Chapter 22

Annie

Jake’s expression darkens with hunger. He dips his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth, gently suckling, making the stiff peak even tighter. His hands clutch at my waist, squeezing and kneading my flesh, as he continues to worship my breasts. He doesn’t seem to mind the faint, silvery stretch marks left behind as reminders of my pregnancy.

After paying thorough attention to one breast, and then to the other, he trails kisses down the center of my chest to the waistband of my PJ bottoms. His beard tickles my skin, teasing my nerve endings until I’m shivering from head to toe.

As he tongues my bellybutton, rimming it gently, he works my PJ shorts over my hips and pulls them off. Then he dips down between my legs and presses his nose to the wet gusset of my panties, inhaling deeply. He lifts his dark gaze up to meet mine, and he watches me intently, gauging my reaction.

“Spread your legs,” he says, his voice a low growl.

When I do as he asks, he lowers his mouth to the soft skin of my inner thighs and he sucks hard, hard enough to leave a mark.

He’s marking me.

Then he raises up and slips a hand into my panties, his fingers skimming through my pubic hair, until finally a finger sinks deep between my folds and strokes my clitoris. He growls—a sound I’m quickly becoming very familiar with.

As his finger teases my clit, my sex clenches hotly, and I can feel myself growing warm and wet with desire. The butterflies are going berserk in my belly.

Growing impatient, he takes hold of the waistband of my panties and tugs, working them down my legs and dropping them unceremoniously on the floor. Then he grabs my knees, raising them to force my thighs wide, exposing my sex to his hot gaze and even hotter mouth. Tipped off balance, I throw my hands back on the dresser to catch myself.

He covers my sex with his mouth, showing no mercy. He’s voracious, licking and sucking my wet flesh. He slides his arms beneath my knees, raising and spreading my legs wider. There’s no hiding from him. This is raw and wild, something I’ve only read about in romance novels, but never experienced before. My heart is pounding, my chest heaving, as he pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm.

I spare one hand to stroke his hair, running my fingers through the thick, dark strands, petting him, trying to tame this beast. He releases one of my legs to free up a hand so he can slide a thick finger inside my opening. His finger curls upward, stroking a tender spot deep inside me. That wicked finger, combined with his equally wicked tongue, drives my arousal higher and higher until I’m gasping, poised right on the verge of coming. The pleasure is intense, unrelenting, and so exquisite it’s almost unbearable.

My body explodes in a blinding wave of pleasure that starts in my core and sweeps through my body, a firestorm singeing my overstimulated nerve endings. Unable to hold it in, I cry out shamelessly.

He suckles my clit gently as the pleasure rolls through me, keeping me on the edge of pleasure, prolonging the sensations until I collapse.

Jake shoves his sweats down his long legs and kicks them off. Then he pulls me to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carries me to the bed, laying me down gently. He kisses me, then reaches over me to pull a condom packet from the top drawer of his nightstand.

He stands beside the bed in all his naked glory, and oh, my God, is that man glorious. His body is a living work of art—there’s no other way to describe it. His chest looks like it was carved from stone. His abdomen has more ridges than I can count.

His erection, which is in perfect proportion to the rest of his massive body, defies gravity as it rises into the air. I watch, mesmerized, as he rolls on a condom. Then he leans over me, caging me in with his arms. “Okay?”

I nod, feeling my face heat up.

Gently, he turns me over and pulls me up onto my hands and knees. He stands at the foot of the bed behind me, his hands settling on my hips, gripping them hard as he holds me in place. When I feel his lips graze my lower back, pressing lightly, my heart breaks. This man is so full of love, and so tender in spite of his great strength, it’s humbling to be the recipient of his affection. I realize how lucky we are to have rediscovered each other.

I feel his fingers between my legs, gently touching me, opening me. Then I feel the blunt head of his erection pressing into my wetness, careful, yet unrelenting. Slowly, he pushes inside, just an inch at a time. My arms are shaking, so I lower my face to a pillow, clutching it. The feeling of fullness as he sinks deeper inside me makes me gasp.

He takes his time, rocking slowly in and out of me, a little deeper each time, giving my body a chance to get used to him. Once he’s fully seated, his thighs pressing against mine, he starts to move. He reaches for my clit, teasing it, stroking it lightly, just enough to keep me on edge.

He thrusts in and out, slowly at first, letting the length of his erection drag along my insides. The friction and the heat are incredible, and already I feel my body ramping up for another explosion. I groan, pressing my face into the pillow.

I feel his body heat sinking into me as he leans over me, covering my back with his chest. His hands grip my hips, holding me firmly in place as he thrusts, while his lips pepper gentle kisses along my sensitive spine, making me shiver from head to toe.

Without warning, a second orgasm hits me unprepared. I cry out hoarsely and collapse onto the mattress. He follows me down, pinning me to the bed as he thrusts into me, harder and faster now. He holds his weight on his arms, allowing me to breathe. Then he rolls us to our sides, still inside me, and thrusts from behind.

His arm snakes around my waist, holding me to him as he thrusts into me. One of his legs slides between mine, raising my leg to give him better access.

My mind is reeling, and I’m overwhelmed with sensation. Ripples of pleasure continue to course through my body, setting off little fireworks throughout.

With a final powerful thrust and a deep grunt, he comes, bucking wildly into me, over and over. I can feel his erection shuddering inside me, pulse after pulse teasing my nerve endings, sending residual tremors of pleasure through my body.

When he finally stills, he carefully slides out of me and heads for the bathroom to take care of the condom. He returns soon after with a warm, wet washcloth, which he uses to wipe me clean.

“Oh, God,” he groans, falling beside me onto the bed. He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” I say, feeling utterly boneless. “Way more than fine.”

“That was amazing.”

I’m exhausted, and I can’t help the yawn that escapes me.

“Bedtime,” Jake says, patting my butt cheek. “You said I could sleep with you tonight. Aiden gave me his permission to be your boyfriend and hold your hand and stuff, and you agreed, in front of witnesses. That means I get to sleep with you from now on. When he feels comfortable enough here to sleep on his own, you can move into my room. We’ll be right across the hall from him if he needs us in the night. Okay?”

I smile, thinking my Jake is just as impatient now as he was in high school. “Okay. As long as Aiden’s okay with the arrangements.”

After resting a bit, we get up. I put my PJs back on, and Jake pulls on a pair of loose shorts to sleep in. That’s it—just the shorts. The temptation of knowing I can reach out in the night and touch any part of his body is heady.

We let ourselves back into my room, careful not to wake Aiden, and I turn off the nanny cam. I climb into the middle of the huge bed, and Jake slides in beside me. Aiden’s sound asleep, clutching his Stegosaurus.

Jake rolls me to my side and spoons me from behind, slipping a thigh between mine and wrapping his arm securely around my waist to anchor me to him, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away in the night.

I smile when I feel his lips in my hair.

He kisses the back of my head. “Sleep well, Elliot.”

I lay my arm on his and link our fingers together. “You, too, Jacob.”