Page 33 of Home to You
When she pulled back, her eyes searched mine, and I saw the exact moment she made her choice. The air between us shifted, charged with possibility and promise. Her answer came as a kiss.
We undressed each other slowly, deliberately. Unlike a couple of weeks ago, we weren’t rushing, pulling frantically at each other’s clothes in our rush to be together. We weren’t chasing ghosts tonight. We were just two people who’d already lost too much damn time but were finally getting it right.
My fingers shook as I worked the buttons of her flannel, my breath coming rough and uneven as I revealed the skin I’d been dreaming about since Eden had walked back into my life last month.
“Jake,” she whispered, her palms gliding up under my shirt and her nails scratching through the hair on my chest, sending a shiver racing through me.
The last button slipped free, and I pushed the fabric from her shoulders, leaning in to taste her skin. “You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmured against her throat, branding the words there.
We kissed until her knees buckled and she whimpered.
“Shh,” I said, easing us down onto the blanket. “I’ve got you.”
I hovered over her for a beat, brushing her hair back from her flushed face. “Boots first,” I rasped.
A breathless laugh escaped her as her eyes shimmered with a teasing glint. “Thought you liked these boots, cowboy.”
“I do,” I said, shifting to kneel at her feet. “But I like you naked even more.”
She propped herself on her elbows as I worked the boot and her sock free, pressing a kiss to her ankle and smiling at the shiver it earned. The second boot followed, another kiss, another soft gasp.
“Much better,” I said, my voice rough with wanting as I reached for the button of her jeans next, my fingers working it open, then dragging the zipper down. I gripped the waistband. “Lift for me, sweetheart.”
When she did, I peeled her jeans from her body, tossing them aside. My hands skimmed up her legs, pausing at the soft scrap of fabric between her thighs, a patch of moisture darkening it.
“Christ.” I pressed my thumb into the satin and rubbed it against her clit. “You’re so wet for me already.”
She whimpered, her hips arching into my touch.
I leaned in, dragging my mouth up her inner thigh, nipping gently at the soft skin there.
“Need to taste you,” I murmured, easing down onto my stomach, my shoulders pressing her legs wide. Eden’s breath caught, her eyes locked on mine as I leaned in and pulled her scent into my lungs. “I’ve been starving all night.”
A shaky laugh escaped her. “You already ate tonight,” she whispered, fingers threading into my hair like she knew damn well the kind of meal I really wanted.
“Not this pretty pink pussy,” I rasped, dragging the damp panel of her panties to the side and dipping my head to lick her, one slow, deliberate stroke from bottom to top, savoring her taste.
“Christ, you taste incredible,” I groaned against her. “I could spend the rest of my life right here and never get enough of you.”
Her head tipped back for a second, a soft moan spilling from her lips, but when I sucked her clit into my mouth, her gaze shot up, her eyes wide and her face and neck flushed.
I kept my eyes locked with hers as I licked her over and over again, letting her see exactly how much I loved having her like this—open, wet,mine.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, hips rocking up to meet my mouth. “Jake,” she gasped.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice vibrating against her. “Take what you need.”
And then I went to work, licking and sucking her clit, swirling around her opening and fucking her with my tongue until her thighs trembled, her eyes shining with need, her whole body begging for more.
And fuck if I wasn’t right there with her. My dick was hard as steel, my jeans uncomfortably tight, every muscle in my body strung taut with the need to be inside her.
But not yet. I needed her to come first.
I flattened my lips against her clit and sucked hard, my fingers gripping her thighs to hold her steady as I fucked my tongue in and out of her wet heat.
“Jake,” she cried out, her hips jerking and her breath ragged. “Oh my god. Don’t stop.” Her back arched, her thighs clamping around my head as her orgasm raced through her. She sobbed my name, her body trembling beneath my mouth, her pussy pulsing against my tongue.
I worked her through it with soft kisses, not letting up until the last tremor eased and she sagged boneless against the blanket.
