lips against the silky underwear covering her mound. They seared straight through the material, and she twisted restlessly beneath him.

“Don’t tease me, Jake. I want you so much.”

“That’s good, sweetheart, because from now on it’s only going to be me.”

A shiver worked over her skin. Jake wasn’t one to screw around. He was straight talking and made it a habit of going after what he wanted with relentless determination. It scared the hell out of her that he obviously wanted her. For more than just sex.

“I don’t like that look, Ellie. Whatever the f**k it is you’re thinking, just stop it now. Look at me. Tell me who you see. Tell me who’s about to love you like you’ve never been loved.”

“You are,” she whispered.

“Say my name, Ellie.”

“Jake.”

He pulled at her panties then slid the straps her bra down her shoulders. Soon she was naked, beneath him, breathless with the force of her desire.

He bent down and pressed his mouth to her stomach. His lips worked lower, leaving a burning trail. She parted her legs even as he inserted a hand between them.

She knew she looked like a wanton, all sprawled out before him, ready for him to take. His gaze worked up and down her body, and she delighted in the desire she saw there. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She felt a wildness take over her. Like a prisoner breaking free from long endured captivity. She wanted to feel everything. Touch, taste, experience her new-found sexuality. Jake delighted in it every bit as much as Ray had tried to squash it.

“I burn when you look at me like that, Ellie. I swear I’ve dreamed of you looking at me the way you are now.”

“Come here,” she ordered, crooking her finger at him as he had done at her.

He lowered his big body over hers, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him. She didn’t wait for him, she meshed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily.

Her mouth worked hot over his, and their breathing became heavier as their tongues clashed and dueled. His hands slid down her waist, dug underneath to cup her bu**ocks.

His c**k nudged impatiently between her thighs. He worked his hands down to the back of her legs then spread her further. In one hard push, he was inside her.

She sucked in her breath. It caught in her throat then expanded her chest as a rush of electricity surged through her veins.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Gone were her fears of accommodating him. She wanted every inch buried just as deeply as he could go. He stretched her. Stroked the insides of her pu**y until she squirmed and bucked beneath him.

Before she could register the build of her orgasm, it exploded on her with earth-shattering force. She went wild beneath him. She buried her face in his neck, chanting “oh God” over and over again.

Jake held her tight, rocking into her as currents of fire streaked through her abdomen. Every muscle in her body strained against him. Finally she gasped as her orgasm eased. She relaxed in Jake’s arms and melted into the bed.

Above her, Jake chuckled then kissed her. He was still rock hard, buried in her pu**y.

“You sure were in a hurry,” he said as he kissed her again.

“You make me crazy,” she said hoarsely. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

He held himself slightly off her and reached with one hand to stroke her face. His eyed her seriously. “I’m glad.”

He moved his hips, retreating for a moment before sliding back into her. She let out a small sigh of pleasure as the tiny tremors of her orgasm subsided.

He thrust in a slow, sensual pattern. Back and forth, taking his time.

She shoved at his chest. “Turn over,” she directed.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I want on top.”

He grinned and gripped her hips in his hands. He rolled over in one swift motion, and suddenly she sat atop him, his c**k buried in her pu**y.

She wanted to make it as good for him as he had for her. Wanted to make him crazy. Make him beg for mercy.