Page 58 of You Wish
If Georgia was having trouble getting his slacks unzipped before, she was helpless when he pushed her silk to the side and slid one finger in. When another joined the party, she knew without a doubt that this was the best non-date ever.
Wanting him to share in the pleasure, she gave up on his fly and slid her hand inside of his pants, sighing when she found him already hard. She gave a little stroke, then another, and based on the way he was cussing in her ear, she squeezed until his body jerked at the contact, and his hands faltered, nearly dropping her. So of course she did it again.
“That’s playing dirty,” he moaned.
“I thought dirty was your thing.”
“You’remy thing.”
“Good to know,” she said, grateful for the darkness of the room since it hid her cheeks that were tinted with shyness.
“Now, as much as I’d like to continue this conversation, I think my mouth would be better used here.”
Before she could ask whereherewas, her bottom met a cold, hard surface. Jake nudged her thighs wider and then there he was, on his knees, shoulders settled between her legs. Before she could do more than tug her panties to the side, his mouth was on her core.
Then his tongue.Sweet baby Jesus, his tongue. Smooth and silky and firm with the confidence of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. Knew his way around her body.
He kissed and nibbled, driving her higher and higher. Her body coiling tighter and tighter. Just when she thought it was all too good to be true his teeth sank into her pleasure button. Then his fingers swirled and pressed until?—
“God,” she moaned.
“Yes,” he mumbled, his breath skating along the sensitive skin. “What can I do for you?”
“Make me come.”
“I love a woman who knows what she wants and demands it.”
“Then stop talking and get to action.”
She felt his smile against her inner thighs. “Like this?”
Before she could answer, his tongue and fingers worked in unison and he gave a final flick and a swirl and all she could see was what seemed like a million Christmas tree lights sparkling overhead.
Chest heaving, mind spinning, she opened her eyes and had to blink twice. The Christmas lights were really there. They’d managed to slide off the coffee table and onto the floor, landing beneath a Christmas tree.
Jake’s personal tree.
“Now, I get to unwrap my present,” he said.
Cool knuckles slid down her back as her zipper was pulled from the waist to below her butt. Then he peeled the gown in two, slipping it down her body. She swished her hips and the dress vanished, leaving her in nothing but perfume and a black thong.
He sat back on the bed and looked down at her and the expression on his face, good God, it literally stopped time. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to breathe, afraid that if she did it would all be over. And it couldn’t be over. The connection was just too amazing.
He was amazing.
“Jake,” she breathed, not sure how to explain what was happening. It was as though all the emotions and expectations collided into a ball of hot need low in her belly.
“I know,” he groaned, placing a kiss in the curve of her neck. His hands pinched her hips, pulling her toward him. Then hewas magically sheathed and entering her, until she felt so full, so complete.
Digging her heels into his lower back, she urged him even closer, with such force that they tipped back until he fell flat against her. A great combination—that hard, male weight pressing into her soft curves felt so good she couldn’t catch her breath. All the memories she’d cherished over the past decade couldn’t even compare to the real thing.
Not even bothering to brace his weight, Jake drove into her and she came hard and embarrassingly fast. Not that it deterred him, since he continued pumping, creating hundreds of aftershocks.
“I want you to let go.”
“I want to make this perfect,” he said through gritted teeth, still pumping.
“This is perfect,” she said and squeezed her core. She felt his breath catch, and then he pounded two times more before he quickly followed her over.
