Bedside (Sexy Sides #3) (2 page)

She nodded, not trusting her voice to work without squeaking from desire.

“Then take a good look at all your handiwork.” Jake gestured around the room to the stage she’d set. “I want you to have a clear picture of how fantastic this place looks while you’re blindfolded.”

Emma figured she had the room memorized, since she’d indulged in plenty of fantasies while putting the romantic scene together, but she took one last look anyway, committing to memory the sexy vibe she’d managed to create here.

When her eyes returned to his, he pressed a soft kiss against each eyelid, completely undoing her with his tenderness, and she found herself once again overwhelmed with gratitude that she’d found such a kind and attentive man for a husband.

He slid the robe from her shoulders, and it dropped to the floor. With warm, gentle hands, he settled the blindfold over her eyes, reached behind her head to tie it into place. The fit was snug, but not uncomfortable, and the next thing she knew she’d been swept up once again into his arms.

She couldn’t suppress a giggle as she felt Jake moving toward the bed.

Laying her back against the pillows, he kissed her again, with just one quick sweep of his tongue, and then she felt him leave the bed.

“You just relax while I get a few things together,” he said, his voice laced with hunger. “I’ll be right back.”

Get a few things together?
What exactly did that mean?

She heard him walk back into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Quickly, she slid the blindfold up, just enough that she could see to make her way across the room. Silently, she slid her nightstand drawer open and retrieved the small slip of paper. She tip-toed over to the dresser and dropped the paper into Jake’s bowl, returning to the bed and moving the blindfold back into place.

Back on the bed, she breathed deep and tried to focus on nothing but sensation. Without the benefit of sight, her other senses heightened and she became acutely aware of the smell of the rose petals that surrounded her. The delicate scent drifted across her as she picked a petal from the bed and brought it to her nose. Inhaling, she decided she’d never truly appreciated the lovely scent of a rose more than she did at this moment.

The satin sheets beneath her felt smooth and luxurious, reminding her of the warm slide of water against her skin. Her mind conjured pictures of Jake’s body, naked and straining, tangling with hers against the liquidy satin beneath her.

As pictures of the two of them floated through her mind, seductive music clouded around her, the beat of the song creating and answering beat in her blood.

Her body heated, and the swollen flesh between her thighs clenched with desire. Wetness slid through her folds. Her nipples tightened into painful points, more than ready to let her husband to have his way. Lost so deep in her thoughts, Emma didn’t hear Jake return to the bedroom until he chuckled out loud.

“You look a little flushed, Em.”

She imagined him standing over her, looking down at her overheated body, her turgid nipples, knowing exactly how she’d been fantasizing while he’d been gone.

Which was, she realized, precisely what he’d intended when he left the room.

She didn’t answer him verbally. Instead, she stretched her arms above her head, her fingers touching the wrought iron headboard, and bent one knee and let her legs fall open. Jake’s quick intake of breath told her he’d understood her invitation.

She heard him set something on the nightstand. It sounded like a glass, but nothing sloshed around like a drink, so she couldn’t tell exactly what it was.

The bed dipped when Jake sat down beside her, and her insides screamed in joy that he was finally this close.

“You going to lay still and let me play?” he asked.

“Of course,” she answered, wrapping her fingers around the bars of the headboard. “I’m all yours.”

“Damn right,” he said, pressing his mouth in hot kisses against her collarbone.

His breath scaled her skin, and she wanted to demand that he move lower and put that heat on her aching nipples.

Instead, she felt him sit up, but just as she was about to cry out in protest, his hands settled against her breasts, palms scraping across her nipples.

“We should let these girls out to party, don’t you think?” he asked, his voice playful, just as he flicked open the front clasp of her bra.

She felt her breasts spill out, heavy and throbbing from desire. Jake gently took her hands from the headboard and slid the bra straps up and off, completely removing the constrictive garment.

Emma returned her hands to the headboard, waiting what seemed like an eternity for Jake to touch her again.

Suddenly, something silky slid across the undersides of her breasts, up through the valley between them, and finally across both nipples. Her back arched off the bed, desperate for more contact.

“How’s that feel,” he asked, moving to slide the silky fabric down her torso and over her thighs.

“Smooth,” she whispered. “Good. Not enough.”

“Impatient, huh?” He laughed, his voice husky as he allowed the material to travel through the sensitive bend where her inner thigh met her center. “Guess it’s time to amp things up a bit.”

“Please,” Emma growled.

She felt Jake move and lean, as if reaching for something else to use to torture her. Still encased in the darkness of the blindfold, she heard a clinking sound, but could not decipher the source.

“Here goes,” he said.

A freezing cold sensation hit her nipple, momentarily stunning her silent, but as the cold began to spread she felt the moan well in her throat. The cold moved to her other nipple, causing her to squirm and buck beneath his hands. Her mind splintered, one half wondering what in the world the cold thing was and the other simply wanting to bask in the feeling.

The feeling of dripping water sliding down her breasts and sides snapped her back into the moment, as she realized he’d used ice on her nipples.

“Ohmigosh, Jake,” she breathed.

He swirled the ice around each nipple once more, then withdrew. Emma was not sure whether to be glad or weep for the loss.

She didn’t have to think about it long, because before she could even wonder what was next, his hot mouth closed over her nipple, pulling with deep sucks, and ridding her of the cold sensation completely.

“So hard,” Jake said, his mouth still around her distended peak. “I love them like this.”
She couldn’t hold still any longer. Removing her hands from the headboard, she threaded her fingers through his hair, afraid if she didn’t he would stop.

He moved to her other breast, banishing the frigidness the ice had left with searing sweeps of his tongue. His hand found her other nipple, pinching and tugging, keeping it pebble-hard.

“I feel it between my legs, Jake,” Emma said, her voice ragged, totally unable to keep words of desire from tumbling from her mouth. “Every time you suck, I feel it in my clit.”

“Time to pay a little attention to it then,” he whispered, sitting up and reaching toward the nightstand again. “Wouldn’t want it getting jealous.”

He grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them down her legs, removing them before she even had the chance to think about getting totally naked.

She heard the ice clinking against the glass again, and could only imagine what he must have in mind. The bed dipped near her knees, and she felt him nudge her legs further apart. From somewhere, she heard a crunching sound, but barely had time to register the noise before she felt his mouth close over her clit, simultaneously hot and cold.

The scream that left Emma’s throat sounded inhuman, even to her ears, but as her hips shot up off the bed, she could not control one molecule of her body.

In the back of her mind, she realized what he’d done, and that the crunching sound was the ice in his mouth just before he latched on to her sex.

Chapter 4

Jake’s hands pressed her thighs back to the mattress as his tongue swirled through the folds of her sex. In a matter of seconds, her body melted the ice, leaving the cool liquid mixing with the heat of her arousal. Her reaction to the ice had been better than he’d fantasized, her wailing and springing up off the bed had pushed his libido into overdrive and created a near painful throbbing in his cock.

The sweet smell of the roses combined with Emma’s musky scent, a blend that drove him mad.

Emma’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, and he gave half a thought to backing off and drawing things out even more. But something in him was driving him to send her flying so he could bury himself in her wet heat as quickly as possible.

He curled one arm across her abdomen, holding her lower body in place while his tongue continued its insistent circling of her clit. With the other arm, he reached up to pinch her nipple, pulling the stiff nub into a rigid peak. Beneath him she squirmed, hips thrusting upward, increasing the friction between her sex and his mouth.

“Jake,” she panted, his name a breathy sigh. “I love this. I love you.”

“Mmmmmm,” he groaned in answer, the sound vibrating against her.

“Make me come, Jake,” she pleaded. “Please.”

The
please
did it. In one simultaneous action, he pinched her nipple with force, while at the same time sucking her distended clit into his mouth, flattening his tongue against it to create maximum pressure.

And she detonated, hips bucking wildly, fingers tangling in his hair, all but smashing his face into her sex as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.

He could’ve sworn he felt each of her spasms in his own erection, his hard-on now demanding attention.

He slowed the swipes of his tongue as her orgasm ebbed, matching his movements to the tiny thrusts still rippling through her body. When she finally stilled, he stood up from the bed and yanked his T-shirt over his head. Turning, he kicked his shoes in the direction of the dresser and went to work on the fly of his pants.

Naked, he swiveled back to the bed, intent on levering himself on top of his still-splayed out wife, only to find her kneeling blindfolded on the edge of the mattress.

She reached for him, her blind movements choppy and awkward, but still the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

When her hand caught his hip, she tugged, bringing him toward her until he stood close enough to the bed for her to wrap her arms around his torso. She pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his abdomen, just above his belly-button, and he nearly lost it right then and there. She dipped her head lower, and Jake knew exactly where she was headed.

His blindfolded wife, who was probably still spent from her own body-wracking orgasm, was about to go down on him.

Nothing pleased him more than knowing she took pleasure in his body.

God, he loved this woman.

His erection bobbed, stretching out toward her, desperate to feel those hot lips surrounding it. Working her way down, she bit him lightly on his hip, sending shocks of arousal straight to his already engorged cock.

Without further pretense, she grabbed his hard-on at the base with one hand, and grabbed his backside with the other, and pulled the head of his penis into her silky smooth mouth.

Jake closed his eyes, half wishing he was the one with the blindfold so he could zero in on the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him. But then he looked down at her long, brown hair thrown over one shoulder, her slim neck extended as she moved her lips up and down his shaft, and decided that watching her suck him had to be the most erotic thing on the planet.

“God, Em,” he managed on a strangled moan. “Your mouth is so damn hot.”

Her answer was a throaty groan, after which she took him in deeper, her lips meeting the fingers that circled him. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside as she slid her lips back up. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue, creating wicked circles of fire around the tip of his erection.

He grasped her hair, twirling the beautiful brown lengths around his hand, and showed her with his movements the pace he needed. She didn’t resist, only relaxed her neck and let him angle her just where he wanted, never letting up on the suction of her mouth and the twirling of her tongue.

He stroked into her mouth with long, slow thrusts, followed by shorter, quicker jabs, keeping himself just shy of orgasm. Her enthusiasm and the tight hold her mouth kept on him were so freaking hot he almost let himself come in her mouth.

Almost.

But no. After two nights away from the love of his life, he wanted his cock so deep inside her that their flesh would meld together into one mass of quivering need.

He eased out, steadying her head with his hand as he slipped his erection free of the heat or her mouth.

“Lay back, Em,” he said.

She did, and he crawled up her body, stalking like a starving predator. Her legs fell open without prompting, welcoming him into the cradle of her body until his cock nestled against her hot, moist sex. They’d danced this dance so many times before that the logistics of it came so naturally, and yet, each time there was something new and exciting, something fresh and ferocious, because the love he felt for his wife just kept growing.

Framing her face with his hands, he pulled a stray rose petal from her hair, dragging in lightly across her lips. Then he hooked his thumbs under the sides of the blindfold and slid it up, slow and sensual.

“I want your eyes on me when I sink inside you,” Jake growled.

Emma blinked up at him, and a sweet smile spread across her face.

Swamped with love, Jake thrust forward.

Home.

Chapter 5

Yes!
That was the only coherent thought running through Emma’s mind as Jake sank inside her.

This was exactly what she’d needed.

This. This intimacy. This
completeness
. Nothing else could ever come close to the emotion that coursed through her when she and her husband made love. Others might tout the temporary thrills of casual sex, but Emma needed nothing more than the man above her right now. The man who loved her above all else. The man whose very existence gave purpose to her own.