Page 40 of The Kiss Keeper
“I’m going to lick and suck every inch of your body.”
She bit her lip as he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock.
Without the gift of sight, her hands slid down his back, greedily exploring his body until she reached his ass and dug her nails into his flesh. He sucked in a tight breath, wanting to drive in hard. He tensed, so ready to have her calling out his name in ecstasy when he stared down at her and stilled as a wave of familiarity crashed over him. He liked having her blindfolded. He liked it a lot. He wasn’t much into the kink, but this felt right.
“Are you ready?” he whispered against the shell of her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped.
Desire thrummed between them as he thrust inside her and was met with her sweet, warm heat.
With her blindfolded, he stared down at her and pumped his hips. He liked watching her. He’d never noticed the little things about the women he’d fucked. But with Natalie, every gasp and every sigh drew him in, deeper and deeper. He slid his hand down the side of her body and cupped her ass, changing the angle to deepen his penetration and grind against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
He dialed up his pace, and she wrapped her arms around him, anchoring her body to his. Lust and need hammered through his veins as he worked her into a frenzy. An ocean, raging with a feverish intensity, threatened to swallow them whole. But he needed more. He needed all of her. Removing the blindfold, he met her gaze and cupped her face in his hand. He kissed her and swallowed her sweet cries of pleasure as she met her release, and he couldn’t hold back. Lost somewhere between the past and the present, a storm thundered through him, and he flew over the edge. The coil wound tight in his belly exploded with a rush of heat and euphoria.
He’d been guarded for so long, this freedom to let go, to give himself over so unreservedly felt as if someone had handed him a get out of jail free card. A wave of peaceful bliss he hadn’t known in years engulfed him as they came back from ecstasy’s abyss.
A tangle of arms and legs, he smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear.
“That was some…intercourse,” she said, catching her breath.
He chuckled. That word would never sound the same to him again. He shifted his body off of her and covered them with a worn quilt from the end of the bed.
“Are you like this with all your fake girlfriends?” she asked, resting her head in the crook of his neck, and the tightness returned to his chest.
He wasn’t like this with anyone. It had to be this place. It had to be the memories of who he used to be that brought all his defenses crashing down. He didn’t have the luxury of being like this with anyone, especially her. Emotional ties made a person vulnerable and weak, and in his world, love and control couldn’t coexist.
And more importantly, he wasn’t just here to pretend to be Natalie Callahan’s boyfriend.
He was here to get her family’s land—the only thing standing between himself and complete control of his life.
She hummed a sleepy sigh against his neck. “Good night, Fake Jake.”
He stared at the ceiling of the cottage. That’s who he was, Fake Jake. He could write off tonight as a lapse in judgment. But from this point on, he’d need to keep his cock in his pants and his eyes on the prize.
6
Natalie
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Natalie tried to move but couldn’t. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was quite lovely—like sleeping in a cocoon—when something hard pressed against her ass.
This was no ordinary cocoon.
She blinked open her eyes and glanced down to find a muscled and nicely tanned arm wrapped around her torso. And that something hard pressed to her backside? That was the magical cock of her fake boyfriend.
The first Jake to make her come.
Oh, she’d slept with the other Jakes. She’d twisted herself into a pretzel for each one, trying to be whatever woman she thought they’d wanted. Unfortunately, that meant faking a lot of orgasms.
But there was no faking the rush of carnal release that tore through her last night with her fake Jake. Nope, that round of intercourse didn’t require any pretending or sneaking away to finish herself off after an unsatisfying roll in the hay with a lackluster Jake.
It was still hard to believe that twenty-four hours ago, she’d thought her day was going to include a job offer and then a trip to Maine with her boyfriend.
Instead, she was here with Jake Teller. That’s what the TSA agent and the gate agent had called him, right?
OMG! She was only about eighty-six percent sure that was his name.
