Page 11 of Blocked Shot
His fingers tighten in her hair, just enough to make her gasp. The pressure is possessive, protective, aching with the need he’s trying so hard to keep on a leash.
Jake takes her parted lips as an invitation and kisses her deeply. His mouth is firm, coaxing. A soft groan hums from the back of his throat as she kisses him back, hesitant at first, then deeper.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers against her lips. “So soft… Jesus, I want to touch all of you.”
His hands are everywhere—spanning her back, dragging down to cup her ass, squeezing tight before lifting her off the floor like she’s nothing. Her breath stutters as he walks them backward, never breaking the kiss, his body caging hers.
The couch meets the backs of her thighs, and before she can speak, he lowers her onto the edge, then steps between her parted knees. She wraps her legs around his waist instinctively, drawing him flush against her.
And God, he’s… a lot. Thick and heavy through his jeans, pressing right against the heat between her legs. She moans into his mouth, grinding up into him, shameless now. The friction makes her clench, already wet for him.
His fingertips skim the sides of her ribs before hesitating beneath her swell of her breasts. He pulls back slightly, blue eyes searching her face, his chestheaving.
“Is this okay?”
A warmth spreads through her, not only from his touch but from the way he asks, from the way he looks at her.
She nods, barely trusting her voice. “Yes.”
Jake curses softly, his hands sliding under her shirt, palms hot against her bare skin.
“I need this off,” he mutters, dragging his mouth down her neck again.
His hands clutch at the hem of her tank top, tugging it up. She raises her arms and lets him pull it over her head until she’s bare above the waist except for her lacy black bra.
Jake steps back just an inch, breath stolen. His eyes rake over her chest like he’s starving.
“You’re a fucking masterpiece. I need my hands on every inch of you,” he rasps.
His hands cup her breasts through the lace, thumbs stroking across her nipples, slow at first—then with more pressure, enough to make her gasp and arch into his touch. He leans in, mouth hot and open, dragging his tongue across the swell of one breast before pulling the cup down and taking her nipple into his mouth.
She cries out, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. Her hands dig into his hair, pulling him closer, and he groans around her, sucking harder, licking, teasing, until she’s trembling.
Her hips roll against him, needing friction, and she feels the thick bulge of him through their clothes. She wants more. She needsskin.
“Jake,” she says, voice wrecked. “Take off your shirt.”
He obliges, tugging it over his head in one fluid motion. His torso is all muscle, his abs cut, chest broad and dusted with golden hair. She runs her hands over it greedily, nails dragging across his skin just to feel him flinch.
God, she’d only met him tonight, but she is already sure she would let this man do anything to her right now. The thought should terrify her. Instead, it sends a throb of heat through her, making her panties damp as she presses closer, legs wrapping around his thick, muscled waist.
Damn, his ass is firm.She can feel the raw strength of him betweenher thighs, and it only makes her hungrier. The man is built like a sexy tree trunk—and she wants to climb him.
He leans in close, his voice rough against her ear, low enough to feel like a secret, filthy enough to knock the breath from her lungs.
“I want you in my bed, Natalie,” he murmurs, “spread out and aching. I want you soaked and begging, too wrecked to remember anything but my name.”
Oh my God.
Her brain short-circuits. A flush scorches up her chest. Her lips part, but no sound comes out. She's not the kind of woman who does this. Not the type who melts when a guy talks like that—especially not someone she just met.
Except… apparently she is.
Her phone buzzes from somewhere in her bag on the floor, the sharp vibration cutting through the quiet apartment like a cold splash of water. Natalie's whole body tenses. Jake freezes too, his breath still warm on her neck, and she can feel his frustration even before he speaks.
"Just leave it," he murmurs, trying to pull her attention back as his lips find her jaw again.
But something in her gut tells her she can’t. Like a whisper brushing the back of her neck, murmuring something's wrong before anyone tells her. And she's learned the hard way not to ignore that feeling. Her heart starts racing for all the wrong reasons now.
