Intimate (13 page)

“And if I could read your mind, what would I see?” She hovered over him now, hugging his hips with her thighs as he continued to keep a gentle pressure against the rings.

He laughed, not the least bit surprised when it sounded more like a frustrated bark than laughter. The effect she had on him was almost scary, the intensity of feelings pouring through him right now enough to scare the crap out of him. She was too perfect, too right for him, but he couldn't have her. Couldn't tell her the truth, couldn't live with the lies.

He went for what honesty he could. “In all reality, you'd probably see a slavering idiot tripping over his own tongue. You drive me crazy. I hope you realize that.”

She leaned over and nipped his throat. The sharp sting from her very sharp teeth had him raising his hips, pressing his denim-covered dick up close against her crotch.

She didn't pull away. No, she pressed back, just as hard. He let go of the rings and pulled her head down, brought her mouth into contact with his, before rolling her over, changing their positions until he straddled her, still kissing her—wet, open-mouthed kisses she returned with more fervor, more fire than he'd ever experienced.

Kissing was never like this. Not such drugging, mind-numbing pleasure. He wanted more. He wanted everything. Sitting up, he ripped his shirt off over his head. Kaz was right there with him, undoing the snap on his jeans, lowering the zipper, helping him shove the worn denim down his legs, grabbing his sleek-fitting boxers at the same time, until he had to roll away from her just to get the pants over his feet and off.

He had a brief thought that he was showing damned little finesse, but Kaz didn't seem to mind at all. She had a big smile on her face and that silly pouch with the pink lips in her hand when he knelt between her knees, grabbed the legs of her yoga pants, and tugged them down her long, long legs.

She kicked her feet free, and the pure, honest beauty of her slammed into him. So much color with that vibrant monarch soaring across her torso, the sparkle of the silver rings in her nipples and navel, the smooth, golden glow of her sleek, soft skin.

The frantic rush they'd shared just moments ago, those deep kisses and heart-pounding needs, simmered just beneath the surface, held captive now by the knowledge that she was his, that he would finally have her. Jake blinked, pulling his gaze away from her eyes, moving across the vivid lines and colors of the monarch tattoo, slowly perusing every inch of her sleek body. She wore a tiny bit of lace, a pale peach-colored thong that covered her smooth pubic mound with fabric so fine, the silver ring at the top of her clit showed through the lace.

Remembering the way it had felt to tug that tiny silver ring with the tip of his tongue, he had to taste her again. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her belly and nipped at the narrow top band of her thong, but he didn't pull it down. Instead, he opened his mouth over the silky lace covering her pubes and licked her through the fabric.

She was wet and ready for him, the lace soaked with her cream. Her scent filled his senses, the sweet taste of her through the silk; her breathless groan left him smiling and his cock standing high and hard against his belly. Slipping his hands beneath her firm buttocks, Jake lifted her. Sat back on his heels and held her up to his mouth, tasting her through the lace, laving her with his tongue while she whimpered and twisted in his grasp. In spite of the alarm bells going off in the back of his mind, he filled himself with her taste, her scent, the very essence of a woman he doubted he'd ever grow tired of.

 

CHAPTER 8

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod …
Sobbing, entirely overwhelmed by Jake, Kaz twisted in his strong grasp, but he held his mouth between her legs, his lips creating a seal over her clit and her labia, and then he merely exhaled. Warm moist air followed by the pressure of his tongue, but she still had on that damned thong and she wanted—no, she needed—him to touch her, flesh to flesh.

His tongue, his lips, even his teeth, but he breathed in and then exhaled again and she couldn't stop the whimpers, the soft cries, because she needed so much more. Her panties were sopping wet, and she knew it wasn't all from Jake's warm breath. The subtle contractions deep inside were a pretty good indicator that it was time to take a little control here.

She needed the fullness of Jake pushing deep inside, not his lips and tongue teasing her. Not merely hinting at what the two of them could be together.

She might not be ready for forever, but she could sure as hell use a little “right now.”

And so far, sex with him was just plain fun. Lowering her legs, Kaz pressed her feet flat to the blanket, leaned forward, and pushed him back, moving so fast she caught him by surprise. She followed him, laughing, kneeling over him, grasping his hip bones in both hands and holding him flat to the blanket.

He gazed up at her, his expression one more of surprise than lust. She was going to have to work on that. “Looks like all that yoga Mandy makes me do has paid off.”

Jake still had a rather dazed expression on his face, his lips and chin shiny with her fluids. She'd planned to put a condom on him and just sort of impale herself, but kneeling here this way, with her legs spread over his and that absolutely delicious erection in front of her, Kaz decided to show him exactly why his teasing was making her crazy.

She leaned over and licked the velvety crown, smiling when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She paid extra close attention to the tiny slit at the top, licking, teasing.

Tasting.

Then she opened her mouth and slowly took him inside. Not all the way, just sucking the smooth glans, still tracing the sleek contours with her tongue. She slid him deeper into her mouth, close enough to scrape gently with her teeth, then licking, soothing what she'd nipped.

He reached for her, tangling his fingers in her short hair. He didn't try to force her, but she felt the tremor in his hands and knew she was taking him close to the edge. She sucked him deep, as far as she could, though it was barely half his length. Felt her cheeks hollow with each sucking pull until his fingers tightened in her hair. He tugged gently.

She glanced up, watched his face. His intense gaze sent shivers along her spine.

“As much as I want you to keep doing this, mainly because it feels so damned good,” he growled, “if you make me come now, the party's over.”

She took her time, slipping him out of her mouth, tracing his length with her tongue. She tasted the salty drops of fluid and knew how close he was to losing control, but she still licked the very tip again as she carefully freed him from the clasp of her mouth.

Sitting back on her heels, she folded her arms beneath her bare breasts, conscious of how she must look to him right now, as if she was putting herself on display.

Which she was. “Hmmm … over? We certainly can't have that.”

This kind of confidence with such an unbelievably gorgeous man was something completely new. In front of a camera? She was perfectly at ease. But this? Only with Jake.

Kaz leaned back and reached for the little pouch, flipped the top open, and pulled out a foil-wrapped packet. She tore it with her teeth and removed the condom.

Jake held out his hand, but she shook her head. “Allow me.”

He merely raised one eyebrow and propped himself up on his elbows to watch.

Kaz winked. “The pressure's on, eh?” She studied his cock, so tall and hard, standing perpendicular to his flat belly, and tried to look as if she did this sort of thing all the time.

Except she hadn't. Ever. And there really wasn't any point in lying. “I've, um, never dressed a man before.”

His laugh and soft curse sounded a bit strained.

She sat there a moment, giving her heart a chance to settle down, controlling her breathing so she wouldn't hyperventilate. After a moment, she wrapped her hand around the thick base of his shaft, but instead of sliding the condom over him, she slipped her other hand beneath and cupped his balls.

Jake hissed. Warmth pulsed beneath the hand holding his cock, and she felt the thick length of him swell within her grasp. This time Kaz was the one raising an eyebrow.

“Handle with care,” he said. He wasn't smiling at all, and it wasn't just his cock that was rigid. His entire body appeared to be made of stone, all angles and edges, and a light sheen of sweat across his chest and forehead was proof she'd probably pushed him far enough.

Shrugging, sighing as if she wasn't at all ready to stop playing, Kaz carefully rolled the condom over Jake's erection, smoothing it with her fingers as she went.

And gave thanks for the fact it went on the way it was supposed to, though it felt tighter than she'd expected.

“My turn.” There was more than the hint of threat in that deep voice of his, and it sent another pulse of needy shivers racing along Kaz's spine. “Lose the thong, Kaz.”

He looked at her as if he could eat her alive. His dark eyes blazed and all thoughts of humor, of laughing with him, at least for the foreseeable future, fled.

Still on her knees, she tugged the panties down, sat back on her butt, and pulled them off one leg, then the other—slowly, carefully—before tossing them aside. Then she lay back on the blanket, ignoring the rough texture of the weave, the scratchy straw beneath her feet, and raised her hands as Jake came over her. His broad shoulders and lean waist, the muscles that rippled with each move he made—the whole perfect package was more than she'd ever seen, much less loved.

Except this wasn't love. It couldn't be, though it was most definitely a friendship. One that appeared to be taking on a life of its own, growing and tangling the two of them together.

That was okay. She could work with that.

He knelt over her, his knees between her legs, elbows planted on either side of her face, hands tangled in her hair, and his big body so close she felt the heat pouring off him.

“What you do to me, Kaz … what you do.” He kissed her.

She arched into him, taking the thrust of his tongue, the firm pressure of his lips, and giving it back, but the control belonged to Jake and her body was all his.

He slipped lower, kissing her throat, her chest, the hard ridge of her collarbones, trailing his lips from right to left with a short pause to concentrate on the sensitive dip at the base of her throat. Working his way slowly to her left breast, he sucked the nipple between his lips, tugging the tiny silver loop with his tongue.

She felt the burn between her legs and whimpered.

Then it was a different burn, a sense of urgency as he pressed the broad head of his cock between her thighs, pushed deep into the slick, wet heart of her, filling her, stretching her with one long, hot thrust.

Bowing her back, she tilted her hips, giving him better access. The smooth crown of his penis slid across her cervix deep inside, his thick shaft stretched her tissues until she burned with such intense pleasure it caught her breath.

The crisp hair at his groin tickled her smooth pubes and his balls pressed against her butt, their bodies so tightly connected, he could go no deeper. Stopping, Jake lowered his head and took a deep breath. Let it out, then took another. His body trembled. Kaz felt his struggle for control, knew the moment he'd mastered himself.

One more breath, and he slowly withdrew. Then, with agonizing slowness, he pushed forward, his body angled so that the upper side of his penis slid against the ring in her clit.

Pushing in. Pulling out.

That bit of silver forged a direct line to her womb, a link transmitting sensation and feeling back and forth, from one erogenous zone to another, confusing Kaz with her body's alternating needs. She wanted him now, wanted the flash of arousal and the shocking conclusion. Even more, she wanted this to last.

As Jake had said, she didn't want to ruin the fun. Not now. Not when she felt as if she hovered on the edge of something unexplainable. Something she'd always wanted, couldn't name, couldn't describe.

She wanted Jake. That would have to be explanation enough for now. Raising her legs, she wrapped them around his hips and he lifted her, settling back on his heels, filling her so perfectly she knew their bodies had been designed to fit this way.

She arched her back, pressing her pubes tightly against the hard root of his shaft. He leaned over her, cupped one breast, lifting it to his mouth, catching that silver ring between his teeth and tugging in perfect rhythm with their bodies.

She whimpered, so close to the edge, a leap she'd never once taken with any man during sex. During foreplay, or after if she'd been left wanting, but this time, the pressure was rising so fast, her body responding so quickly that her climax hit before she was ready, slamming into her with breathless power.

The scream surprised her, her sharp cry a counterpoint to the shock of sensation that flashed through her body, contracted her muscles, sensitized every inch of her skin. Seconds later, Jake's harsh shout, his short, fast, powerful strokes, and the rigid strength in his arms as he held her close sent Kaz into a second climax.

It seemed to take forever before her muscles stopped clenching, before her breasts and her clit, even her lips, stopped tingling and pulsing. Jake eased her down, and then came down over her, supporting himself on his forearms, his forehead pressed against hers, their bodies still intimately connected.

“I knew we'd be good together, but damn.” He raised his head. From the glazed expression on his face, he seemed as stunned as she was.

“It probably sounds rather clichéd, but I had no idea it could feel like that.” Her blunt honesty seemed to surprise him, but he didn't move. No, he kissed her, long, sweet, sucking kisses that had her arching against him. Finally, he backed away, reached between them and pulled free of her still tightly clenched muscles, carefully holding the condom.

Taking care of her.

She watched him walk back to the restroom, that perfect butt of his scored with marks from her rather short fingernails. He returned a few minutes later carrying a warm, wet washcloth.