Breaking free from her lips, I dusted kisses along her jawline and nipped at her earlobe. I savored the feel of her skin prickling with goose bumps under my lips as I trailed kisses over the downy skin of her neck, pausing at the wild beat of her pulse.
I tugged her closer, and she rose up on her knees and straddled me. She let out a ragged gasp when she settled over my hips with my arousal resting at the apex of her thighs. Just like last night, she was wearing a skirt, which rode up along her thighs.
I could feel the damp heat of her through the denim of my jeans. I loosened my hand caught in her hair and leaned back, looking at her in the silvery darkness. Having been in darkness for over an hour now, my eyes had adjusted well. Her hair fell in a tousle around her shoulders. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her breath as her taut nipples pressed through the thin cotton of her blouse against my chest.
I wanted to rush, to tear her clothes off and feel every glorious inch of her against me. That pressing need, coiling tightly inside, battled with the desire to not miss a second of this, to unwrap her slowly like a present. Because I didn’t know if I could bear more than one night with her. As it was, she threatened the foundation of my control, rattled me to my core, and made me want far more than I ever thought I would want.
Cynic, workaholic, a man who couldn’t even be bothered to take advantage of the benefits of being wealthy—that’s how most people who knew me described me. Except for my sister. Who I loved dearly and who was dead.
Ellie sliced right through that. My fierce need for her was like a river thawing after winter and running down a mountainside—its force undeterred, recklessly moving forward, breaking through ice and tossing everything in its path out of the way.
I didn’t want to dwell on it. All I wanted was Ellie and to lose myself in her for this single, stolen night.
I slid a hand up her spine, levering her toward me and capturing her lips with mine again. She was so fucking responsive, her tongue darting out and tangling with mine. I loved how there was absolutely no artifice to her. Even when she was abandoning herself to pure lust, she still had that wholesome quality, making her so damn sexy I could hardly bear it.
I was under no illusions that she was innocent, like a virgin or some such nonsense. But the authenticity of the desire was laid bare between us and the way she threw herself into it was intoxicating. I wanted to eat her up, to taste every inch of her.
Her hips shifted over the hard ridge of my arousal, and I broke free from our kiss with a low growl, murmuring, “Slow down, sweetheart.”
Ellie giggled and the sound itself was an arrow straight to my heart. Damn. This woman could make me lose my mind.
“Why?” she asked, a hint of her giggle still in her tone.
“Because this is too good,” I said, my honesty shocking me. “You’re delicious, and I want to make sure I taste every bite.”
At that, I leaned forward, lightly grazing one of her nipples with my teeth. She gasped, the sound driving me crazy. I closed my lips over the taut peak, straight through the thin cotton of her blouse and bra. She arched, and another gasp escaped as her fingers speared into my hair.
I needed to feel more of her, so I drew away, swiftly unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it back off her shoulders. She shook her arms slightly, the motion rippling her body and making me acutely aware of the hard, insistent throb of my cock.
I pressed my palm in the center of her chest, feeling the rapid fire of her heartbeat. Her skin was warm. I brushed my thumb over a nipple, and it puckered tighter. Shifting, I flicked the clasp between her breasts, and they tumbled free from her bra.
She let out a ragged whimper when I cupped one plump breast in my palm. Dear God. The sounds she made drove me crazy.
Normally, I was a quiet man when it came to passion. With Ellie, I found myself unable to hold back, murmuring dirty words and teasing comments against her skin.
Dipping my head, I caught her other nipple in my teeth, laving and circling it with my tongue, murmuring against her skin as she cried out. “You feel so fucking good.” When I nipped gently, her hips rocked over my cock, and I let out a growl of satisfaction against her skin.
I was typically measured and orchestrated when it came to sex. Although I didn’t doubt my ability to make sure Ellie was satisfied, nothing was calculated.
Ellie’s skirt had ridden up around her hips, and I slid my palms along her thighs, my thumbs skimming lightly over the soft sensitive skin at the crease of her hip and thigh. Her hair tickled along my shoulders when she dipped her head, nipping at my neck and sending a hot streak of need through me.
Every touch was electric. The air around us felt heavy, weighted with the desire burgeoning between us. I shifted her back slightly on my lap, cupping my palm over her mound and feeling the damp heat of her through the thin silk.
When I exerted light pressure over her clit with the pad of my thumb, she gasped, “Jacob, I need…” Her words were lost in a groan when I teased with a little more pressure.
“Tell me what you need,” I said, watching her in the shadows.
Her hips rocked into my touch, her breasts brushing against my chest. I suddenly felt as if I had way too many clothes on. The tease of her hard nipples through the cotton was like streaks of fire along my skin.
“More,” she gasped when I pressed a little harder.
I deftly hooked a finger over the edge of her panties, pushing them out of the way and groaning when my fingers encountered her drenched folds. She was soaked, slick with arousal.
I stroked through her folds, sinking two fingers into her channel, my cock hardening at the feel of her core rippling around my fingers.
“I need to taste you,” I murmured.
I felt more than saw Ellie’s eyes widen. Although the darkness surrounding us made everything feel more intense, in some ways, for just a minute, I wished I could see the blush I knew was staining her skin.
Her breath hissed through her teeth as I teased my thumb over her swollen clit. Drawing my fingers away from the heaven of her pussy, I watched her through half-lidded eyes as I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked the tang of her arousal off my fingers.
She tasted salty and sweet, an elixir to my system. The taste of her galvanized me. The moment my hand fell away, I was catching her lips with mine, sharing the taste with her as I dove into her mouth again, suddenly restless and rushed.
This kiss was almost frantic, and then I broke free, lifting her as I stood. Our clothes came off in a rush. I wasn’t usually rough, but I knew I was with her just now, yanking at her skirt and shoving her panties down.
Her hands were as eager as mine, tugging at my buttons and shoving my shirt off my shoulders. She fumbled with my belt, and I nearly tore it apart, pushing my jeans down and kicking them free.
Then, Ellie was against me, her skin silky. I pulled her into my lap again as we tumbled back onto the couch.
Kissing her was like falling into a fire—her mouth warm, her tongue teasing against mine. All of her was soft. I wanted everything all at once, but more than anything, I was driven to be inside of her.
When she straddled me, with her slick folds sliding over my cock, my control almost snapped. Fumbling, I yanked my jeans off the floor where they had fallen by the couch. My wallet conveniently shook loose. In a moment, I had a condom out and was rolling it on, almost losing it when Ellie muttered, “Hurry, please…”
Her hips rose up, and she reached between us. I clung to my control, tightening my grip and savoring the soft give of her flesh under my fingers on her hips. “Wait,” I said.
I felt her eyes flick to mine in the darkness. “I want to feel every inch of you,” I murmured. I dragged the head of my cock through her folds.
When she cried out, I eased into her, controlling her descent as she sank over me, sheathing me in her core. The walls of her slick channel took me in inch by inch, just as I wanted. The fusion of our joining was so intoxicating, I almost came instantly whe
n she finally got too impatient and sank down abruptly at the end, taking all of me into her.
Her breath was coming in sharp little pants while I could hardly catch mine. I eased my grip on her hips and slid a palm up her spine, levering her forward slightly. Her breasts brushed against my chest, the pointed pressure of her nipples sending hot jolts over my skin. “Kiss me,” I said, my request a gruff command.
Ellie didn’t hesitate, closing the inches between us, her swollen lips brushing across mine, and her tongue darting out and swiping across my lips. She dove in as she lifted her hips to sink down onto me again.
My usual control dissolved in the heat of the moment. With every rock of her hips, I arched up into her, lost in the madness she had wrought within, my release already threatening to rush through me.
CHAPTER 9
Ellie
Jacob filled me, every long, hard inch of him. The stretch of it was decadent and intoxicating. I felt as if I were spinning, the current tossing me every which way.
Hot, flushed straight through, almost disintegrating in the force of desire pulsing within me, I could barely catch my breath and my pulse was running wild.
This experience with Jacob had almost instantly shown me how out of depth I was with him. Oh, I was no innocent. Yet, I was brutally aware of just how short my last sexual experiences had fallen.
Jacob had ruined me forever.
His touch, so skillful, so strong and sure. He drew me to the edge of release again and again and again. And now, with his words echoing in my mind—kiss me—all I could do was comply. One of his hands gripped my hip strongly, controlling the pace as he fucked me into oblivion.
He kissed like no man had ever kissed me—his tongue sweeping in, laying claim to my mouth. His kiss was a mix of rough and hard, soft and gentle. I was moaning into his mouth as his cock filled me and stretched me, over and over and over again. I broke away with a gasp because I needed to breathe. I could feel the heat of his gaze. I was burning up inside.
The fusion of our bodies was slick and wet and tight. Pressure gathered inside of me, spinning and spinning, until he reached between us. With nothing more than a brush of his thumb over my clit, pleasure burst through me, unraveling with such force I nearly blacked out. My release was so intense it almost hurt.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Give me just a little more.”
He pressed the pad of his thumb against me, and another burst a pleasure scattered through me. I finally felt him let go too, his cock pulsing inside of me.
I collapsed against him, limp in his arms.
In that quiet, dark room, we were wrecked, spent from the intensity that passed between us. I lay collapsed against him, my breath gradually slowing along with the thud of his heartbeat against my ear.
Aside from how absolutely decadent that felt, I was rather stunned. Jacob read my body and responses in a way no man ever had.
I had no sense of time. With the current situation with the blackout, I felt even more disoriented than I usually would. Not that there was anything usual about this.
After a few moments, with nothing but the sound of our breathing in the quiet room, I slowly lifted my head from where it had fallen. I felt more than saw Jacob open his eyes from where his head was resting on the couch. He brushed my tangled hair away from my forehead.
The gesture felt strangely intimate and made my heart lurch. Part of me thought I should feel uncomfortable. Yet, I didn’t. As out of place and as out of my own element as this could be, I somehow felt completely comfortable with Jacob. The desire between us was so raw and so pure, my defenses fell away.
“Well,” I began, having no idea what else to say.
I saw the hint of his smile in the shadows and felt his low chuckle rumble through his body. “‘Well’ isn’t quite the word for that. Amazing is more like it.”
I blushed. I couldn’t help it. Not that it mattered because he couldn’t see it. A little thrill spun through me, a little hum of joy at his words. I was well over Wayne, but the dents he put in my self-confidence, especially around sex, were still there.
I smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to Jacob’s lips. He slid his hand up my back, cupping my nape and turning it into more than a kiss. I swear, I could’ve gone another round right then.
He pulled back, his head falling against the couch. “Ellie McNamara. You’ve ruined me,” he said, the gruff sound of his voice striking at my core, playing my body like it was an instrument.
“Somehow, I doubt that,” I finally managed in reply.
In the darkness, I couldn’t see his expression well, but I sensed a flicker of surprise followed by resolve. “Don’t,” he said flatly.
Jacob shifted, lifting me in his arms as he slid out of me.
“Where are you going?” I asked as he deftly adjusted me with one hand hooked under my knees and the other cupping my bottom.
“We might not have any lights, but we have hot water,” he replied.
“We do?”
“Water doesn’t require power. Because this building is gigantic, I happen to know they’ve got a huge supply. I’m sure we can get a day or two of showers out of it if necessary, although I’m also fairly sure we’ll have power before then.”
We showered in the darkness where he kissed me senseless against the tile wall. His fingers skillfully brought me back to another climax in a matter of minutes once he started to soap my body.
I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this attentiveness from him. After he tugged me into the bedroom, he checked his phone, and we still had no cell reception. We powered off both of our phones, hoping to conserve the batteries for tomorrow.
That’s how I came to fall asleep in Jacob’s arms.
I would’ve thought my mind would keep me awake. But with Jacob’s warm, strong arms wrapped around me, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER 10
Ellie
The silvery light of dawn filtered through the sheer window shades on the back wall of the bedroom. I came awake to feel Jacob’s hands mapping my body, my nipples tightening, and slick heat building between my thighs. A soft whimper escaped when he lazily cupped one of my breasts, brushing his thumb across the hard peak.
The sound from me appeared to be something he’d been waiting for. He shifted, deftly rolling me over. Then, his lips were tracing their way across my body—the graze of his teeth on a nipple, a swirl of his tongue on the other, a hot, damp kiss on my belly, and his hands gliding up my thighs and pushing my knees apart.
Everything felt as if it were in slow motion—a languid, sensual web of desire spinning around me. Jacob’s lips, teeth, tongue, and hands intoxicated me with every touch. He trailed his fingers through my folds as I felt his shoulders press between my thighs, pushing my knees further apart as he murmured soft, dirty words.
“Open for me. Just a little more. I want to taste you because I know how fucking good you taste.”
Then, he was looking up at me, his fingers sinking into my channel. I cried out, the pleasure sharp as it rippled through me. He teased me, exploring every inch of me with his tongue. All the while, his fingers fucked me slowly, pushing a little deeper each time as my channel throbbed around him. He brought me to the edge again and again until I was pleading for relief.
He finally gave it to me, sucking my clit. The pleasure hit me like a shock wave, so fierce I went limp in the aftermath, my body shaking from the intensity of my climax.
He rose up over me, and I heard the telltale tear of foil, and then the slow slide of him inside of me, the delicious stretch. His body felt so good against me—hard and strong as he sank into me again and again. I felt my next climax coming in a rush as he pressed over my clit with a deep thrust. My name came in a rough shout as he went rigid before his release whipped through his body.
The moment he fell against me, he rolled us over, so I was laying on top of him.
I rose up on an elbow, looking at him in the wispy light.
Jacob opened his eyes, the rich green almost startling in its brightness.
We stared at each other, the moment quiet. With everything occurring last night in the darkness, it was strange to be able to see him a little more clearly now.
His gaze was contemplative. “Good morning, Ellie,” he finally said, a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth.
I felt my own smile in return. “Good morning.”
His fingers sifted through the ends of my hair where it fell halfway down my back, the touch soothing. After a moment, he said, “I wonder if we have power yet.”
He reached over with his free hand to test the lamp sitting on a table beside the bed. The switch clicked, the sound loud in the quiet room.
“This is weird,” I said.
Last night, after the initial anxiety, I had entirely lost myself in Jacob, quite effectively blocking out any fears about the blackout. Now, even though he had once again made me forget everything else in the world, reality intruded, and it was rather unsettling.
Jacob’s hand slid out of my hair and down my back in a smooth stroke. “Don’t worry just yet. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Let’s shower and scrounge up something to eat here. I’ll consider whether we should sit tight, or if I should venture out.”
“Just you?”
His eyes met mine, his gaze somber. “You can come with me,” he finally said. “It’s just, I don’t know what’s going on.”
“I’d rather stay with you, whether you go somewhere, or stay here.”
He leaned up, pressing his lips firmly to mine. “Then, whatever we do, we do together.”
At that, I rose up, and we untangled ourselves. We kept our shower brief. Afterward, we each checked our phones, just long enough to confirm there was still no cell reception. With no power, all the Wi-Fi was out, so there was no way for us to know what was going on outside where we were, and if this blackout extended beyond downtown Las Vegas.
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