Page 66 of Blocked Shot
“The swelling’s gone down. That means the training wheels are coming off,” Jake growls, delivering a sharp smack to her ass and watching it jiggle in the most distracting, mouthwatering way. He wants to bite it.
She lets out an exasperated laugh, but the way her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt tells him she’s just as fired up as he is.
His pulse hammers in his ears, his body thrumming with a deep, primal need. Damn, she smells good—warm, sweet, unmistakably her. It makes his head swim, knocking every coherent thought right out of reach.
He shifts his grip, feeling the flex of her muscles as she playfullykicks her feet, her hands bracing against his back. A spark of amusement flickers through him, but it’s quickly swallowed by something darker, deeper.
He reaches the bed and tosses her onto the mattress, watching as she bounces slightly, her dark hair fanning across his sheets. His sheets. The sight of her there, breathless and flushed, is enough to make his control threadbare.
Natalie props herself up on her elbows, her brown eyes gleaming with challenge, with want. She licks her lips, and his stomach clenches tight.
Fuck, she knows exactly what she’s doing to him.
Jake braces his hands on either side of her, caging her in as he looms over her tiny frame.
“You love this,” he murmurs, his voice rough, low, as he watches her reaction. Her breath hitches, her pupils dilate, but she doesn’t look away.
He drags his fingers slowly up her bare thigh, reveling in the way her skin heats beneath his touch. Every little reaction from her—every sharp inhale, every tremor—feeds something raw and possessive inside him.
“Say it,” he growls, his lips hovering over hers. He doesn’t touch, doesn’t take. Not yet. He wants to hear her say it first.
Natalie exhales shakily, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. “I love this.”
That’s all he needs before his mouth claims hers, before the last of his restraint shatters.
His kiss is rough, all hunger and heat, his fingers seizing her hair and tilting her head back, deepening it. There’s no hesitation, no gentleness—only raw, desperate need. He swallows her moan, his body pressing her into the mattress, making sure she feels every inch of his desire. And God, she loves it. She arches into him, nails scraping down his back, answering his urgency with her own. The way she clings to him, the way she kisses him back like she’s just as desperate, just as consumed—it undoes him completely.
Breaking the kiss, Jake slides her further onto the bed, her bodysinking into the mountain of pillows. “Take off your clothes,” he commands, his chest heaving.
Natalie’s lips are swollen from his rough kisses, her skin turning a delicious shade of pink where his hands have already claimed her. Holding his gaze, she slowly reaches for the hem of her oversized sweatshirt—his sweatshirt—and peels it over her head. The soft fabric grazes her flushed skin before she tosses it aside, leaving her clad in nothing but white lace.
“All of them,” Jake growls.
Biting her lip, she reaches behind her back, unfastening her bra. The delicate straps slip down her arms, and her full, perfect breasts spill free, nipples tight and begging for his touch. Fuck, he needs to suck them. Slap them around. Push them together and thrust his cock between those perfectly pillowy mounds and cover her in his come.
Her fingers skate along her hips as she shimmies her panties down, baring herself completely. When she lies back, her thighs part slightly in an unspoken invitation.
Jake’s gaze drags over her, hot and devouring. His nostrils flare as his eyes settle between her thighs, where her slickness glistens under the dim light.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he rasps.
He yanks his henley over his head, unable to wait a minute longer to feel her skin on his. His jeans hit the floor in a swift motion, followed by his boxers, freeing his thick, rigid length. Wrapping a fist around himself, he strokes slowly, eyes locked on hers.
“You want this?” he asks, voice rough, teasing.
Natalie’s lips part, her breath shaky as she nods vigorously.
“Too bad,” Jake murmurs darkly.
Before she can protest, he prowls up the bed, grabbing her thighs and yanking them over his shoulders. He feels Natalie shudder at the first hot, wet lap of his tongue on her slick folds. He lowers his head and inhales, breathing in her sweet scent, then drags his tongue from her ass to her clit in one long, devastating stroke.
Natalie shrieks, her back arching, “Oh my god!”
Her fingers plunge into his hair, nails digging into his scalp—hard. His girl loves it dirty. He growls against her sensitive flesh, and shebucks her hips against him as he devours her. Every flick of his tongue, every hot, open-mouthed kiss has her writhing.
“Stay still,” he warns, his voice muffled against her. But she can’t. She’s desperately rolling her hips against him in a frantic rhythm. Steam crawls through his blood, lighting him on fire with the knowledge of how desperately wants him—how her body responds to his like she was made for him.
He slips two fingers inside her, curling, twisting, stroking that spot that he knows makes her scream. Her sharp, keening cry shatters the air.
