sounded like something you’d hear coming out of a werewolf in some horror flick. All deep and growling and raspy. He was so turned on he was amazed he hadn’t shot his load in his pants or busted through his fly—yet.
Her lips trembled. Her eyes hazed. “What—what are you doing to me?” Her nails bit into the skin of his wrists, but instead of pushing him away, she was holding him to her, pressing him down for more. “Oh, God, what are you doing?”
Sandy was going to get one helluva fat tip for giving them this private corner hidden from everyone’s view. Taking advantage of their secluded surroundings, Jake stroked his thumbs closer, pressed harder, squeezing. “Haven’t you ever touched your clit like this, Taylor? Pressed down right here and made yourself come?”
She whimpered like she was in pain, but he knew it was sexual agony she suffered, not physical. He could smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal and wanted to delve lower, deeper, where he knew she’d be dripping with juices for him, creaming herself. But he didn’t trust himself. He’d have her laid out on the table with his face shoved in her cunt before he knew what hit him, drinking her down his throat like fine wine, eating his fill.
“I—” Her eyes squeezed shut, her bottom lifting off her chair, trying to get more. “I’ve tried, but it’s never felt like this,” she groaned in a hoarse whisper, gritting her teeth against the urge to scream. “I thought there must be something wrong and I—Oh, God—I’m on fire!”
“You’re pure fucking dynamite, sweetheart.” And it was true. Her natural sensuality must’ve scared the hell out of Mitch. He hadn’t been man enough to handle it, not to mention the fact he’d been the wrong man!
Her thighs started shifting, moving apart to allow him more room to explore, and Jake knew it was far past time to get her the hell out of there. Her eyes were wide now, glazed, as if she were on the verge of discovering something wonderful. Any second now she was going to come, but he wanted her alone when she did. He wanted to be able to taste her cream on his tongue. Wanted her to be able to scream with it and lose control. He wanted it all, every little action and reaction. Every little detail and moment with her for the rest of his life.
He just had one more question, but first he withdrew his thumbs and soothed her restless reaction with a gentle sweep across the tops of her legs. He couldn’t think about the fact they were parted and she was wet or he’d be under the table and lapping her up without giving a damn who could see.
At the loss of his touch, she looked like someone had just told her she had only seconds to live. For one horrified moment, he thought she might even start to cry, but she took a ragged breath, and he could only admire the way she went straight and regal before him, the Faerie Queen in all her glory. She didn’t ask why he stopped, but he told her anyway. “We need to get the hell outta here. My hotel, okay? Right now.”
She threaded her fingers through her long hair, still struggling with her breathing. “Uh, yeah. Okay.”
He signaled for the check. Before Sandy came back around the corner, he had that last question to ask.
“One more question, sweetheart.”
Her eyes flew to his. “We’ve established that Mitch didn’t fuck you worth shit. But what about the others?”
Her brow creased. “What others?”
Ah hell, that was what he thought. “You’ve never gone to bed with anyone else, have you?” he pressed, needing to know.
“Well, no,” she said carefully, as if he should’ve been able to figure it out for himself. “I didn’t see the
point since the only man I, um, wanted wasn’t here.”
God help him.
Chapter 6
The instant the door clicked shut behind them, her bags were tossed into the nearest corner and Jake was all over her. One second she was standing in the shadowy moonlight spilling through the
Her lips trembled. Her eyes hazed. “What—what are you doing to me?” Her nails bit into the skin of his wrists, but instead of pushing him away, she was holding him to her, pressing him down for more. “Oh, God, what are you doing?”
Sandy was going to get one helluva fat tip for giving them this private corner hidden from everyone’s view. Taking advantage of their secluded surroundings, Jake stroked his thumbs closer, pressed harder, squeezing. “Haven’t you ever touched your clit like this, Taylor? Pressed down right here and made yourself come?”
She whimpered like she was in pain, but he knew it was sexual agony she suffered, not physical. He could smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal and wanted to delve lower, deeper, where he knew she’d be dripping with juices for him, creaming herself. But he didn’t trust himself. He’d have her laid out on the table with his face shoved in her cunt before he knew what hit him, drinking her down his throat like fine wine, eating his fill.
“I—” Her eyes squeezed shut, her bottom lifting off her chair, trying to get more. “I’ve tried, but it’s never felt like this,” she groaned in a hoarse whisper, gritting her teeth against the urge to scream. “I thought there must be something wrong and I—Oh, God—I’m on fire!”
“You’re pure fucking dynamite, sweetheart.” And it was true. Her natural sensuality must’ve scared the hell out of Mitch. He hadn’t been man enough to handle it, not to mention the fact he’d been the wrong man!
Her thighs started shifting, moving apart to allow him more room to explore, and Jake knew it was far past time to get her the hell out of there. Her eyes were wide now, glazed, as if she were on the verge of discovering something wonderful. Any second now she was going to come, but he wanted her alone when she did. He wanted to be able to taste her cream on his tongue. Wanted her to be able to scream with it and lose control. He wanted it all, every little action and reaction. Every little detail and moment with her for the rest of his life.
He just had one more question, but first he withdrew his thumbs and soothed her restless reaction with a gentle sweep across the tops of her legs. He couldn’t think about the fact they were parted and she was wet or he’d be under the table and lapping her up without giving a damn who could see.
At the loss of his touch, she looked like someone had just told her she had only seconds to live. For one horrified moment, he thought she might even start to cry, but she took a ragged breath, and he could only admire the way she went straight and regal before him, the Faerie Queen in all her glory. She didn’t ask why he stopped, but he told her anyway. “We need to get the hell outta here. My hotel, okay? Right now.”
She threaded her fingers through her long hair, still struggling with her breathing. “Uh, yeah. Okay.”
He signaled for the check. Before Sandy came back around the corner, he had that last question to ask.
“One more question, sweetheart.”
Her eyes flew to his. “We’ve established that Mitch didn’t fuck you worth shit. But what about the others?”
Her brow creased. “What others?”
Ah hell, that was what he thought. “You’ve never gone to bed with anyone else, have you?” he pressed, needing to know.
“Well, no,” she said carefully, as if he should’ve been able to figure it out for himself. “I didn’t see the
point since the only man I, um, wanted wasn’t here.”
God help him.
Chapter 6
The instant the door clicked shut behind them, her bags were tossed into the nearest corner and Jake was all over her. One second she was standing in the shadowy moonlight spilling through the
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