Page 15 of Love By Sunset

Her words were cut short as Jake lowered his head, his lips slanting warmly over hers, his hands on each side of her face, cupping her jaw.

‘You came back,’ Jake whispered. ‘That’s all I’m interested in hearing. You came back.’

He thought she looked worried as she leaned back, her eyes searching his face. ‘Yes, but Jake, maybe now I’m here I ought to tell you—’

Jake had done enough thinking in the last few days and didn’t want to hear. He thought it would only be her usual worry, anyway, about commitment and not being sure she should do this. There were other things he wanted to do.

He tugged her closer. ‘Come here, you,’ he growled softly. ‘I was going to suggest we ate first, but now I’ve seen you, I just want to fuck you. To know you. To feel you.’ His hand ran over the side of her face as he gently pushed her hair back and bent to breathe softly into her ear, feeling as he did so a slight sag of her body.

He felt her arms snake round his neck as she pulled herself into him, and it was as if a tornado hit them both. Unable to hold back, their hands moved over each other in frantic exploration, even as their mouths met and clung in an explosive kiss. Fingers tangling in hair… hers in his to hold his head still while she traced her tongue over his lips, then deepened the kiss, his in hers as he angled her head to access her neck and ears with small, nibbling bites.

Clothes were something which got in their way. Jake pulled off his tee-shirt and abandoned it on the hall floor, then walked Emily backwards into the sitting room, undoing the buttons of her top as they went. He tossed it behind him to add to the tee-shirt. Emily removed her bra, and Jake closed his eyes in sheer pleasure as her breasts spilled free for his welcoming and demanding hands. They reached the settee, and each spent a few seconds getting rid of the last barriers before Jake sank onto cushions, pulling Emily with him. He paused for a moment to deal with protection then turned his attention back to her.

Jake lightly caught hold of her hair in his fist, so her face tipped up. This time, his kiss was deeper, slower, more sensual. His mouth moved from her lips to her ears, down the side of her neck and back to her mouth, pleasure spreading through him as he felt her response. Her hand slid up over his warm muscles until she found his tight nipples, which caused him to suck in his breath and assault her mouth again. They found themselves half-lying on the settee as his hands found their way to her breasts, softly compliant under his seeking fingers, until he reached his goal and felt the tautness of her own nipples under his thumbs. Time slowed. There were no sounds other than soft murmurs and sucked-in breaths as Jake worked on Emily. Speeding up, slowing down, making her writhe, making her beg. His fingers found her, and he watched in awe as she climaxed, bucking beneath him, arching up as her fists clenched in his hair, throwing her head back. In one smooth move he was inside, and it was like the moment he knew he’d found the perfect wave and he was off, heading towards the heavens in a blaze of light and exhilaration until the moment when the wave peaked and peaked before curling and crashing in a glorious perfection which left him lying limp and exhausted, his arms curled round her.

Their breaths slowed. Jake dropped a kiss on her forehead and smoothed her hair back, smiling at the satisfied look on her face. ‘Okay?’

‘You know it was okay. It was better than okay.’

‘Good.’

‘Was that the quickie behind the ice-cream van?’ There was laughter in her voice.

Jake propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at her, still gently smoothing her hair back. There was a rueful expression on his face. ‘Afraid so,’ he admitted. ‘I was going to wine you and dine you and take it all slowly but… there you were, all sulky and glowering. Sorry sweetheart, but I couldn’t resist you.’

‘I was not!’

‘Oh, but you were. It turned me on. Mind you, you seem to have the knack of turning me on whatever you do.’ His hand stilled as he considered what he’d just said. His usual holiday flings didn’t involve thinking about the latest conquest other than when he saw them to buy them a meal, or seduce them, and that wasn’t every night, either. But Emily… damn it! She’d been on his mind ever since Friday evening, when he’d seen her on the beach.

Shaking off his thoughts, he sat up. ‘Much as thoughts of making love to you again are very tempting, I’m starving… even more so now!’ Laughing, he pulled on his boxers and jeans. ‘Where the hell did my tee-shirt get to?’

‘Find my bra and top while you’re at it.’ Emily stretched, cat-like, as she pulled on lacy briefs and her jeans. She laughed when her top and bra flew over her head to land on the floor just in front of her.

‘Kitchen,’ Jake called from the hall. ‘Now. Before I drop dead from lack of food.’

By the time Emily came into the kitchen, Jake had put the food in the microwave. He was aware of her watching him as he competently placed plates on the table, lit the candles, and poured wine. When the microwave pinged, he opened the trays and deposited fragrant curry and couscous on each plate, sat down and lifted his glass.

‘To us, Emily,’ he said, his eyes full of promise. ‘To us. This will be a holiday you’ll never forget.’ He lowered his glass, eyes still fixed on hers, lifted his fork, and took an appreciative and sensuous mouthful. After his hard work and the wonderful sex, he was starving.

He lowered his fork. Sex? That’s what was bothering him. Because he was thinking about Emily all the time, he was more thoughtful about her feelings and had taken especial care to make even that rapid love-making memorable for her. He’d madeloveto her… which had doubled his own pleasure.

Emily tasted the meal, and her look of appreciation distracted him from his confused thoughts.

‘Wow! This is great. You’re lucky to have a good caterer around here. Do you order it in for the café?’

‘Oh, ye of little faith. I made it. I do all the cooking for the café. Keeps me busy in the winter months yet still gives me time to surf.’

Her open mouth and wide eyes caused Jake to laugh.

‘Even when you were competing?’

‘Ah… that was harder to manage, but yes, mostly. When I first started working there, I used to watch the cook, and she was very kind and taught me a lot, but it seems I have a knack for it, and I enjoy it. I eventually took over. It makes a good contrast to riding the waves.’ He stretched his hand across and captured one of hers, lazily stroking circles on her palm. ‘You look lovely in candlelight.’

Picking up his wine, he looked at her over the rim as his heart started pounding again. Emily would enjoy every moment of this holiday… and so would he, it seemed. He was already planning to see her every day if he could. Another first.

Giving him a slight smile, she forked in more of the curry and chewed. ‘You can cook You keep a tidy house. You look as if you’ve escaped from Valhalla. When I first saw you and fell in lust, I decided you’d have a girlfriend or even a wife. So why haven’t you?’ Smiling, Emily drank from her wine glass.

‘Not the wife bit, never that. Girlfriends aplenty, but none at the moment. Summer season is over. You’re a bonus. I don’t do commitment. I told you that. I’m a casual guy. Finished? Fill up your glass, I’ll bring the second bottle, and we’ll go do a bit of necking, why not?’ Another slow-burn smile. Keep it superficial, he reminded himself. Don’t dig any deeper. Don’t even begin to wonder why it had felt so good with her.

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