Most women would’ve probably tried not to be quite so obvious in their fascination, but she couldn’t help it. She felt flushed with heat, dizzy with desire, just from watching the gorgeous man walk across a blasted room. Of course, the fact he was still bare-assed naked with his brutally beautiful cock rising high and hard and hungry in front of him—the huge shaft gleaming with
her
juices—might’ve had something to do with it. Then again, she was just as crazy for him with clothes as without.
That was the thing with love. It made you silly-sick for a person, even when you knew it was going to end up killing you in the end. Kingdoms had been built and destroyed on it since time began—and Taylor knew she was going to be no different. The least she could do was to wring it of as much ecstasy as she could while she still had the chance, and then treasure the memories, holding them to her heart for as long as she could.
It was pathetic, and in that moment, she hated Mitch with such wounded malice that it twisted through her veins, poisoning her blood. She could taste it on her tongue, feel it in the heavy pumping of her heart. Because of his lies, these were her useless choices. The only miserable choices her stubborn heart and pride would allow her to make.
Because of Mitch’s selfishness and her own stupidity, she and Jake had been separated for so long—when they should have been together.
When they should have been in love.
Should have had the chance to share their lives with one another.
Jake stared down at her, the heat pouring off his golden skin beating against her in waves, penetrating her dented armor, digging beneath the surface. “And if I change your mind? If I get it through that thick little head of yours that I want more from you than forty-eight hours worth of fucking? That I want an entire lifetime of it? If I can do it, then I stay, don’t I, Taylor?”
Her stubborn chin lifted, her eyes drilling into his, almost hating him too, for being so cruel as to tempt her with the one thing she wanted above all others. Only he didn’t look cruel. He looked like a man hurting for the woman he loved, but she couldn’t believe it. A woman who hadn’t told him she loved him back. No…she wouldn’t believe it! No matter how friggin’ convincing he looked. “Yes, but I have a condition.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up and he lifted his hand to twist one puffy nipple between two work-roughened knuckles, pulling a sharp gasp from between her lips. His other hand thrust between her legs, thumb and forefinger pinching her clit, holding it with just the right amount of pressure till he could feel her heartbeat pumping against his fingers. They were deliberate actions, meant to show her that no matter how hard she might think of fighting him, her body already knew exactly who it belonged to. He owned it, and he was going to fuck it and tongue it and love it however and whenever he damn well pleased, no matter how many stipulations she tried to put on him.
His fingers moved the barest bit, pulling nipple and clit until she had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning. He smiled, looking cocky and arrogant, and whispered, “What’s your condition, sweetheart?”
“Um—”
Think…think! Oh yeah. “You can’t—I mean, I don’t want you telling me that…that you love me.
You’re not allowed to say anything like that again because we both know how ridiculous it is.”
And if I have to listen to it I’m going to start believing it and I can’t take that kind of chance.
“Fine.” He didn’t like it, but he’d live with it, because he had every intention of showing her how he felt every minute they spent together. He’d show her with his body and his mouth and his cock how much he loved her till he’d convinced every precious little cell from her head down to her toes.
Of course, he couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of it all. For years he’d been fucking women who wanted more from him than the physical pleasure he was willing to share with them. And now that he had the one woman, the only woman, he’d ever wanted to give more to—the one he could give everything to, who already owned his heart—she didn’t want it.
If God was a woman, she was up in heaven right now laughing her sweet little ass off at him.
He grabbed Taylor, tossing her back up on the bed so quickly she actually bounced. “If sex is all I can have from you, all that you want from me,” he gritted through his teeth, following her down, moving
over her, “then I’ll take as much as I can get.”
She lay beneath him, a look of wary caution falling over her fey features, but she wasn’t telling him no. Jake nudged her knees apart, shoving her legs wide, knees bent, and looked down at her glistening pussy. His fingers moved through the pearly juice-soaked curls, over the naked, gleaming lips, playing with them. Her slit was quivering, gasping, leaking more of her sweet tasting cream, and he shook his head in awe, his mouth twisting in an odd expression that made her want to cringe and cover herself.
“What’s wrong with me?”
Dark green, heavy-lidded eyes snapped to hers. “There’s not a damn thing wrong with you. It’s just that every time I look at you, the shock of it hits me again. I’ve never seen anything like you, Taylor. You’re just so incredibly beautiful, it knocks the wind right outta me.”
An embarrassed, sort of scoffing sound broke from her throat.
“I’m not bullshitting you, sweetheart. It’s the truth, whether you choose to believe it or not. You’re just
so delicate and pretty and pink.”
And it was true. He’d thought he’d seen it all, every kind of woman there was, every possible body type, from the overtly sexy to the shyly pretty, but he’d never seen anything like Taylor. She always looked so sweet, so virginal, it was nearly impossible to pull his eyes away. He laid his head on her thigh, ignoring her tense groan, and continued stroking her, petting her, for the moment just happy to be touching something so precious. And letting her know exactly who owned it. The anger was still burning in his blood, waiting to be set free, but for now it was enough just to have her like this, completely open and at his mercy, waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do to her.
One blunt, work-roughened finger stroked down the center of the tender flesh, circling the tiny slit of her vulva, and he nearly died when more pearly drops of cream spilled from the swollen mouth. He watched as he worked his big finger up into the constricting tightness, shuddering at the exquisite feel of her squeezing around him, slick muscles clenching him in hot wetness, and as he pulled it back out, his finger glistened with juice.
It was too much to resist. He leaned those few inches forward to lap her lightly with his tongue, teasing her with the tip. She felt him, he tasted her, and her hips rocked forward as he shoved his face into her again, his tongue penetrating that tiny opening, driving inside, and she came right into his mouth, pouring down his throat.
Jake growled into her, his throat working as he ate at her, trying to get deeper, and she clutched at his hair, pressing up against him, shameless with need as she pumped her pussy against his wet face.
And then suddenly he was rising over her again, his tongue, wet with her cream, plunging into her mouth as he grasped her hips, lifted her, and slammed his cock into her with a brutal, angry force. She cried out, but he was already pulling back, then ramming deeper. “Hell,” he grunted, “I just want to stay inside of you forever, filling you full of me over and over and over again. You make me crazy with it, Taylor. Make me feel like a fucking animal!”
“Good!” she shouted, feeling the wild woman inside clawing to be set free. “Great. Be an animal, Jake.
You aren’t scaring me. I like you like this!”
One big hand twisted into the long mass of her hair, holding her still as he loomed over her, dark green eyes searching brown, seeking the truth. When he saw what he wanted, the same need staring straight back at him, dark and hungry, anger-tinged like a red glowing beast, he took her at her word and gave her exactly what she wanted.
With shocking speed, he pulled out of her and flipped her to her stomach, driving into her from behind before she’d even drawn her next breath. His fingers took a firm, almost bruising hold on her hips and he jerked her back against him until she’d taken him all the way to the root. He’d never, in all his life, been so far inside of a woman, never been pushed so deep, never been held so tight. And he wasn’t surprised that he’d never found this kind of connection with a woman before now, because no other woman had ever held both his heart and his body.
They were Taylor’s, if she’d only take them.
He pulled out and forced his way back in until her grasping muscles had swallowed him whole, surrounding him with warm, wet, intoxicating heat. The shocking perfection of being joined with her flooded through him all over again—even stronger this time—and he folded himself over her like an animal mounting its mate.
Then he rocked into her, pushing even further, and nipped at her sensitive lobe, his wicked tongue teasing into her ear. “Just think about it, Taylor. This is me and you. Before today I was dreaming about you every night, waking up hard for you every morning, thinking about you every minute of every day, and now I’m cramming your beautiful cunt full of cock and you’re squeezing me like a fucking fist.”
“I know,” she moaned. “I know. I never thought this would happen.” Another inch went in, pulling her pussy open, stretching skin that had never been penetrated so deep and so full, and never from this angle. The pleasure spilled through her in a rush, and she clenched tighter, pulling a ragged groan from his lips.
God, she felt like a virgin and it nearly killed him. “Tell me you’ve thought about this, Taylor. Tell me you’ve thought about what it’d be like having my cock inside of you all these years, breaking you open, making you mine.”
She smiled through her tears, wiping them away on the pillow. “Too many times to count.”
Beneath him she tightened—shivered. He began to move slowly, using nudging thrusts that worked his thick, ridged cock in and out of her in maddening degrees, creating a deliciously teasing friction. He drove her crazy for as long as he could, waiting until she was jerking back against him on her own, her body begging for more, and only then did he give her what she needed. Only then did he begin fucking her, taking her, ramming into her so that every grinding, forceful thrust of his cock could be savored and enjoyed by her insatiable cunt.
She wriggled her hips in a way he thought would drive him right out of his mind. Every hard muscle on his body was flexed tight, working him in and out of her, and he was actually afraid to turn his head and look at their reflection in the dresser mirror. He was pumping and sweating, his balls slamming
against her clit, every facet of his being focused on plowing as deep into her as he could get.
She arched her back higher and he drove straight into that sweet hot spot deep inside of her that had been made just for him. The feelings broke over them in a writhing mass of flesh and need, showering them with sensation.
Taylor screamed, pushed right into another heart stopping orgasm, and Jake was right there with her, grinding his jaw down hard to keep from shouting the whole entire building awake. She clenched and squeezed around him, while he poured himself into her until it felt like his cock had turned itself inside out. They gasped and panted, wondering how anything that felt so much like death could feel so fucking good.
Finally all they could do was tumble atop the wrecked bedding like the survivors of a brutal shipwreck, struggling for life. Jake knew he must be too heavy, crushing her into the mattress, but he couldn’t find the strength to move.
An eternity later she shifted, crawling over him as he fell to his back in utter exhaustion. She nuzzled up on his wide chest like a sleepy kitten, fitting as if she’d slept there forever, and Jake wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to the heavy thudding of his heart. The shadows of the moon fell, as did their eyes, and in their dreams they clung to one another, fearing they’d be torn apart again too soon—before they’d found the answer.
The last thought he had as he drifted away was a vow to do everything in his power to convince her, to win her trust and her love, even if it killed him.
Because there was no way in hell he wanted to go on living without her.
Chapter 11
In the early hours of dawn, Taylor woke to the teasing touch of Jake’s lips sipping from her nipple, his fingers playing softly through her folds, bringing her to a slow, gentle burn that felt like dreaming.
She moaned in wonder, feeling her body go wet and warm, and he growled in response. “Can you take me again?” His deep voice was gritty both from sleep and the ache of desire.
Taylor stretched beneath him, arching into the touch of his lips and body and hands. “Even if I couldn’t, I still would.”
“I’d never hurt you,” he whispered, and they both knew he meant more than just the physical pain of
going another round.
The first rays of light struck through the curtains, not bright, but soft and shadowy, as if sneaking into a forbidden place. Against her lips, he said, “It’s morning,” at the same time the tip of his cock nudged between her moist folds, finding her sopping and hot and more than ready for him. He pressed within, working himself against the tight wetness of her body, and she moaned, “No.”
Oh, God. His heart stopped, clenched tight with dread, thinking she’d end their bargain now and send him away, but then she whispered, “No, it’s not morning yet. It’s still our first night, Jake. I don’t want our time to go by so quickly.”