Page 63 of Trust

He glanced down at Lani. “What?”

“Mad Dog Daniels. MMA fighter or he was. He’s also Emily’s brother.”

And, yeah, he saw it now. They had different coloring, but they had the same shade of eyes.

He took Lani’s hand. “Your room?”

She smiled and started off toward the right of the entrance. He glanced back at the door and realized it was closed and locked. He hadn’t even heard that happen. All that mattered was Lani.

By the time they reached her room, his entire body was buzzing. That happened around her all the time, but this was the first time seeing Lani since their night together. He knew how she would taste…how it sounded when she came.

He was happy he hadn’t embarrassed himself and was lucky to be wearing jeans. Sure, he might have the imprint of his zipper on his dick, but at least it was keeping him in check, well, at least a little bit. He knew they should discuss what she had been going through, but hearing it from Dillon sent his protective instincts racing in front of his sane thoughts. There was a primitive need to touch, taste, and make her understand. She was his. Always.

“I like that dress.”

She offered him a tremulous smile.

“You might want to take it off, though.”

Cocking her head to one side, she studied him. “Why?”

This woman. “Because in the next five seconds, I’m going to tear it off your body.”

He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, yanked it off, and threw it behind him.

Her tongue slipped out and wet her bottom lip as her gaze traveled down his body.

“Lani,” he ground out.

She made eye contact again, a quirk of her lips, and he was worried. Stepping forward, her hands went to the waistband of his jeans.

“You didn’t let me do everything I wanted last time.”

She slipped a finger beneath the fabric of his pants and teased the head of his penis. Jesus.

“Tsk, tsk, not wearing any underwear.”

He opened his mouth to respond to her taunt, but she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his chest. Easily, she undid the button, then the zipper on his jeans before stepping back. Her eyes were dark, her face flushed, and he wanted inside her as soon as possible.

“Na-ah-ah, Jake. I get to do things to you. Things I’ve been dreaming about for a while. Drop those pants.”

She lifted her chin and stared him down. She was magnificent. He didn’t hesitate. He did as she ordered.

The curving of her mouth sent another wave of need spiraling through him. Her tongue swiped out again. Without another word, she slipped out of her dress, tossing it behind her. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck, she had the prettiest breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. All she wore was a minuscule pair of blue panties.

He reached out as she walked back to him, making her pause.

“No touching. You do that, and I can’t think. I want to do this.” She raised her gaze from his hand. “I need to do this.”

He would give her anything she ever needed, so if she needed to torture him, he would allow it. Jakob dropped his hands to his sides. With a look of approval, she walked back to him and then fell to her knees in front of him. Her bent head was erotic enough for him to come, but the moment she wrapped her hand around his cock, he groaned.

“Oh, fuck, yes, that feels good,” he muttered as she stroked him a few times. Then, he felt the flick of her tongue right before she took him fully into her mouth. Again and again, she took him into her mouth, deeper and deeper…and soon, he knew he would lose it if he didn’t pull back.

“No!” She complained, but Jakob was pulling her up.

“I would be more than happy to let you do that until I come, but I need to be inside of you this time.”

Her gaze ping-ponged back and forth, taking in his expression. She nodded as he bent his head to brush his mouth over hers. He walked her back to the mattress, then lifted her to toss her onto the bed. Her surprised gasp and laugh filled him with a sense of rightness. He wanted to spend the rest of his days making sure that she had more than enough reasons to laugh.

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