Hard as Stone (Passion in Paradise: The Men of the McKinnnon Sisters)

by Sarah O'Rourke

  Chapter Fourteen

  The first touch of his mouth against hers was a gentle glide against her sensitive lips. Seeking, cautious, and incredibly tender, he waited for her to fall into him. Sampling her mouth in delicate sips, he gently tugged her lower lip between his, suckling gently as Harmony trembled in his arms. “Easy, Sweetness,” he whispered between feather light brushes of his mouth against hers. “Just give yourself permission to feel good for a minute,” he urged as he lifted one hand to cradle the side of her neck. Her pulse thrummed a quick staccato beat against his thumb, and he knew she was scared of the emotions running between them.

  “I’d never hurt you, Harmony. I’d cut off my own hand before I’d ever use it to harm you. You’ve got nothin’ to be afraid of here,” he promised, moving his mouth against hers in a barely-there caress.

  “Easy for you to say,” Harmony mumbled against his lips, squeezing her eyes closed as he moved his mouth to her neck and pressed a soft, wet kiss to the skin just below her left ear. “I feel like I just jumped off the side of the boat into shark infested waters,” she admitted, gasping when his hot tongue swirled around her earlobe. Goosebumps rose against her skin as his teeth scraped the column of her neck.

  “Can’t deny that I plan on eating you, baby, but I promise you’ll love every minute of it,” he swore darkly against her fragrant skin. “In fact, I can promise that you’ll be beggin’ me to take another bite of you before I’m done.” He smiled when she shivered against him and moaned low in her throat. Using the tip of his tongue, he painted a damp trail from her ear to her collar bone. Nuzzling the hollow of her throat, he grinned against her flesh when her hips gyrated against his hard length. “I think you like hearing what I wanna do to you, don’tcha, baby? My kind of dirty turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asked hoarsely as he moved his hand up the curve of her hip and over the swell of her heaving breasts.

  Harmony panted against his cheek, his five o’clock shadow scraping her swollen lips. Her body was awakening underneath his experienced hands, and the numbness she’d felt for so long was finally dissolving into wisps of nothingness. God, it felt good to know she could still feel pleasure after so long. Throwing caution to the wind, she nodded. “Y-yes, Jake,” she confessed, her low voice throaty and raw.

  “That’s my good girl,’ he praised huskily as he rolled his thumb against one of her nipples, swollen and firm beneath the silk of her dress. Dropping his head, he ran his tongue along the exposed skin of her breasts. Tugging at the thin material shielding her breasts from his blistering gaze, he lifted his glittering eyes to stare into hers. “I’ve been dreamin’ about what these pretty little breasts look like for weeks, darlin’. You gonna let me peel this dress off and look my fill?”

  Instead of answering, Harmony never broke eye contact as she placed a hand on his wrist and guided his hand to the gold clasp at her waist that held her dress together. Darting the tip of her tongue out to rest against her upper lip, she slowly nodded.

  Jacob leaned forward to capture her lips in another long, deep kiss that tangled their tongues together while his fingers flipped the clasp at her waist open. Keeping their mouths fused together, his tongue delved deep while his hand lifted to curve around the warm weight of one breast and squeeze gently. Licking and sucking at her full lips, he groaned as she ground herself against his lap, rubbing herself along his denim-covered cock.

  Drawing back slowly, his hands lifted to part the two sides of her dress, and his hungry eyes devoured the body he’d revealed. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed as his gazed moved from the perfect mounds of her dress still covered by a lacy bra to the scrap of satin covering her mound. “Goddamn perfection, Harmony, that’s what you are.”

  Her body flushed under the ravenous scrutiny of his searing hot look. He appeared as though he could devour her, bite by bite. Glancing down at herself, she bit her lip uncertainly. She supposed she looked okay, but age and childbirth had definitely added more than a few curves and stretch marks to her body. She certainly didn’t have the form she’d maintained as a teenager, but she’d tried to take care of herself. The way he moved his hands reverently down the center of her chest to her slightly rounded belly reassured her that he liked what he was seeing, but his next demand only confirmed it.

  “Take off your bra,” he ordered gruffly, swiping his thumb against the vulnerable flesh just above her panties. “Let me see those beautiful breasts, baby. Show me all that’s you.”

  Trembling hands lifted at his soft command, and she drew a shaky breath as she felt the tiny metal hooks give way. Letting the lace cups fall open, she watched his face tighten. Automatically lifting her hands to shield herself from him, his hands moved to manacle her wrists in a gentle, but inescapable hold.

  “No. You don’t hide your beauty from me, darlin’. Not ever,” he rumbled, his low velvet voice simmering with desire. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” Moving his eyes over her naked breasts, he cupped them both in his hands as he rubbed both her swollen nipples with his thumbs. “Jesus, fuck,” he breathed reverently. Both her tits were the size of a ripe, succulent peaches, the areolas colored in the prettiest shade of dusky rose he’d ever seen, and each topped by flawless berry-sized nipples that begged him to be sucked and plucked. His dick leapt in his jeans, angry and achy as all hell, as her breasts swayed in front of his lips.

  She felt his cock flex and buck through her damp panties as his breath cascaded over her naked breasts. Moaning softly, she felt his thumbs slowly circle her nipples, drawing them into tight, throbbing buds. “Jacob,” she gasped as the warm rasp of his tongue slid over one aching peak.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered, turning his head to lick the curve of her other breast. “You like having my mouth on you.”

  “Mmmm, yeah,” she whimpered while the tip of his tongue drew a circle around one engorged nipple. God, she felt hot… like every vein and capillary in her body was filled with the boiling desire to be taken by this man. “That feels wonderful.”

  “I could make a meal out of these gorgeous peaches,” he whispered, pressing tiny kisses against her breasts. “Should I do that, baby? Should I take these ripe little nipples in my mouth and suck?”

  “God, yes!” She was ready to beg if that’s what it took. She needn’t have worried, though. He wanted what she was offering as much as she wanted him to take it, and a moment later the warm heat of his mouth engulfed her breast. Her core tightened as his lips tugged at her nipple, clenching and releasing in time to the pulls his mouth took. Squirming against him, she felt his dick grow harder beneath her. Burying her fingers in his hair as the tingles within her pussy intensified, she groaned as he released one breast only to move to the other.

  “Fuck, baby,” Jacob growled, feeling her wet heat through his jeans. “You’re hotter than hell. Just the way I knew you would be. Feel what you do to me, Harmony,” he ordered harshly before capturing her small hand and pulling it against the hard bulge of his cock as he gently bit the firm flesh of her nipple. He heard Harmony’s gasp when her palm came into contact with his denim-shrouded hard-on. “That’s what you do to me, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “That’s how hard you make me by bein’ you. That’s all because of you.”

  Startled eyes met his as her lips parted in shock. “Jake,” Harmony whispered tremulously as her body rioted for more of his touch. It was a clamoring yearning, starting in her toes and climbing her body like a spreading wildfire. She craved his kiss and yearned for the caressing stroke of his knowing hands.

  Lifting one hand he cupped her face, stroking his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “Now, I’m gonna tell you what I want,” he informed her quietly, watching her face for any sign of hesitance. “You can say no, but I want you to do what your heart wants, not your mind, okay? First, though, I want you to answer me one question, alright?”

  Nodding slowly, she waited for him to continue.

  “Tell me, when was the last time a man took the time to make you feel g
ood, sweetheart?”

  Staring up into Jacob Stone’s harsh, handsome face, Harmony bit her lip. “Do you really need to know that, Jake?”

  “I really do, Harmony,” he answered firmly, holding her eyes hostage with his.

  “Tanner. And I’m really not sure anything he did ever felt good. It was just all I ever knew,” she whispered reluctantly, the name tasting bitter on her lips. Especially when this man was making her remember how wonderful being touched and stroked could be.

  “That’s kinda what I figured,” he acknowledged softly, pressing a gentle kiss against her rounded shoulder. God, this woman was gonna be his undoing, knowing she’d been untouched for so long. She set off every single primal urge he had, and one day, he’d take her hard and fast and give the beast that lived inside him what he craved. For now, though, he needed to proceed with caution. “Alright, darlin’, I’m gonna tell you what I wanna do then. Right now, I wanna strip you out of the rest of this pretty dress, lay you back on this couch, and love on you. I wanna make you remember how good bein’ a woman can feel when you’re with the right man. I wanna take my time and worship these beautiful, swollen breasts. I wanna pull those drenched panties down your long legs and lick your pussy until I know I’ll have the taste of your cream in my mouth for the next month. I wanna feel this gorgeous fuckin’ body gettin’ off on my touch as many times as I can take you there with my hands and my mouth, baby. Now, the only question is, are you gonna let me have what I want?” he asked as his hands took her hips and twisted her, bringing her back flat against the couch and pinning her with the warm wonderful heat of his body.

  Chapter Fifteen

  A low cry escaped Harmony’s mouth as Jacob suddenly changed their position, and her hands flew up to grip his shoulders as he settled his hips between her splayed legs. “Jacob!” she admonished, giggling as he wriggled his eyebrows.

  “As much as I like hearin’ my name on your lips, it doesn’t answer the question I asked, baby. You gonna let me play tonight?” he asked, dropping his head to tease her milky throat with his lips.

  Shifting underneath him as his tongue traced the line of her collar bone, Harmony’s shoulder bumped the purse she’d dropped earlier at the edge of the couch, sending it sailing over the edge of the cushion with a clatter. Catching her breath as she watched the contents spill across the colorful woven rug on the floor, she groaned.

  Jacob’s followed her horrified gaze and laughed deeply as he saw what she was staring at. “Well, Miss McKinnon. Was somebody a Girl Scout?” he asked, reaching out one long arm to pick up one of the dozens of condoms littering the floor. “I’ve heard of being prepared, but that’s all a little extreme, isn’t it?”

  A deep red blush spread across Harmony’s face as she struggled to get out from underneath Jacob’s body. “I swear, that isn’t what it looks like, Jake!” she half shouted, scrambling to reach the plethora of rubbers spread out on the rug.

  “Really?” he chuckled, snagging the pretty pair of dainty pink lace panties from the rug. “Because I’d really like to see that gorgeous ass of yours in these,” he commented as he dangled them above her nose.

  Snatching the underwear from his hands, she groaned. “Stop laughing. Faith and Patience put all those in my purse. They were makin’ a joke.”

  Spying a plastic baggy that had fallen underneath the coffee table, he rolled slightly off her to reach for it. Jaw dropping as he recognized the little blue pill inside the bag, he turned blazing eyes back to Harmony. “And this?” he asked incredulously.

  Grabbing the sack away from him, she shook her head quickly and bit her lip as her own laughter bubbled up in her throat.

  “You thought I’d need Viagra?” he asked as his masculine pride smarted. Rolling his hips and pushing his erection against the juncture of her thighs, he narrowed his gaze. “Does that feel like I need Viagra to you?”

  “It was Aunt Orla’s contribution to the evening,” Harmony choked. “She was worried about the few years you had on me.”

  Scowling, Jacob glared at her. “Trust me, baby, when I get inside you, you won’t notice those years at all,” he promised silkily.

  Sliding a hand down the side of his affronted face, Harmony smiled and lifted her head to whisper in his ear. “I swear, I haven’t noticed them so far. You’ve been keeping me distracted by far bigger things.”

  “Damn straight,” he muttered, appeased by her remark as he dropped a lingering kiss against the top of one perfectly formed breast. Lifting his head, he smirked at her. Reaching for the plain brown bag he’d dropped on the coffee table when they’d arrived earlier, he held it in front of her face. “I will say that your baby sister shocked the hell out of me tonight when she gave me this.”

  Taking the sack from his hand, Harmony looked inside and gasped. “Honor gave you this?” she asked in a high pitched squeak, unable to tear her eyes away from the supersized box of Trojan condoms. “My sweet, shy baby sister, Honor?”

  Nodding solemnly, Jake fought his grin. “That, and a stern reminder that she was out of bedrooms at your house. As she put it, the inn was all filled up. At least she thought my equipment would demand the extra-large variety,” he grumbled. “I hope she shares that with your Aunt Orla!”

  Covering her face with one hand, Harmony fell back against the throw pillow behind her head and groaned as she dropped the bag to the floor beside them. “God save me from my sisters… the condom queens of Paradise County.”

  “Don’t forget the sex pill pusher,” Jake added with a deep chuckle. “I’ll give your aunt credit. I’m gratified to know that the geriatric crowd still has game,” he growled against her neck, muffling his laughter.

  She couldn’t help giggling with him. Her family, while well meaning, were definitely crazy as loons. She was just thankful that they could laugh about it. Catching her breath as he lifted his head to stare down at her, she smiled.

  Jake touched her mouth lightly with his index finger, tracing her lips. “I love that smile, darlin’. Most beautiful thing in the world, that smile.”

  Blinking slowly, Harmony felt her insides warm under the glow of his praise. She felt beautiful when he looked at her the way he was now. “Thank you,” she whispered softly.

  “Darlin’, all condom jokes aside, I still want to love on you tonight. Let me carry you into the bedroom and show you how good it can be between us. We’ll leave the condoms out here. As much as I wanna bury myself in your sweet body, you’re not ready for that yet. But, that doesn’t mean that I can’t make sure we’re both well satisfied. There are a lot of ways I can bring us both some sweet relief,” he suggested between soft, passionate kisses. “Let me use my tongue and my hands to ease this ache we both have,” he whispered, dipping his head to pull her nipple between his lips and suckle.

  “Ahhh,” Harmony moaned, her back arching of the sofa as his tongue flickered across her nipples. Biting her lip as his hand moved between them to stroke between her thighs, she bit back a scream of delight.

  “Fuckin’ soaked,” he growled his approval, brushing the wet satin of her panties with his knuckle. “God, baby, you’re killin’ me. Tell me I can have you. Tell me that I can have all this slippery sweet cream,” he urged deeply in her ear as his knuckle dragged up and down against her folds.

  It was a point of no return, and Harmony knew it. She was simply beyond caring. His mouth and hands were doing wickedly hot things to her body… things that felt naughty and wild. Things she’d never felt before. Her pussy screamed for her to let go and let Jacob take control of the situation. Lifting her hips to press against her hand, she moaned when Jake’s teeth scraped her neck.

  “What’s it gonna be, Sweetness?” Jake asked, nipping the shell of her ear. “You gonna let me put out that fire burning inside you? You ready to take a chance on me?”

  Swallowing down the lump of panic rising in her throat before she allowed it to damage the moment, Harmony nodded. She wanted this…whatever this was between them. It felt go
od, but even more surprising, it felt natural.

  “Say the words,” he demanded in that deep velvety voice that sent shivers of excitement racing down her spine.

  “The words?” she echoed breathlessly, her eyes glued to his firm lips…the sane lips that had already delivered her more pleasure in an hour than she’d ever had in her life so far.

  “Yeah, baby, I need to hear the words. Tell me that you want this. I need to hear you say it so that there’s not any misunderstanding between us later.”

  Oh, God. It was three words that he wanted from her. Three simple words. A simple affirmation that this was her desire…her will at work. Saying them meant that this…whatever this was between them… was her decision, given freely without coercion. Of course, she knew these words would change her life. Of that, she had no doubt. Possession burned behind Jacob’s dark, fierce eyes and if she consented…if she agreed, life as she knew it was bound to change forever. She couldn’t pretend otherwise. An idiot could look at Jacob Stone and see he radiated danger. Staring in his darkened eyes as he hovered above her as he took his weight on his elbows so that he didn’t crush her, she sensed that she’d always be safe with him. It was everybody else that needed to be wary. He made her feel protected.

  “No risk, no reward, Harmony,” Jacob whispered, moving his lips over her cheek. “Take a chance, baby.”

  “One chance, Jake. That’s all I’ve got in me. You blow it and….”

  His eyes flashed as she spoke. “I’m not going to ever deliberately hurt you, Harmony.”