out.”
“Is that safe? Is that even legal?”
Jake smiled a little. “What we’re dealing with is kind of beyond legal and illegal. These people are a threat to national security, and they’re a threat to the person I love,” he said, stroking her hair now. “I’m going to take care of it.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” she said. “I’m afraid you’re going to go away and never come back.”
“I’ll come back,” he said, his jaw jutting out determinedly.
“Promise me,” she said, shaking. The fire popped loudly and she startled.
Jake pulled her close to him and kissed her on the lips, and then his kiss became passionate. “I promise you,” he said.
He kissed her again and again, pulling up her shirt, and then his lips were burning her skin, on her neck, on her breasts, on her stomach.
He kissed her lower still and she moaned, letting go of the fear the way a child lets go of a favorite blanket, with difficulty. But his kisses forced her to let go and she was grateful for that.
She opened her legs as Jake pulled down her panties, took them off, and the fire threw its light and warmth and she allowed herself just to luxuriate in finally having Jake Novak—all of him—completely to herself.
He took his time, teasing her, knowing how badly she wanted to feel his mouth between her legs, and so he didn’t give her what she wanted right away.
Instead, he licked at the place where her thigh met her hips, her inner thigh, down into the valley, licking and kissing, his tongue like magic. He worked his way so close to her wet slit, and she moaned and shook, but then he stopped, and went to her other leg.
“Jake,” Raven gasped. Her hands clutched the blanket that they’d brought near the wood stove, grabbing a bunch of it tightly in each fist.
Jake kissed down her inner thigh again, only now his hands also swept across her legs, and then hoisted them atop his shoulders.
He slid his mouth close to her center place. Slowly, he began to kiss around her delicate folds, sparking sensations that made her jump a little with pleasure that was almost intense enough to provoke discomfort.
It made her want to cry, being touched so deeply somehow. It was as if he’d built her, put her together with his own two hands and thus knew every crevice of her. He understood intuitively which buttons to press, and when, and she was helpless to his attention.
When Jake finally began to slide his tongue inside her, Raven gasped for breath and then cried out, a wailing, almost plaintive cry. “Oh my God,” she said, aloud but not intentionally. It was just unbelievable how he could conjure up these feelings within her, and she grabbed the blanket that much tighter in her fists. “I’m going to come, Jake.”
He slid his tongue inside that much further, by way of a response. And then he slid it out and onto her swollen clit, and she came so hard that the noises escaping her throat were like something not even human.
Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her entire body, and Jake stroked her clit with his tongue.
Her hips bucked and swerved and shuddered, and Jake grabbed her thighs with his strong hands as he persisted, his tongue fucking her pussy, fucking her pussy so well that she came yet again.
She was spent, panting, sweating.
Jake finally sat back, the glow of the fire etching him against the darkness of the cabin as he watched her.
“That was something,” Raven said, still trying to catch her breath.
“Yeah, it was,” Jake replied, and his hand cupped her leg and softly caressed her skin. “You’re so damn hot,” he murmured.
Raven shook her head, still lying down, basking in the feeling he’d given her. “Sometimes I don’t know what to do about you,” she told him. “How can I ever hope to make sense of this?”
“Why make sense of it?” Jake asked.
“Because you’re
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