but was too afraid to take.
“You can’t make yourself tell me to stop,” he growled, leaning forward to burrow his nose into her hair, “but passive acceptance isn’t enough.” His breath, warm and moist, teased the whorl of her ear as his lips rubbed against the outer ridge. “You’re going to have to say it.”
A desperate whimper escaped as the tip of his tongue flicked lightly at her lobe and then drew it into his mouth with a hard suction that pulled straight at her core.
“Jake,” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders, her hips moving involuntarily against his.
He groaned, circling her waist with his arm and pulling her roughly against him so she pressed against every hard planeand ridge from his thighs to his shoulders. “Tell me,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
Her fingers numbed as they lifted from his chest, rose, and then pushed deep into the dark strands of his hair. There was no doubt, no denial anymore. Only need. Reckless and so intense it resonated through every cell in her body. The need to get closer. The need to feel him—his mouth, his body—against hers.
On a trembling breath, she pulled his face to hers and whispered against his lips, “I want you.”
Cali’s admission seared over his lips, slammed through his senses, and annihilated all restraint. He kissed her hard. Covering her with his mouth, his hunger, and every possessive claim he would never have acknowledged to exist within him. Their mouths fused and she opened to him. Gave in and gave herself over. No more refusals and skittish retreats.
She was in his arms now , beneath his lips, moaning around the thrust of his tongue as her fingers clenched a fistful of his hair.
Man, that felt good.
His hand slid over her bottom, urging her closer. Making her feel him.
“Jake.” Her breathless gasp and the tightening of her arms around his neck weren’t nearly enough. She’d made him wait, and now that he had her he needed to make her so mindlessly desperate that when his lips parted from hers she wouldn’t have senses left to come back to. They’d be obliterated, just like his.
Setting an urgent rhythm of thrust and retreat with his tongue, he nudged a knee between her legs, pushing his thigh against the warm notch there before pulling back. Her breath caught as his hand dipped into her bathing suit, his fingers curving into the slick folds of her sex.
At the touch of his fingertip her knee cocked against his thigh, and Jake pushed inside with one smooth, long stroke.
Cali’s broken, desperate cry caressed his lips as her tight wetness encased him so snugly, the sensation of it smoldering through his body straight into his groin.
God help him, she was so tight he was about to lose it just thinking about pushing inside her. Feeling her body ripple around him as he sank inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
Damn it! They were in the hall and he had to stop. Get her into the utility elevator. Upstairs.
Into his bed. Hell, yes.
With incentive like that he should have had them passing the sixth floor already, but then her hand slithered between them. Into his trunks. And the ragged gasp ripping through the otherwise silent hall was his own.
She circled him with her fingers and stroked up his length as she rode first one finger, then spasmed around him as he pressed in a second.
His name, wrapped in another breathy moan, pushed him beyond control—sent him spiraling with only one goal to hold to.
Get inside her .
He had to get inside that slick, wet, begging body. “Feels…good….” she panted as her motions became desperate and her hips tipped further forward, urging him on. “Need you… Please.”
Please.
His hand slipped from her bikini, and her heavy-lidded green gaze locked with his, her kiss-swollen lips parting in a silent plea.
Moving between her legs, he grasped the edge of the Lycra panel and pulled it to the side to expose her, to allow him access to the honeyed sweet center of
“You can’t make yourself tell me to stop,” he growled, leaning forward to burrow his nose into her hair, “but passive acceptance isn’t enough.” His breath, warm and moist, teased the whorl of her ear as his lips rubbed against the outer ridge. “You’re going to have to say it.”
A desperate whimper escaped as the tip of his tongue flicked lightly at her lobe and then drew it into his mouth with a hard suction that pulled straight at her core.
“Jake,” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders, her hips moving involuntarily against his.
He groaned, circling her waist with his arm and pulling her roughly against him so she pressed against every hard planeand ridge from his thighs to his shoulders. “Tell me,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
Her fingers numbed as they lifted from his chest, rose, and then pushed deep into the dark strands of his hair. There was no doubt, no denial anymore. Only need. Reckless and so intense it resonated through every cell in her body. The need to get closer. The need to feel him—his mouth, his body—against hers.
On a trembling breath, she pulled his face to hers and whispered against his lips, “I want you.”
Cali’s admission seared over his lips, slammed through his senses, and annihilated all restraint. He kissed her hard. Covering her with his mouth, his hunger, and every possessive claim he would never have acknowledged to exist within him. Their mouths fused and she opened to him. Gave in and gave herself over. No more refusals and skittish retreats.
She was in his arms now , beneath his lips, moaning around the thrust of his tongue as her fingers clenched a fistful of his hair.
Man, that felt good.
His hand slid over her bottom, urging her closer. Making her feel him.
“Jake.” Her breathless gasp and the tightening of her arms around his neck weren’t nearly enough. She’d made him wait, and now that he had her he needed to make her so mindlessly desperate that when his lips parted from hers she wouldn’t have senses left to come back to. They’d be obliterated, just like his.
Setting an urgent rhythm of thrust and retreat with his tongue, he nudged a knee between her legs, pushing his thigh against the warm notch there before pulling back. Her breath caught as his hand dipped into her bathing suit, his fingers curving into the slick folds of her sex.
At the touch of his fingertip her knee cocked against his thigh, and Jake pushed inside with one smooth, long stroke.
Cali’s broken, desperate cry caressed his lips as her tight wetness encased him so snugly, the sensation of it smoldering through his body straight into his groin.
God help him, she was so tight he was about to lose it just thinking about pushing inside her. Feeling her body ripple around him as he sank inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
Damn it! They were in the hall and he had to stop. Get her into the utility elevator. Upstairs.
Into his bed. Hell, yes.
With incentive like that he should have had them passing the sixth floor already, but then her hand slithered between them. Into his trunks. And the ragged gasp ripping through the otherwise silent hall was his own.
She circled him with her fingers and stroked up his length as she rode first one finger, then spasmed around him as he pressed in a second.
His name, wrapped in another breathy moan, pushed him beyond control—sent him spiraling with only one goal to hold to.
Get inside her .
He had to get inside that slick, wet, begging body. “Feels…good….” she panted as her motions became desperate and her hips tipped further forward, urging him on. “Need you… Please.”
Please.
His hand slipped from her bikini, and her heavy-lidded green gaze locked with his, her kiss-swollen lips parting in a silent plea.
Moving between her legs, he grasped the edge of the Lycra panel and pulled it to the side to expose her, to allow him access to the honeyed sweet center of
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