Page 59 of Lost on Ice
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I hold his gaze as he moves down my body, his eyes burning with desire.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pushes my legs apart and lowers his head, his eyes never leaving mine. When he drags his tongue along my pussy, I throw my head back with a soft cry.
“Oh, my God…”
He chuckles and continues licking and kissing me, sending shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through me.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Jake… holy shit…”
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls.
He devours me like a starving man presented with a feast, licking and kissing my sensitive folds as I thrash my head back and forth on my pillow. I moan and undulate my hips against his mouth, wanting more. Wanting him to lick me harder.
When his thumb finds my clit and begins rubbing it in tight circles, I nearly come off the bed. His fingers dig into my thighs, pinning me down, and it’s like he’s anchoring me and keeping me from flying off into the night.
He slips one finger inside me as he moves his lips to my clit and starts to suck.
“Fuck!” I moan.
It’s almost too much… I’m too sensitive, but I don’t want him to stop. There’s a little ball of pleasure building up deep inside me, growing tighter and tighter with each pump of his finger and suck of his lips.
Dragging my fingers through his hair, I hold him against me, afraid he’ll try to pull away before I reach my release.
“I’m so close…so, so close…”
When he slips a second finger inside and hooks them, he hits that sweet spot and the ball inside me explodes. I scream his name as my orgasm crashes through me, pulling me under until there’s nothing but me and him and the pleasure.
Jake continues to suck and twist his fingers inside me, drawing out my release longer and longer until I try to wiggle away from him.
Chuckling, he lets me go. “Feel a little better?”
I do feel more relaxed, and my mind is a little clearer.
“Yeah… yeah, I do.”
Crawling back up the bed so he’s lying next to me, he surprises me when he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me so my back is resting against his chest. Shouldn’t I reciprocate?
“Jake, what…”
“Shhhhh,” he whispers. “Just go to sleep. I’m here. I got you.”
The feel of his big body wrapped around mine does make me feel safe. Secure.
I can breathe easier and as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heart, I feel sleep finally taking me over, and I willingly let it take me.
Chapter Twenty
JAKE
It’s beenthree days since Abbie and I went to the police station and they found the cameras in her room. I’m still so furious about that. I want to hunt down the fucker who’s doing this to her and beat him to a pulp. When I go to sleep at night, thinking about what he did, I can practically taste blood.
The security guys came and installed a camera on the apartment’s front door, and thankfully, Abbie hasn’t received any more notes or texts from the asshole.
Still, I’m uneasy. This is just the calm before the storm, I’m certain of it. The bastard will be back. He didn’t follow her from Harrisburg to Ivy Glen to give up this easily.
I’ve never felt so much rage before. Rage that I haven’t been around to protect her. Rage that she left Ivy Glen for Harrisburg in the first place.
Rage that she’s so scared and hurt because she doesn’t feel like she can have Lilah with her in their home at night and is forced to shuffle her back and forth between the apartment and her dad’s house.
