Sailor

 

I expect a devilish grin, but instead Jake holds my gaze, his expression one of lust and determination, as he stalks toward me. His tongue slips over his bottom lip and back in while he invades my personal space.

“I promised I’d be a perfect gentleman until you told me not to be, so that’s why my hands are going right here,” he says as he cradles my cheeks.

The attraction between us is all-consuming, a driving force that’s creating a stampede of desire we can’t outrun. His charm has weakened me.

No, something greater has to be at work here. An enigma neither of us saw coming is making the decisions.

I suck in a breath as I eye the glistening droplets of water on his long eyelashes; they’re the lashes girls dream of having, and so are his green eyes.

“Time to make you forget the past, Sailor.”

I stiffen from his words. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you wear your pain on the outside. I only know one other person who wears it that well.”

“Then make it disappear … if only for a few minutes.”

After eyeing my lips like they’re the first ones he’s ever seen, he skims his across them, right to left, and I feel my lower lip quiver. He presses his mouth against mine … slowly … twice … a third time…

He’s building up the moment, and it’s working. I part my lips for him, and as soon as he slips his tongue inside, I take hold of his waist.

He moves closer, but I still don’t feel his body against mine, and I can’t help but imagine how good it would feel if I did. Exploring my mouth with the faintest touches, he mostly uses the tip of his tongue.

He relays how precise he can be, how even the tip of his tongue could push me over the edge if it was in another warm place.

Needing more from him, I slither my hands around his waist. He groans in my mouth, and in a beat, his tongue strikes mine aggressively, his hands trailing down my neck. When they reach my shoulders, he grips them and pulls his lips away.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we have to stop. You’re naked right in front of me, and knowing how fucking close your bare skin is to mine is making it hard for me to be gentlemanly. Maybe we can try this again once you’re dressed.”

“I don’t want that.”

Leaning back farther, he draws his eyebrows together.

“OK. We won’t do that again.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. “No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, I don’t want you to be gentlemanly. I want you to touch me. Right now.”

His head falls against mine. “Fuck, you’ve got me excited.” Sliding a hand around my waist, he moves between my legs, and the second I feel his erection against me, I gasp.

“That’s what you’re doing to me,” Jake whispers before his mouth crashes against mine. As his tongue pushes in, I weave my fingers into his thick hair and fist it.

I let my inhibitions go, kissing him fervently and matching the force of his tongue, the weight of his desire, and the sounds of his groans.

Gliding a hand over my ass, he squeezes it while pushing his cock against me. I moan, the throbbing sensation between my thighs intensifying.

He did it. Jake convinced me to let my guard down. To open a door I was determined to keep shut.

Slipping a hand between us, he caresses my breast, and a growl fills my mouth as he brings me even closer. He pinches my nipple while kissing my ear and down my neck.

With a grip still on my ass, he lifts me up out of the water until I’m tiptoeing so he can taste more of my skin: my shoulder, collarbone and throat.

The way he’s touching my breasts, tugging and pinching my nipples, is enough to make me want to come. How embarrassing would that be?

Easing my feet back down, he skirts his hand south, too, to play with me, and I flinch as he slides two fingers inside. My head falls back, and he kisses up my neck, and God, the intensity of his touch–the passion between us … I can’t stop any of it, nor do I want to.

“Take me to bed,” I whisper while wondering how I found the courage to say it.

“Christ, Sailor, I want to, so fucking bad, but I can’t tonight. You need to be sure.”

“I am.”

“Tomorrow… Let’s save it for tomorrow.” He skims his mouth to my ear. “It doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel sensational right now. Watching you come will be unforgettable.”

Pumping his fingers in and out of me faster, he engulfs my mouth. He feeds me his desire with harsh strokes of his tongue, and when he presses his thumb against my clit, I moan shamelessly, not caring who hears us.

The firm circular motion of his thumb is all it takes to ignite a surge of ecstasy. I break away from his mouth to suck in a breath. The pleasure stays right at my core, inundating it with sensations that make my toes curl.

If he wasn’t holding me, I’d sink below the water. Only Jake has control of my body right now, and for the first time in a decade, I don’t mind that a man’s holding all the power.