himself into her.
The sound of his name on her lips sounded good to him, intimate even. Hardly anyone called him Jake. And now she was moaning his name over and over again like a chant. It was music to his ears. Sensual. Powerful.
“ Do you like this?” he asked, pulling out a little as a tease, then driving himself back inside her.
“ Mmmmm…yes, yes. More. Deeper. Faster, Jake.”
Jake plunged himself to the hilt inside her, and for a moment he almost lost all control to the overwhelming sensation of being inside her. He groaned as she clenched her muscles around his shaft, taking him to a realm of pleasure he rarely experienced. He held himself back, wanting to make it good for her. Wanting to make it last. He increased his rhythm, moving inside her faster and faster, until he felt himself being pulled into a heavenly oblivion.
When she reached around and squeezed his buttocks, he lost all sense of control, and as he felt the waves of her orgasm cresting around him, he gave in to his own powerful release. He let out a primal cry. He slumped against Darcel as he came, his head resting against her sweat-slickened breasts. The beat of her heart thumped noisily against his ear, and for a crazy moment, he wondered what it would feel like to fall asleep like this every night. Her hand was still caressing his lower back, moving in small, gentle movements that felt a little bit like heaven.
He pulled himself away from her, unsheathing himself from the condom and disposing of it in the trash bin under the sink. He turned away discreetly as she pulled her clothes back on and he threw on his jeans. When he turned back toward her, she was looking at him with an expectant look in her eye. He didn't know what to say.
For once, he was speechless. Absolutely clueless. They'd just shared the most intimate, carnal experience a man and woman could share. And yet they were still strangers to one another. They'd crossed some invisible line in the sand, and they both knew it. Where did they go from here?
“ Well, goodnight,” she said softly. She stood with her arms wrapped around her waist, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. He couldn't tell whether she wanted to run like hell or sit down at his kitchen counter and sit a while.
“ Goodnight,” he mumbled, feeling at a loss as to how to make this moment less clumsy.
She padded away in bare feet, her movements quick and graceful. He watched her walk down the hall and up the staircase, disappearing from sight within a matter of seconds.
After she'd gone, he realized he'd missed his moment. A moment where he could've said something to her—anything other than silence. He was annoyed with himself for losing control. He'd been so caught up in the moment he hadn't been able to pull himself back from the sheer ecstasy of making love to her, even though he knew deep down it was irresponsible. Selfish, even. He was supposed to be guarding her, not getting booty.
It had been the hottest sex of his life—mind-blowing moments of pure, savage passion. Yet he didn't have a clue as to what she'd wanted from him afterward. He hated the fact she'd looked at him after they'd made love with want in her eyes. What did she want from him ? Damned if he knew the answer to that question. Once again, she probably thought he was an insensitive ass. As he looked around the room, he knew one thing for certain. He didn't think he would ever be able to look at his kitchen in quite the same way again.
Chapter Seven
Darcel woke the next morning to the tantalizing smell of frying bacon and scrambled eggs. For a moment she was too absorbed by the heavenly smell emanating toward the guestroom to focus on the events of last night. All she knew was her stomach was growling.
The last thing she'd consumed last night had been the glass of milk she'd scarfed down right before things had heated up in the kitchen. Random images came flooding back to her—Jake's tribal tattoo, running her
The sound of his name on her lips sounded good to him, intimate even. Hardly anyone called him Jake. And now she was moaning his name over and over again like a chant. It was music to his ears. Sensual. Powerful.
“ Do you like this?” he asked, pulling out a little as a tease, then driving himself back inside her.
“ Mmmmm…yes, yes. More. Deeper. Faster, Jake.”
Jake plunged himself to the hilt inside her, and for a moment he almost lost all control to the overwhelming sensation of being inside her. He groaned as she clenched her muscles around his shaft, taking him to a realm of pleasure he rarely experienced. He held himself back, wanting to make it good for her. Wanting to make it last. He increased his rhythm, moving inside her faster and faster, until he felt himself being pulled into a heavenly oblivion.
When she reached around and squeezed his buttocks, he lost all sense of control, and as he felt the waves of her orgasm cresting around him, he gave in to his own powerful release. He let out a primal cry. He slumped against Darcel as he came, his head resting against her sweat-slickened breasts. The beat of her heart thumped noisily against his ear, and for a crazy moment, he wondered what it would feel like to fall asleep like this every night. Her hand was still caressing his lower back, moving in small, gentle movements that felt a little bit like heaven.
He pulled himself away from her, unsheathing himself from the condom and disposing of it in the trash bin under the sink. He turned away discreetly as she pulled her clothes back on and he threw on his jeans. When he turned back toward her, she was looking at him with an expectant look in her eye. He didn't know what to say.
For once, he was speechless. Absolutely clueless. They'd just shared the most intimate, carnal experience a man and woman could share. And yet they were still strangers to one another. They'd crossed some invisible line in the sand, and they both knew it. Where did they go from here?
“ Well, goodnight,” she said softly. She stood with her arms wrapped around her waist, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. He couldn't tell whether she wanted to run like hell or sit down at his kitchen counter and sit a while.
“ Goodnight,” he mumbled, feeling at a loss as to how to make this moment less clumsy.
She padded away in bare feet, her movements quick and graceful. He watched her walk down the hall and up the staircase, disappearing from sight within a matter of seconds.
After she'd gone, he realized he'd missed his moment. A moment where he could've said something to her—anything other than silence. He was annoyed with himself for losing control. He'd been so caught up in the moment he hadn't been able to pull himself back from the sheer ecstasy of making love to her, even though he knew deep down it was irresponsible. Selfish, even. He was supposed to be guarding her, not getting booty.
It had been the hottest sex of his life—mind-blowing moments of pure, savage passion. Yet he didn't have a clue as to what she'd wanted from him afterward. He hated the fact she'd looked at him after they'd made love with want in her eyes. What did she want from him ? Damned if he knew the answer to that question. Once again, she probably thought he was an insensitive ass. As he looked around the room, he knew one thing for certain. He didn't think he would ever be able to look at his kitchen in quite the same way again.
Chapter Seven
Darcel woke the next morning to the tantalizing smell of frying bacon and scrambled eggs. For a moment she was too absorbed by the heavenly smell emanating toward the guestroom to focus on the events of last night. All she knew was her stomach was growling.
The last thing she'd consumed last night had been the glass of milk she'd scarfed down right before things had heated up in the kitchen. Random images came flooding back to her—Jake's tribal tattoo, running her
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