Rules of Protection(82)

“It was a good guess,” Jake said, which made me feel better. He swiped a strand of hair from my cheek and pushed it behind my ear. His hand rested on my neck, his thumb rolling lightly over my cheek. His eyes glazed over with emotion. “I…I don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to you, Emily.”

I touched his face in an effort to comfort him, but didn’t miss the shift in his posture or the stretched seam in his jeans. “Jake, I—”

“I need you, Emily. I need to touch you, to feel you under me. No more waiting. No more wanting. Right now.”

“What about the rules? You said—”

“Screw the rules.” He pushed me back onto my back, rolled on top of me, and nuzzled into my neck. “Now, where were we?”

Something dug into my rib cage. “Wait a second. You forgot something.”

“I have condoms,” he whispered, touching his lips to my skin.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said, though he ignored me, still licking and kissing my neck. “Jake…? Jake, stop.”

Reluctantly, he paused, but I could feel his hard-on through his jeans. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“No. It’s hurting me. Where are you putting your gun?”

Jake grinned widely. “Depends on which one you’re referring to.”





Chapter Eighteen

Once Jake’s 9mm handgun rested safely on the nightstand, he returned to the bed. He slithered up my body, kissing and touching lightly. An orientation of sorts. As if he was accustoming me to his touch, preparing my body for the inevitable.

The stubble on his chin rasped across my sensitive skin like steel wool, making the pangs of longing start low in my belly. I craved the tenderness he offered. The need to fulfill ourselves threatened to amp up the passion quicker than expected. Our clothes were merely speed bumps in the road to stimulation.

With our clothing lying in a heap on the floor, Jake pressed his lips to my ear, whispering obscene rumblings of expectation and promise. “You have no idea what I want to do to you, Emily. What I’m about to do to you,” he corrected. “God, I want to taste you.”

I could’ve OD’d on his words alone. I licked my wet, swollen lips. “So what are you waiting for?”

He propped himself up on his knees and flitted glances up and down my body, staring ravenously with a sex-starved expression. Jake resembled a man in a hunger crisis eyeing a buffet. It was a raunchy glare, his darkened eyes sponging up every detail of my naked flesh.

When his tender mouth closed on my inner thigh, I pressed my fist to my lips and let out a muffled cry. With feathery strokes of his tongue, Jake massaged my thighs, tempering me, adjusting me to his heat slowly before he tasted.

His ambitious mouth targeted me in all the right places. I arched under him, my hips undulating rhythmically in time with his pace. His creative fingers pulsed over my sensitive skin, causing the pressure to build. My hands fisted his hair as he pushed two large fingers inside me, rapidly building pressure that would result in an explosion.

The elusive orgasm I’d been chasing since I met Jake fiercely consumed my body like flames from a fire. I twitched and convulsed recklessly until my breath bottomed out and I finally let out a deep, satisfying moan.

I wanted to feel him plunging into me with the forcefulness he possessed. But he had other plans. Jake held on to my hips, pulled me back to him, and continued his exploration of my body with his mouth. I begged him to take me, but he ignored me. Instead, he carried me over the threshold of pleasure once more.

Waves of sensations vibrated inside me, making me purr with ecstasy. I appreciated the attentiveness, the generosity, but even then, for a brief second, I wasn’t sure Jake would stop long enough to give himself to me fully.

I squirmed in his grip, begging for more. “God, Jake, I want you. Please…”

The grin he wore as he rose to his knees wasn’t lost on me. He wanted to hear me pleading, begging him to penetrate my body to alleviate the deep, throbbing ache only one part of his could. He quickly snapped on a condom and kneed my thighs apart, positioning himself with his hand. I could feel his erection prodding at my soft folds, but he didn’t shove into me as expected.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, unwinding my fingers that were still coiled around the sheets and interlacing them with his.

The heavy-lidded, lust-filled gaze I offered lit up his face, and a primal urge took over. He pulled my hips up roughly and grunted as he buried his thick, hot shaft inside, grinding against me fully. He kept scorching eye contact that burned into me, searing me with his flesh as well as his mind. It wasn’t fair for a person to have this much power over my emotions, my body, but I had accepted it the moment our clothes hit the floor.

No air was left in the room. I couldn’t catch my breath. I was plummeting in a merciless freefall that sucked all of the oxygen from my lungs and, although I grasped for it, my ripcord of completion was still out of reach.

I swept my hands along his back, feeling the hard-packed muscles tightening, rippling under my fingers. He was getting closer. But Jake was going for the big O…mine, not his own. Purposefully, he was holding himself back until he got what he came for. Literally.

He didn’t seem obsessed with trying to make me scream like a porn star, but I couldn’t say the urge hadn’t been there to do so. If I didn’t come again soon, I’d surely end up with brain damage.