One Night with Sole Regret 03 Take Me (9 page)

Amanda opened her legs wide for him
,
and he groaned at the sight of her submissive position in the dim
light
of the television. He spread her wet lips with two fingers and then rubbed his tongue against her swollen clit. She cried out and rocked her hips as her entire body went taut with release.

“Oh God, Jacob.
I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Okay, he’d made her come. He
’
d promised himself that he’d stop after she’d finished, but shit, that had been too fast. What
,
five seconds? That didn’t count as a real orgasm. He’d make her come
again
—harder this time—and then he’d go take care of himself in the bathroom.

“Take me, Jacob,” she said, rocking her hips as involuntary spasms shook her. “Please. Take me.”

He slipped two fingers inside her
,
and her slick heat engulfed them, tightening, pulling at them, trying to draw them deeper. His cock throbbed in
envy
.

She went limp. Her breath came out in labored gasps. “Do you have a condom? If not, I have some in my purse.”

He didn’t answer her. He wasn’t taking this that far.
Kissing.
Necking.
Sucking her tits.
Fingering her.
Tasting her cum. Okay.
Thrusting his cock into her until he erupted with much needed release? Not happening.

He used his fingers in the way he wished he could use his dick
,
t
hrusting them into her silky tunnel hard and rhythmically. He suckled and licked her clit at the same time
,
until her muscles went taut again and she began to rock against his face.

“Jacob,” she called to him.
“Oh God.
I’m close again. Take me now. Please.”

His cock was primed and ready to pump. He shifted onto his side, drawing her with him as he turned. He continued onto his back, easing her
up and
over so that she was kne
e
ling over his face. He positioned her so he could suckle her clit and slide his fingers in and out of her without having to use his other hand to hold her because
,
dammit
,
he needed his other hand at the moment. He introduced his twitching cock to his fist, wrapping his hand
loosely
around
himself
and stroking with the same rhythm he was using on her sweet, slick pussy. He allowed himself to fantasize that he wasn’t thrusting into his hand, but into her body. It was okay to think about it, just as long as he didn’t actually do it.
Right?
Yeah, that was fine. Oh God, he was going to come so hard.
Amanda. Amanda.

Her pussy tightened around his fingers
,
and she cried out somewhere above his head as another orgasm ripped through her. He stroked himself faster, wanting to join her, but he wasn’t quite there yet. He tore his mouth away from her clit, trying to catch his breath, trying to find release, realizing all at once that his hand was no substitute for her tight pussy. And then she did something he never expected. She turned to face the opposite end of the sofa and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

Okay. Th
at
was
okay. He’d given her oral pleasure. She could do the same for him and it wouldn’t be an utter violation of his promise to himself not to have just-sex with her. Oh God, her hot mouth tugged on him just right. He was so excited he couldn’t stop
stroking himself with his hand, so she covered his hand with both of hers and pumped him hard until he erupted, his seed shooting into her mouth as he found release at last. He couldn’t see what she was doing with his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head tossed back in blinding ecstasy, but he was pretty sure she was swallowing all of what had to be twelve gallons of cum pumping out of him.

“Oh God, Amanda,” he said, his voice a breathless rasp. “Amanda.”

When the pulsing spasms of pleasure abated at last, he relaxed into the sofa with
an outrush
of air. Amanda’s lush mouth popped free of his cock
,
and she turned to cuddle up against his side on the large sofa. She rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on his belly. He didn’t have the energy to put any appropriate distance between them. Ah fuck, he was in trouble.

Chapter 6

Amanda needed to get the condoms out of her purse, because she was not going to be satisfied with a couple of fingers after getting her eyes and ha
nds and lips on the monster in Jacob
’s pants.

“Oh shit,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Amanda stiffened and then lifted her head to
stare
at him. He refused to meet her eyes. Was getting busy with her on the couch
that
embarrassing?

“Shouldn’t have done
what
?” she said, her voice laced with the building anger she felt.

“I had no intention of making a move on you, Amanda, I swear. I apologize.”

Jacob “Shade” Silverton was apologizing for sexual contact? Had the world ended without her knowing it? Or was he truly disgusted that
she
was the one who had
had two mind-blowing orgasms
under his attention and not that Busty Lusty McGillicutty who undoubtedly knew her way around a penis
?

“Why wouldn’t you make a move on me?” she said, mentally cursing the emotional hitch in her voice. “Do you find me
that
sexually unappealing?”

“What?
No
,” he said and squeezed her against his side, “I can scarcely keep a grip on myself when you’re within the same county. It’s
just
 
.
 
.
 
.
 
I like you, Amanda. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

“You like me, so you shouldn’t touch me? Jacob, that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.”

“I don’t sleep with women I like.”

“Why not?”

“Because
…
”

This was a side of him she’d never seen before
, and s
he wasn’t sure how to handle this guy.
The cocky jerk?
Yeah, she understood
him
.
But s
he’d never imagined there was a heart under all of Shade Silverton’s pomp and pageantry
. Well,
that wasn’t exactly true. She had seen his heart. He wore it like a huge target on his chest when he was with his little girl.
But c
ould he care for a woman with the
level of
devotion he showed Julie?

“Because why?” she pressed.

“Because I wouldn’t want to hurt a woman I like. Not the way I hurt Tina. And I would. I’d tear her heart apart. I can’t help it. I’m an asshole that way.”

She chuckled and relaxed against him. “What if I promised that you wouldn’t hurt me, Jacob? Because even though I like you too, I would never in a million years think a serious relationship would work out with you. I just want to hang around with you. Have fun with you.”

“Have sex with me?”

“Yeah
,
t
here’s that.”

“You’re sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?
It’s just sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

His tense body relaxed.
“Just-sex.”

“Yeah, nothing more.”

“All right, we’re on exactly the same page then.”

“You’d better stop acting all caring and sensitive. You wouldn’t want me to fall in love with you, would you?”

“No,” he said quickly, “that would be a bad idea.”

“Agreed.”

“Are you sure just-sex won’t hurt your feelings?”

“I’m sure.”

“All right then.” He sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head. “Then these clothes need to go.”

Oh God, the man was a genius. Not to mention gorgeous. He shucked his pants next and then settled back on the sofa with her tucked along
his side
. He slipped her borrowed shirt from her shoulder. “You won’t need this for the rest of the night.”

“What if I get cold?” she said with a smirk.

“Not an option.”

She removed the rest of her clothes and snuggled up against
him
with his arm around her. With his free hand, he reached for the bowl
of fruit
, set it on his sculpted stomach and began to feed her bit
e
s. She allowed her hand to wander his body, wondering if she was dreaming, or if she really was naked in
Jacob
Silverton’s arms, supposedly watching a movie, and doing her damnedest to make that magnificent cock of his rise again.

When she got brave enough to run one fingertip down the length of his limp cock, he said, “Trying to watch a movie here.”

She smiled when she received the appropriate response out of his fifth appendage and it began to harden and thicken.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “am I bothering you?”

“You are being a little distracting, Miss Lange.”

“Only a little?”
She wrapped her hand around his thickening length. “It looks rather big from my perspective.”

He chuckled, smoothed her hair and kissed the top of her head. “We have all night for that. I mean, if you want to stay.”

Fuck yeah, she wanted to stay. “Are you inviting me?”

“We’ve already established that you can’t take a hint.”

She tore her gaze from the beauty that was his now fully erect cock and angled her head to
look into his eyes
. “Well?”

“Will you stay the night with me, Amanda?”

“That depends,” she said.

He scowled.
“On what?”

She grinned at him.
“How many erections you can get in one night.”

He grinned back. “One won’t be enough?”

It would take him years to satisfy every fantasy she’d ever had about him. “Not for what I have in mind.”

“And I assume I’m supposed to figure out what you have in mind by trial and error?”

And she was
sure
he was going to treat her to fantasies she’d never dreamed of. “Normally I don’t like people to put ideas in my head, but that sounds like a plan.”

“Three.”

She supposed she could live with that. “I guess I’ll stay.”

He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Then you can relax. No need to rush.”

She supposed that was true, but she’d wanted him for so many years, now that he was literally at her fingertips, she didn’t want to waste any time. Maybe if she thought
they’d have anything beyond one night together, she wouldn’t feel so desperate to spend the entire time with him between her thighs.

Jacob
munched fruit and watched the continuing adventures of a psychotic serial killer while Amanda gently massaged the length of his cock. She was surprised when he continued to thicken beneath her persistent touch. She’d incorrectly assumed that he was as hard as he could get.

His skin was so smooth. Veins strained in tortuous paths just beneath the surface. She would have believed he was mostly unaffected by her touch if not for the little hitches in his breathing each time she discovered new ways of touching him. When she enclosed the head of his cock in a loose fist and stroked him rapidly, his belly tightened and breath caught in his throat.

She glanced up at his face and found his eyes closed, lips parted, expression tense. Dear lord, she’d never seen a sexier man in her life. Amanda
’s
pussy swelled and moistened instantly and began to throb in protest of its neglect.

He took a sudden deep breath and forced his eyes open. The predatory look in
those
eyes made her belly quiver. He set the bowl of fruit on the floor and then in one swift movement flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his.

“All right, Amanda. I get it. Unlike you, I can take a hint.”

She smiled up at him. “Oh? What was I hinting at?”

“You want to be fucked senseless.”

“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe I just like the feel of your cock in my hand.”

He lowered himself onto her.
Belly to belly, chest to chest.
His hard
body made her feel
soft, feminine. The
co
a
rse
hairs on his legs made hers feel smooth, sensual. His skin felt cool everywhere they touched.
Most likely because she was on fire.