Chapter Fourteen
Outside the park, Jake flagged down a cab, and they tumbled inside, lips locked in endless kisses, speeding through the city to her walk-up, where she was pretty sure they’d have some more guaranteed-to-be-great sex. When they spilled out of the cab onto the sidewalk in front of her building, she felt breathless and hopeful.
Hopeful.
Damn.
She couldn’t afford the emotions swirling inside her. Stick to the plan. Stop chasing love. Let love find her. Unless it already had? She kissed him again, slowly, softly, not daring to give in to hope. But did she feel love in his kiss? “Coming in?”
His gaze locked onto hers, he simply nodded, and as the taxi sped away from the curb, she took his hand and drew him up the steps outside her front door. As they stumbled up the flights of stairs leading to her apartment, they stopped to kiss, his hands at her waist, his body pressing her into the quiet corners of each landing. The summer air was warm. Their breathing soft and full of longing, a contrast to the bustling sounds of the Brooklyn street.
By the time they reached the top, Kate felt dizzy—from the breathless climb or the effect of his lips on her skin, she wasn’t sure. As she fumbled with the keys, he leaned in and planted his hands against the wall on either side of her, kissing her lips, drifting to her jaw, coasting down her neck. She twisted the doorknob, and together they stumbled into the apartment, the light of the full moon streaming into the window by the fire escape. With their mouths entwined, he pivoted and pressed her back against the door, closing it behind them.
As his lips moved across hers in a sweet, persuasive kiss that seemed to shift around the pieces of her heart, she let go a sigh, and when he pulled away, the loss of his kiss left her aching for another. They stood there for a moment, his fingertips against her hot cheeks, her breath shallow and soft, wanting more, wanting him. Unable to wait a second longer, she reached up and brought his lips crashing back down to hers, a move that seemed to be all the invitation he needed.
His hands found the hem of her dress, lifting it over her hips to press his palm against her hot, wet core. Another sigh escaped her parted lips as his fingers slipped beneath the lace of her panties to find her clit. She let go a quiet moan as the thrill of his caress moved through her body, setting her on fire. Her body arched toward him, practically begging for more. And he seemed more than willing to please her. His lips traveled over the vulnerable cove of her throat while his free hand moved up to cup her ass to tilt her closer to his touch while his fingers worked their magic inside her. God, he was driving her crazy, circling her, drawing her close to a climax.
“I want you now, Jake,” she said, her voice filled with longing. “Tonight. Tomorrow.”
“Kate…” Her name fell from his lips like a promise as he tugged the provocative lace over her thighs and calves. “God…Kate…”
Her hips angled closer toward him, desperate for a moment of release. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out as he coaxed her body to the brink only to pull away. Her head fell back on a desperate sigh as his fingers pulled away, leaving her body trembling. On a wild groan, he grabbed her ass in his hands and lifted her against him. Her elbows locked around his broad shoulders, her legs wrapped around his hips.
“I want you, too.” His mouth slammed down on her lips, kissing her as he strode across the small living space toward her bedroom. She returned his kiss, angling closer, wanting him with a desperation she’d only ever felt with this man.
Cradling her against him, he let his tongue intertwine with hers as they fell back against the bed in a hot, needy tangle. Jake pressed her back against the bed, lifted the skirt back over her reaching hips. “You are beautiful.”
His palms ran along the tender curve of her thighs, inching them apart so he could caress her with his tongue. The first playful flick made her cry out. But it was only the beginning. Desire pooled low in her abdomen as he worked her over with his tongue. Her desperate body arched and bucked against him, but his hands locked her hips in place, refusing to let her move even an inch. When she thought she could take no more, he raised his lips to her right breast and took her aching nipple into his mouth, his mouth warm against her heated skin, sucking on her flesh. Her core was wet and slick, her body trembling. He murmured his encouragement, letting his thumbs graze the tips of her breasts. Her eyes drifted shut.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Her gaze found his and held on as he continued to stroke and tease, her body aching with the need to feel him inside her. Unable to wait one crazy second longer, her hands tore at the button of his cargos, yanking down the zipper, tugging down the shorts and then the sexy boxer briefs with her toes to free the hard, delicious length of him.
A smile melted across her face as desperation played across his features. She took his cock in her hands, unable to fight her desire to touch him so intimately, to see his barriers fall away. She loved the feel of him in her hands, so hard and yet so vulnerable to her touch. His body trembled as her hand moved up and down his shaft, and she felt him harden further in her grasp. A deep growl rumbled up from his throat, and he reached for her hands, pinning them back against the bed with one hand while he positioned his rock-hard erection above her.
He pulled a condom from the pocket of his shorts with his free hand and tore it open with his teeth. “Don’t move,” he commanded. She didn’t dare. She only watched as he slid the protection over his cock. She was barely breathing, her body aching and desperate to feel him inside her. “I am going to make you feel the way you’ve never felt before.”
“Is that a guarantee?” she asked, breathless, still staring, not moving.
He held her wrists above her head with one hand while the other slowed below her hips. “That’s a promise.”
He bent to give her a slow, lingering kiss as his cock inched inside her. He rocked her gently, increasing the rhythm as her breath grew ragged. Small sounds of need fell from her lips as she bucked against him, her arms pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Come for me, Kate, don’t hold back. I want to hear you come for me.”
With both hands on her hips, he drove her harder, thrusting down as he rode her body toward climax. She threw her head back, crying out as she reached a shattering orgasm, colored waves of pleasure crashing through her.
He slowed his pace momentarily, sliding in and out of her, drawing out her climax until she sighed with pleasure. Her hips rose up to meet the now-quickening pace of his thrusts, until his strong body tensed, before falling against her in pleasure and release.
Their bodies still locked together, he kissed her breathless. Then once again his lips drifted down the lines and curves of her body, touching her, tasting her, making good on his promise to make her feel things she’d never felt before.
Her one-night stand was officially a double score, and as her body quivered under the delights of his tongue, she held his gaze and watched him work her body with the magic of his tongue, gripping the edge of the bed as her body began to tremble.
YES.
YES.
YES.