Jake
Sex had always been a physical activity before Haven. With her, something shifted and it became holistic, elemental. It was as if she reached into my soul when she allowed me inside her. And holding her afterward, so vulnerable in my arms, I wondered if maybe it might be like that for her, too.
My dick twitched underneath her, and I tried to think of anything but how she felt, smelled and tasted. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want to talk. She moved slightly and I could tell she’d noticed.
“I’m sorry. You’re beautiful and naked and, well, that’s biology.”
She half smiled and reached between us. I grasped her wrist. “No, Haven. I can’t . . . ”
“You can’t fuck me again?” She looked confused, hurt maybe.
“I can’t stop myself getting hard if you touch me. I’ll make love to you as long as you’ll let me.”
“I want you hard,” she said as she twisted her hand away from my grip and clasped my erection. I groaned at the thought she might want me as much as I wanted her. I didn’t need to hold back.
She shifted and slid her knees to either side of my thighs, my dick still in her fist as she dragged up my length. Having her naked gave me endless ideas about what I was going to do with her. And I wanted to do it all now. I reached forward, cupping her tits in my hands, twisting her nipples.
Her breathing stumbled and I grabbed her hips, pulling her toward me. She knew what I wanted. I was hard and I needed to feel her all around me. She grasped my shoulders and trailed her delicious, wet slit up and down my dick, twisting her body slightly as my crown hit her clitoris. She buried her head in my neck.
“Jake,” she whimpered. Her movements got smaller. “I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too good.”
“Fuck, baby.”
I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and flipped her to her back. She needed me to make her feel good and from now on, that was my job.
“Are you ready?” I asked her, searching her eyes for any hesitation. She pulled at me, trying to get me closer. She was more than ready.
She clung to the bed sheets and held her breath as I pushed in in one movement. My eyes were on hers the entire time, checking, assessing my effect on her.
“Oh Jesus,” she said. “It’s just, I’m so full.”
I started moving above her and she cried out again and again. First, the noises she made were small, muffled and then they grew louder, magnified with each movement.
The sounds I created in her thrilled me, made me harder, brought me closer. Her expression told me whatever this was between us was as new for her as it was for me. She searched my face, looking for an explanation as if she were in pleasurable confusion.
I slid her legs up and over my shoulders. I was so deep; I was lost. Sweat coated my body and I wondered how long I would be able to hold off.
I reached forward and found her clitoris with my thumb.
She grabbed my forearm and cried out again.
“Like that?” I asked her, pushing and rubbing.
“Please Jake, I can’t . . . ” She arched off the bed, stretching, offering herself to me, the force of her orgasm drawing her toward me.
I concentrated on her beautiful face, trying to ignore my desire to empty myself into her. My thumb didn’t relent, and as she recovered from her climax, she realized I was going to make her come again.
“Please, Jake,” she cried. Oh, I could get used to her pleas. The uptight, sharp-tongued Haven Daniels begging me not to make her come, again and again. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” I replied. I pushed into her sharply and she relaxed against me, succumbing, giving herself what she needed. She wanted to submit to me as much as I needed her to. I knew her body. She would get a reminder every time she forgot.
Her muscles began to pulse around me and her hands flew to her face as if she were trying to hide the effect I had on her body. But there was no hiding. I knew what I did to her. Every inch of her was mine.
“Look at me.” I twisted my hips as I drove into her. I changed the direction of my circling thumb.
Her hands slid from her face to the pillow behind her. She fisted the fabric as she started to fall.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—fragile, but so strong. Open just for me, a private screening. Her clenching muscles pushed me off the edge, and with a final thrust, I was done for.
It felt as if I lost consciousness for a few seconds. I regained it with the help of Haven’s nails running up and down my back. I shuddered.
“Shit, that was . . . ” I pushed up on my hands to watch her. She smiled at me. Sated.
“What?” she asked and she pulled her arms around my neck and drew me closer.
“I don’t want to squash you.”
“I like feeling your weight on me, like I can’t escape,” she said. Did she want to escape? I’d been clear with her—she wasn’t to run, and if necessary I’d tie her to my bed. She was all I wanted, and if I needed to fight to keep her, I was ready to battle for the rest of my life.
I slumped over her again. “You’re amazing,” I said. “I love to watch you come.”
“Jake,” she said. Her eyes were haunted as she spoke.
“What?” I moved her legs between mine so I surrounded her, pressing my skin to hers. Offering her reassurance.
“Don’t,” she said. She sounded sad.
“Don’t what?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows so I could see her.
“Say stuff, you know, like that.”
“Like what? That you’re amazing and I love watching you come?”
She turned her head away from me and closed her eyes.
“You promised me you weren’t going to run,” I said. “If you shut yourself off, you’re doing the same thing. Tell me what you mean.” My heart began to thump against my chest. What was she going to say?
She sighed underneath me. “Stuff like that. Things you’ve said to other women.”
It wasn’t the answer I expected. She wanted to be special—she had no idea how incredible she was. I’d failed her if she didn’t know. And failing Haven wasn’t a possibility.
I pulled out of her, discarded the condom and slumped to her side, my face opposite hers. She opened her eyes. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean, Haven. I’ve never enjoyed watching a woman come the way I enjoy watching you. It makes me feel like I crash through you and take you over. I see a part of you that’s rare and precious in those moments. You are amazing. Don’t doubt it.”
She stayed silent for a few long moments. I kissed her forehead. “You own me. As much as you let me in and that feels like an honor, you also see every part of me in a way I’ve never shown anyone, ever.” I’d spent so much energy trying to break through Haven’s tough shell, I’d not noticed that she’d found a wall in me I hadn’t realized was there. She’d taken it down, unexpectedly, brick by brick.
“You do,” she whispered.
“I do?” I asked.
“You crash through me and take me over. I don’t know myself when I’m with you.”
I couldn’t get her close enough. I pulled her toward me, molding us together so there was no separation, no space between us.
I must have dozed off. Haven’s cell woke me and she turned in my arms to reach it. I tightened my grip around her, not letting her wrestle free.
“Hey, it could be important,” she said.
“Then they’ll call back,” I said but she continued to struggle so I released her.
The phone silenced before she reached it. “It was Ash.” She burrowed back into my arms. “It’s nearly six. We should get going. I guess we’ll have to buy new tickets—you punched our ride. What was that about anyway?”
“Nothing. The guy was being a douche about you and about Beth.” The last thing I wanted to do now was talk about Romano.
“What happened between them?”
“It’s not my story to tell.” There was no way I would repeat what he’d said. Not to Haven and not to Beth. “Will you trust me? I don’t want you upset and I don’t want to talk about him. Especially when we’re naked in bed and I’m recovering from . . . ”
“Recovering?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I didn’t answer. I just smiled and pulled her closer and she sank against me.
“But we do need to go. I think the last train is at nine.”
“Why don’t we stay?” I suggested. “We’re here, we have the hotel room. I can have you home to cook for Luke tomorrow.”
“Ash is cooking this week,” she said. It didn’t sound as though I was going to have to try hard to convince her. I fought a smile. It would be easier this time.
“So what time would you have to be back?”
“Hmmm, two?” she suggested.
“We can do that easily.” I kissed the top of her head.
She opened her mouth to say something, then stopped herself. I raised my eyebrows expectantly. Her ribcage expanded against me as she took a deep breath. “You could come, too, if you wanted? I mean, you don’t have to and you’re probably busy but—” I smiled at her as her words came out too fast and my heart swelled. She was going to try and make this work. Maybe the fight was won.
“I’d love to come.”
She looked up at me and half grinned. I caught her face in my hands and pressed my lips to hers.
“Holy crap. I’m not good at all this stuff,” she said. I got the feeling she wasn’t just talking about dinner.
“Stuff?”
“With relationships, men. But I want to do better than I did last time. I don’t want to mess this up.”
“I won’t let you. I got us covered. Follow my lead.” I wasn’t sure where we’d end up but as long as it was together, I didn’t care.
“So, you’re good at stuff with men?” she asked, grinning at me, her mood lightening.
“Oh, I’m going to make you pay for that. I like it when you’re begging me to stop.” I grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed, rubbing my growing erection against her thigh. “We’re together, and that’s all that matters, do you hear me?”
She nodded. “I promise I won’t beg you to stop again.”
“We’ll see about that.”