Her knee jumped at the contact, making him chuckle.
“Your skin is so soft.” He kept his voice pitched low as he stroked her, innocent touches above her knee though she knew his intentions were anything but innocent. Staring straight ahead, he kept his gaze locked on the road, turning with ease onto the ramp that led to the freeway.
As he merged onto the interstate he continued to touch her, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, his fingers tickling her skin. She grabbed his wrist, stopping his ascent and he sent her a questioning look.
“You’re driving,” she explained, ignoring the breathless quality of her voice. “Maybe we should wait.” She didn’t want to wait. She was just being…prudent.
His hand slid up farther, despite her hold on his wrist. It was almost as if she was guiding him to the very heart of her. Which maybe—unconsciously—she was. “Just seeing if you have any panties on under there.”
“Of course I have panties on.” She was shocked at his statement, at the bold move he made. Shocked and aroused because wouldn’t it be fun to wear a dress with no panties on and let him discover on his own when his hands dived beneath her skirt?
She shivered at the delicious thought.
“Hmm, I’m not surprised. Cotton or lace? Or maybe satin?”
His questions as he continued to drive drove her a little crazy. He behaved as if nothing unusual was happening. “Cotton and lace.”
A ragged sigh escaped him and his fingers tickled at the front of her mound. She immediately spread her legs to give him better access. “There’s a good girl,” he encouraged, his hand cupping her fully now.
Her fingers still clasped about his strong wrist, she tugged up, pressing him against her, indicating what she wanted. A low growl of approval sounded from deep within him as he followed her lead. He stroked the front of her drenched panties, his middle finger pressing hard at her clit. Her lids slid closed, and she leaned her head back against the edge of the seat, her entire being focused on that singular spot where he touched her.
As he drove. On the busy freeway in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. It was sinful, what he was doing to her.
And she didn’t want him to stop.
Her skin tingled as his fingers brushed back and forth. Her clit swelled and throbbed, eager for more. She stroked the inside of his wrist with her thumb, wanting him to know that she enjoyed his touch and then his fingers were fumbling with the waistband of her panties. Diving beneath the thin cotton fabric so he could touch her pussy.
“God,” she groaned when his fingers made contact, tangling in her delicate pubic hair.
“So hot,” he whispered, and her eyes opened quickly to find his gaze still locked on the road. “I bet you’re close, aren’t you?”
Mia whimpered and closed her eyes once more, too overcome to speak. He brushed against her clit with his thumb, his fingers sliding between her wet folds and her legs fell open even more, her knee bumping into his.
“Stay just like that, babe,” he encouraged, his pace increasing, a single finger circling about her clit. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
She liked his promises. Because she knew he meant to keep them. Her entire body was wound tight, her clit a hard, throbbing little mass of flesh, and she jerked and strained against his touch. The slick sounds of his fingers moving inside her wet pussy filled the cab of the truck, and she opened her eyes. Grabbed at the fabric of her skirt and lifted it to her waist so she could watch him touch her.
And what an arousing sight it was, his big hand moving beneath the scant pale pink fabric of her panties. He ground his palm against her, slid a finger deep inside her sheath and she cried out at the sensation.
“Like that?” he asked, looking for encouragement from her and she nodded quickly with a murmured yes, her grip on him tightening. He moved faster, played with her clit and she closed her eyes again, too lost to his touch.
It bore down on her, her orgasm. Hurtling toward her much like the truck hurtled down the freeway. The sound of cars passing by, the knowledge that anyone could see them if they just looked closely enough, it was too much for her to handle.
She came with a long, breathless cry, her entire body shaking beneath his hand, her belly clenching with the climax. And still he continued to touch her, his strokes gentling, his fingers rubbing against her pussy until her fingers went lax about his wrist.
Jake removed his hand, rested it on the steering wheel and she slumped next to him. Trying to catch her breath, calm her reeling head. Her entire body felt on fire, excited for more when normally an orgasm wiped her out, made her relaxed.
“You are a complete surprise,” he finally said after he gave her a few minutes to recover.
Readjusting her panties, she pushed the skirt of her dress down, smoothed it over her legs. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t believe you let me get you off while I’m driving.” He flashed her a naughty smile. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time, and I didn’t even get to enjoy it fully.”
“Oh.” She pressed her lips together, a little bit embarrassed. Maybe she shouldn’t have let him do that. But it had felt so damn good, his skilled fingers teasing her clit…
She got hot and bothered just thinking about it.
“You probably think—”
“That you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with? Yeah, that’s exactly what I think,” he said, cutting her off. Making her feel like the most desired woman in the world.
“You know just what to say to make me feel good,” she said with a tiny smile.
He laughed and took the freeway exit that would take them to her apartment. “I’ve never been told that before.”
“Well, it’s true.” She rested her hand on his solid thigh, marveling at the firm muscle beneath her palm. “God, you’re hard.”
“Move your hand up a few inches and you’ll discover just how hard,” he said, amusement lacing his voice.
Her cheeks heated with embarrassment. She hadn’t realized she said that out loud. “You’re really muscular is what I meant.”
“I’m out of shape. Months in rehabilitation will do that to a person.”
“Then I don’t know if I’d be able to stand it, seeing you in top physical condition.”
He leered at her. “Oh yeah, baby. I’m a sight to see.”
She laughed. He was fun. Not very serious, awfully sweet and very good with his hands.
This was proving to be a most serendipitous relationship.
Jake followed Mia into her apartment, shutting the door for her and wrenching the lock home. He watched with unrestrained lust as she bent over to set her purse on the end table next to the couch. The swish of her hips, her pretty ass before him, his for the taking.
Damn, he still couldn’t believe she let him touch her like that in his truck. How responsive she’d been, how wet. His cock still throbbed at the memory, and he brought his hand up to his face, breathed deep her lingering feminine scent. She was lucky he hadn’t attacked her like some sort of caveman the second they got into her place.
He could still do it. Grab her about the waist and haul her close. Grind himself against her backside, let her feel exactly what she did to him.
So he did. He rushed up on her, hands locked about her slender waist and pulling her close. She gasped, her head turning to the side so she could look at him, but he tilted his head to hers. His mouth rested dangerously close to her delicate ear. Close enough to bite.
“I want you,” he whispered just before he nibbled her lobe.
She shivered in his arms, her body tense but not because she was nervous. Oh no, the sexual awareness that shimmered between them was too hard to ignore. He knew he couldn’t resist it. Resting her arms over his, her fingers caressed his forearms and made his skin tingle. “I want you too.”
His eyes slid closed for the briefest moment as he savored the feel of her in his arms. Her ass nestled perfectly against his cock, her bare b
ack rubbed against his front and her entire body relaxed in his embrace. As if she trusted him. Gave herself over to him.
That meant more to him than she’d ever know.
“You’re like a present for a special day.” His hand went for the tie at the back of her neck. Played with the ends of the fabric that rested against her back. “And I can’t wait to unwrap you.”
Mia bent her head forward, giving him better access. “Then please do. You know, I imagined this earlier.”
His hands paused, fingers hovered just above her skin. “You did?”
She nodded, her head still down. “I think I wore the dress for you.”
“Well, I appreciate the gesture, sweetheart.” With one flick of his wrist he tugged, undoing the knot, drawing the length of fabric out. It unfurled with ease, came completely undone and he pushed at the ends. Both of them went forward, over the front of her and the dress fell to her waist. “Turn around. I want to see you.”
Doing as he asked, she whirled around, no embarrassment in her expression. Pride surged through him at seeing her stand there, on complete display for his perusal. Her breasts were small with firm nipples, berry red and rock hard. She was beautiful. A swift wave of possession washed over him and he knew he wanted her.
All for himself. For however long he could keep her.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, reaching for her. He cupped one breast, her skin pale and creamy against his tanned fingers. A shuddering breath escaped her and she gently thrust herself into his touch, her eyes sliding closed.
Leaning in, he blew a hot breath across her chest. Watched as goose bumps formed on her skin. Her nipples hardened even more, beckoning him and he couldn’t resist. Licked first one, then the other, bathing them with his tongue, he wanted to leave her wet and aching. Much as he ached for her.
A soft moan escaped her as she reached for him, her hands sinking into his hair and tugging him closer. He went willingly, his mouth still on her skin, tongue still licking her nipple. Around and around he circled, drawing the tight, little bud into his mouth and sucking with all his might. Her hands tightened in his hair to the point of pain, but he kept on. His hands locked about her slender waist, pushing on the fabric that had gathered there.
Jake wanted the dress off her. Now.
“Wait.” She said the word on a gasp, and he pulled away from her. Her eyes glittered, and her cheeks were flushed. She reached for him as if she couldn’t resist, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “Maybe we should…take this to the bedroom.”
“All right.” He barely got the words out, and she already had him by the hand, practically dragging him back to her room. He went willingly. Hell, he’d follow her wherever she took him as long as he got to see her naked.
Yeah, he was so thinking with his dick again. Sometimes that had gotten him into trouble in his past. But right now? He didn’t think this was going to end badly.
If he was lucky, this might just turn into something…permanent.
The second Mia got him into her room it was as if she turned on a switch. From the mild-mannered, polite woman he’d come to know, to some sort of wanton sex vixen intent on stripping off his clothes. She yanked and pulled, breathy little sounds coming from her when she nudged close to him to pull his shirt up over his head. Her bare breasts brushed against his chest, making him groan in exquisite agony, and she did it again. Hard, little nipples rubbing against him, the soft mounds of her breasts dragging across his stomach.
Absolute torture.
“You’re a tease.” He grabbed her by her slender wrists, stopping her movements and she gazed up at him, a dumbfounded expression on her face. As if maybe he didn’t like what she was doing.
Fat chance, that one. If she rubbed herself against him again he just might come in his pants.
“I— Is that a bad thing?” Her eyes were wide, fathomless blue.
He smiled slowly, his thumbs sweeping across the inside of her wrists. He felt her pulse there, frantic and furious. Much like his own rapidly beating heart. “Don’t get me wrong, I like it. But it’s been so long you might get me a little too…excited.”
Damn, he shouldn’t have admitted that. Wincing, he took note of her expression. How it changed from worried to sultry in about two seconds flat.
“I don’t want to excite you too much,” she practically purred, her hands circling about him so that they stroked up and down his back.
His eyes slid closed for the briefest moment, and he allowed his hands to wander, reaching up to cup her small breasts. They were the perfect fit for his palms. “No, you don’t. Trust me on that.”
Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues tangled in an erotic dance. Hands wandered over each other’s bodies, tugging at the remaining clothing, removing the thin barriers until it became skin on skin. Jake slid his hands down Mia’s sides, over her hips, then back up so he cupped her breasts once again. She tore her mouth from his to moan, arching into his touch.
Unable to stop himself he bent over her, tonguing first one nipple, then the other. Licking and nipping, he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, savoring her sweet taste. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling him away and then pushing him closer. He couldn’t help but smile against her skin.
“The bed,” she murmured as she squirmed against him. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
Without a word he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and he groaned. The sensation of her hot, wet pussy brushing against his stomach would be his absolute undoing.
He was damn lucky his knees didn’t give out. Hell, his back. He felt the twinge, the one that reminded him that hey, you broke your back not too long ago. He really needed to watch it.
But it was his dick that was doing the talking, and it didn’t want to be ignored. Besides, Mia didn’t weigh that much. In fact, she was pretty light.
It was probably in his best interest to drop her on the bed and quick.
He did so, letting her fall onto the mattress. She did a little bounce and propped herself upon the pillows. Naked and gorgeous, with the late afternoon sun gilding her skin gold, he stood at the foot of the bed, staring. Speechless. Most likely with his mouth hanging open like some sort of damn fool.
Her delicate hands rested on her stomach, long, elegant fingers tracing light circles upon her flesh as she contemplated him. He watched those fingers as if mesmerized, enjoying the simple way she touched herself.
Imagining Mia touching herself in other places…like between her legs. Those pretty fingers pleasuring herself while he watched.
His mouth went as dry as the Sahara at the mere thought.
“Are you going to join me? Or are you just going to stand there and watch?” Her brows lifted, mouth pursed in a sexy little pout. He marveled at the difference in her, wondered if she was always this way when it came to sex.
A sudden wave of jealousy smacked him and he emitted a growl of possession. The mere thought of Mia being with another man made him want to punch his fist into the wall.
“I’m having fun watching,” he said, wondering at her reaction. Would she run with it and put on a show? Or give in to those inhibitions that she so readily displayed earlier and demand he join her?
Though he had to admit she hadn’t been very inhibited earlier when he finger fucked her in his truck. His cock gave a little jerk at the memory.
“I must admit it, I have a nice view as well,” she teased, her gaze taking a slow perusal from the top of his head down. Settling right at his groin, her eyes widened with what he hoped was appreciation at the sight of his erect cock.
“You have a beautiful body,” he murmured, disappointed when her legs clamped together and drew up, bent at the knees.
“My breasts are too small,” she blurted, then immediately looked contrite. Her hands even rose as if to cover them.
“No, they’re not. They’re—perfect.” He paused, her hands hovering just above her chest and he gave
her a slight nod. “Touch yourself.”
“What?” Her eyes widened, hands still hovering and he gave a little jerk of his head.
“Touch yourself. Touch your breasts. I want to watch you,” he urged, his voice low, dark.
Would she take the dare? Or would she chicken out?
Jake waited anxiously for her next move.
Chapter Five
Mia studied him as her mouth curved into a frown. He really wanted her to touch herself? And watch? As if she’d ever done anything like that before.
The answer to that, of course, would be a big fat no.
Jake appeared as if he wasn’t about to back down from his request. He stood at the foot of her bed magnificently naked and not too shy with it either. His body was gorgeous, so large and muscular. She caught sight of a variety of scars, many old, some fresh and she wondered if the newer ones came from his accident.
How she wished he were closer so she could touch him. Caress his old wounds and whisper in his ear that she would make it all better. He needed someone to take care of him. A woman that didn’t make a big deal what happened to him but still knew how to meet his needs.
She wanted to be that woman. A startling revelation but the absolute truth.
“You want me to touch my breasts.” It wasn’t spoken as a question. Her hands settled upon her skin, tentative as they curved around her small breasts. And they were small. She’d had more than one guy express his disappointment at her breast size, especially when she wore the push-up or padded bras. Bras she didn’t bother with anymore because who wanted to see all of that disappointment?
“Yeah, I do,” he growled, his voice pitched so low she barely heard him. The look on his face was downright primal. His brows lowered, jaw tense, eyes sparkling with uncontained excitement.
It was sexy…the way he looked at her. Made her feel powerful.
Mia slid her hands up and over her breasts, drawing her index fingers and her thumbs together so that she could tug on both of her already hard nipples. He moaned, and her skin tingled, the little nubs rock hard and aching for more.
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