I Only Have Eyes for You

Her breath came fast as he rained more kisses and soft little bites down from her ear, over her neck, then across her raised shoulder. She could have sworn his erection was actually throbbing against her back by that point, that he was teasing himself just as much as her, but his own clear desire for her didn’t make him move any faster. If he kissed his way up and down her body like this he would drive her nearly insane...every press of his lips on her skin taking her closer to the peak, but never all the way there.

At long last, his fingers recommenced their erotic journey, lightly brushing over the curve of both br**sts until his hand was in position to touch both at once. The taut peaks ached from the slightest touch of his palm and she arched into his touch to try to get him to take more from her.

Everything. Jake could have everything from her in this moment. It didn’t matter what it was, she would give it to him, just as long as he made good on his promise of pleasure.

“So soft.” He cupped one breast in his hands, so gently she gasped at the sensation of his slightly rough skin against her. And then he was pressing his mouth into the curve where her shoulder met her neck and her gasp turned back into more begging she couldn’t control.

“Please, Jake.”

From the way she couldn’t stop her hips from rocking into his, he had to know what she wanted. Just to be taken like this, while he was holding her and she was in the sweetest heaven anyone had ever known.

But when her begging didn’t get her any closer to her goal, Sophie realized Jake would always be in control when they were together like this. The thought shocked her, but not as much as the realization that she loved it.

And oh, to be his princess, if only for a little while in his arms like this...even her Nice inner voice had no choice but to go quiet. A moment later, even the newly unmuzzled Naughty voice was silenced as Jake’s tongue slid against her skin again, moving slowly down her spine just as he shifted his hand to fill his palm with her other breast and slowly pressed his thumb and forefinger over one taut peak.

Her insides felt like molten lava and even though he hadn’t touched anything but her neck and back and overly sensitive br**sts, Sophie felt herself going over the edge, hurtling toward an unexpected climax that claimed her breath, her thoughts, just as Jake had claimed all of them.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

As the gasping little noises left her throat, Jake’s thigh muscles bunched and pressed between her legs and she rode him like a woman possessed. There was no room for embarrassment here. Nor was there space for the anger and hurt she’d felt earlier.

All that remained in the in-between early morning of his bed was exquisite pleasure. Pleasure that ran so deep, she was powerless to do anything but let it take over every cell, inside and out.

He slid his hand down from her br**sts, thankfully moving faster on the way down than he had on his earlier trip up from her belly. “I need to touch you.”

The unexpected climax only ratcheting up her need, this time when she moved to spread her legs, he let her. And then his hand was moving over her pelvic bone, softly sliding over her damp curls, not stopping like he had before when she’d been dying for him to caress her br**sts. She could feel a slight tremor shake his arm as he came closer to her core, almost as if the self-control he’d had earlier—his obvious intent to torture her with slow, with gentle—was slipping.

“Sophie.”

Her name fell from his lips as he covered her with his whole hand. His raw heat shocked her, shook her, enough that her head fell back into the curve of his shoulder. Jake’s big, strong body cradled her, cupping her sex, literally holding her in the grip of anticipation for what would come next.

“So soft,” he said again. “So wet for me.”

And then, before she could figure out how to take her next breath, his fingers were inside of her, filling her, stroking her core so perfectly that the pressure way down deep in her belly grew again. Her sex throbbed against his talented fingers and her br**sts ached for more of his touches.

Finally, Jake let her back fall flat against the mattress, and for the first time since the night before, she got to look at his impossibly beautiful face, those eyes so full of heat, so dark and dangerous. She couldn’t look away, could feel desperate words of love about to spill from her lips, even though she knew better, even though she’d vowed not to let it happen again.

“Jake, I—”

His mouth covered hers before she could say anything more, and his passionate kiss drove her thoughts away. She loved feeling him over her like this, like she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get close enough, and she kissed him back with all of the love in her foolish heart, giving herself up to all the emotions she’d sworn never to let herself feel for him again.

Too soon, he took his mouth away from hers, but she instantly forgave him when he lowered his head to her breast, laving first one and then the other. While the hand between her legs continued to stroke her nerve endings in the most delicious way, his free hand slid over her other breast.

It was too much. The way her lips still tingled from his kisses, and now his mouth, his hands on her, covering her, caressing her, tormenting her.

“This feels so good, even better than before,” she moaned as she arched up off the bed into his hands and mouth and taut muscles, needing to press even closer to the man who was loving her as no one ever had before. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, going on and on like the sea, dragging her out with them until she was doing no more than bobbing in and out of them trying desperately to catch her breath.