Listen to Me

“I might think twice if Scott Eastwood were to make me a proposition.”

Oh, how I’ve missed this!

“Who is Scott Eastwood?” he asks with a growl.

“You know, the actor. Clint’s son.”

“Hmm.” He narrows his eyes. “I’ve already been replaced by an Eastwood? I’m clearly off my game.”

“I haven’t replaced you yet,” I say with a laugh, combing my fingers through his soft hair. “I’m just saying, you’re all I want. Unless Scott crooks his finger at me. And even then, I’d probably still choose you.”

“Probably?” He kisses my forehead, then nuzzles my nose with his.

“Most likely.” He nibbles the corner of my mouth, down my jaw to my neck, and then sucks the skin between his lips, releasing it with a loud pop.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against my ear, and every hair on my body stands on end.

“I’m not so sure of my name right now,” I reply breathlessly. God, how does he turn me on with just one little touch?

“I think I can make you forget all about that Eastwood guy,” he says as he moves me effortlessly onto my back, laying me across the couch, hovering over me, kissing down my chest where my dress dips to show my cleavage. He’s dragging his nose down the crease, barely touching me, yet making me squirm beneath him.

“Jake, get me naked.”

“Not yet.” He grins, and I know I’m in trouble.

The best trouble ever.

I’m clawing at his black T-shirt, trying to drag it up his torso, but he’s keeping himself just out of my reach, frustrating the hell out of me.

“Please,” I whisper. He drags his lips, his tongue, back up my chest and neck, lowers himself against me, and buries his hands in my hair, brushing it gently.

“We are not going to take this fast, baby.” He nibbles my lips. “I’m going to make love to you, as slowly as possible. I didn’t think we’d be here again, and I want to savor you.”

“It’s no wonder you win Grammys,” I murmur. “You have such a way with words.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. “Every word is true.” He skims his nose down mine, sending goose bumps down my arms. “I know that our love isn’t perfect, Addie. But I do know that I will fight for us, I will protect you.”

“Even though I’m a wreck sometimes?” I whisper.

“In spite of it. I love your chaos, sweetheart.” He kisses me now, truly kisses me, taking it long and slow, in that perfect way that Jake does. This man has a gift when it comes to his mouth.

He’s plucking pins out of my hair, letting it down, and then his fingertips scrub my scalp, making me purr.

“That feels nice,” I say against his lips.

“I love your hair,” he says with a grin. “I love your style. And I love that I never know from one day to the next what you’ll look like. I have so much fun with you.”

“That might be the best compliment anyone has ever paid me,” I say, surprised. “Most people just see the boobs or the legs. They don’t pay attention to anything else.”

“I see you,” he says as his lips take a journey down my neck. His hands are pulling on my dress at my shoulders, pulling it down far enough to reveal my breasts. “Not that your tits aren’t absolutely gorgeous.” He grins up at me as he takes my already hard nipple into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. My hips surge up, but he’s holding me firmly.

And he’s hard.

He moves to the other side, paying it the same attention. I try to pull his shirt up again, and this time he helps me pull it over his head and tosses it aside, then resumes showing my breasts just how much he missed them.

And I get to touch his smooth skin, skimming my fingers up either side of his spine, into his hair, and down again. He’s low enough that I can hook my feet into the back pockets of his jeans and give a little tug. “I’d love it if you were naked right now.”

“I’d like to get you there first,” he replies, and helps me shimmy out of my dress and bra; then, with just my panties remaining, he plants his hand flat on my chest and pushes me back down onto the couch. “God, you take my breath away.”

I smile brightly as his gaze rakes down my body, then back up to my face. “Thank you.”

He leaves wet, openmouthed kisses down my torso, on my belly button, my hip. He hooks his thumbs into my panties and guides them down my hips and legs, kissing every inch of me as he slowly peels them off of me.

He tosses them aside, and kisses the arch of my foot. I’m lying here, bare as the day I was born, open wide for him, and he’s still taking his sweet time, kissing me, gazing at me.

Making me fucking crazy.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, then takes my other foot in his hand and begins his journey back up my leg.

I jump when his tongue grazes the back of my knee.

“Ticklish?” he asks.

“I had no idea that was an erogenous zone,” I breathe. He raises a brow and skims his tongue over the sensitive skin again. I tip my head back and moan, then gasp as he kisses up my inner thigh.

“I will never get enough of your pussy,” he whispers as he pulls my lips apart with his thumbs and leans in to swipe his tongue from my opening to my clit in one long, fluid motion, sending me reeling. “So pink, so responsive.”

I bury my fingers in his hair and tug, but he’s stronger than me. He just grins up at me and continues to wreak havoc on every nerve in my body with that amazing mouth of his, pulling my lips into his mouth and sucking gently, his tongue massaging and driving me out of my ever-loving mind.