Because I know it’s been a tough day for her. I don’t want to take advantage of that. Jake Ryland has never taken advantage of a woman, and I’m sure as hell not going to start now.
I shift back in my seat, adjusting uncomfortably around a huge hard-on that’s probably not going to go away as long as I’m sitting next to Rinn. “You want another glass of wine?” I ask her, grabbing my now-empty beer bottle.
Wordlessly, she nods, and I grab her glass and head out to the kitchen, making myself count backwards from one-hundred by twelves to ease the ache in my groin. When I get back outside, Rinn has stood up from the couch and wandered to the other side of the patio. I hand her her glass. She thanks me, blushing, and takes a gulp.
“”Jake,” she begins. “What happened just now…”
“Look,” I say. “It happened. There’s no need to try to analyze it. We’re adults. And besides.” I flash her a grin. “It was pretty good, right?”
I’m hoping to defuse things, and it seems to work. Her face flushes with heat, and she looks down with an embarrassed smile. “Yes. It was very good.”
“Then we’re fine.” I clink my bottle against her glass and take a swig of beer. As I do, my stomach rumbles. I realize I haven’t had anything to eat since lunch, which means Rinn probably hasn’t either. “You hungry?” I ask her.
She frowns. “Not really. But I probably should eat.” She looks down at her glass, which is already half-empty again. “Oh, gosh, I’d better slow down.”
“Come on. Let’s go inside and see what we can find to eat. If nothing else, we can order a pizza.”
There’s not too much in the refrigerator — Marta, my housekeeper, does my grocery shopping on Mondays — but I manage to find some spaghetti noodles and bottled sauce in a cupboard. There’s some cheese in the fridge I can grate over it, too.
“Here,” I say, holding up the noodles and sauce. “This should do us.”
I put some water on to boil and open the sauce, dumping it out in a pan. Rinn is looking amused. “It’s not very often that a man cooks for me,” she teases.
“This is about the limit of what I can do in the kitchen,” I say. It’s on the tip of my tongue to make a joke about who I can do in the kitchen, but I don’t want to freak her out. As I watch her take a seat on the other side of the center island, I want this to go further — a lot further — but not until she gives it the green light.
While I wait for the water to boil, Rinn wanders back outside. I watch her through the window as she sits down at the edge of the pool, then takes off her sandals and dips her feet in. My dick hardens in my jeans as I imagine myself breaking the surface of the water to come up between her legs, sliding a wet finger up the taut skin of her inner thigh until she shudders and opens them to me.
Shit, I want this to happen. I need this to happen.
And she does, too. I can feel it.
Pretty soon, the spaghetti’s done, and I take two plates out to where she’s still sitting. I roll up the cuffs of my pants and stick my feet in the water, too, and we sit like that as we eat.
“Mmm, that was delicious,” she says eventually as we put our plates down. “Thank you. I guess I was hungrier than I thought.”
“Me, too.” I glance over to see that she’s got a bit of sauce on her lower lip. “You missed a little,” I say, and lean toward her. I licking it off gently, hearing her stop breathing for just a moment. I capture the lip in mine, sucking on it, then let it go, moving down her neck slowly, just barely grazing her skin. I feel her arch toward me.
“Jake,” she gasps.
Her chest is heaving, and I can’t resist. I pull her toward me, my mouth dipping lower as I graze one of her tautening nipples with my thumb. “Oh!” she moans, writhing under my touch as I tease it to hardness. My cock is hard as steel, and I’m dying to lay her down right here and plunge my face between her thighs but I don’t. Not yet.
“Jesus, Rinn,” I mutter as my left hand cups her other breast. I undo one of the buttons of her silky shirt, resisting the urge to pull the whole fucking thing apart, and move the fabric of her bra away until the pink bud of her nipple is exposed. Hungrily, I wrap my lips around it, lapping and sucking it as her moans grow louder, sharper.
“Oh, God!” she mewls, arching her breasts toward me, wanting more. I chuckle deep in my throat and then I’m picking her up, carrying her to one of the long, low couches facing the pool. The couch is easily large enough for the two of us, and I lay her down on it, then move on top of her. I push her skirt up to her thighs, then move my knee between her legs, then slide my aching cock against her mound. Rinn’s body responds instantly, thrusting against my hardness as her lips part with desire.
“Tell me you want this, Rinn,” I growl.
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes.”
I grab my shirt from behind my neck and wrench it off, throwing it aside impatiently. Then, finally, I’m kneeling between her legs, pushing her skirt up and her knees apart as I bend down, finally, to taste her.
For a moment she hesitates. “Jake, wait, someone could see us!”
“Not a chance, babe. We’re all alone. Stop worrying.” I slide my hand up the skin of her thigh, just as I’d fantasized about doing earlier, and she stops talking, her body tensing as she waits for what she knows is coming.
I graze my middle finger against the soaking crotch of her panties and she shudders. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me,” I groan.
Pushing the fabric aside, I bend down and take a long, languorous lick of her, chuckling as she shudders again and cries out. Then I can’t wait one fucking second longer. I take the thin fabric of her panties in both hands and rip them off her body. “I owe you a pair of these,” I growl, and plunge my tongue into her quivering channel.
I lose myself in her sweetness, for a second forgetting everything except how she tastes, how ready she is for me, how close to the edge already. Every moan, every whimper just drives me forward as I suckle and lap at her, feeling like a goddamn king every time she whispers my name.
Marinda’s hips are straining toward my tongue now, so close to cresting that I almost let her come right away. But I’m not done yet. I want to hear her beg. I want to bring her to the edge until she’s half-crazy with need. So I pull back, enjoying her moan of protest, then start to draw lazy circles and swirls around her nub, making sure to stay just millimeters away from the spot that will send her over the edge. She’s practically gushing now, doing everything she can think of to move closer to my tongue. Her thighs are tense, she’s so focused, it’s as if every nerve ending in her body is on edge. Finally, in a strangled voice, she says the words I want to hear: the music to my ears.
“Jake, please! Oh, God, please, let me come!”
I growl low in my throat, the vibrations teasing her pussy. I flatten my tongue and drag it across her swollen clit, then suckle it between my lips to tease her higher and higher.
With a sharp cry, Rinn’s hips buck once, hard, and then she shatters. I continue to lick and lave as her orgasm rips through her, her juices flowing hot and sweet on my tongue. By now I’m past the point of no return, I can’t take it anymore, and as she continues to spasm under me I get up and thrash off my pants, then kneel between her legs again. My cock is so hard, throbbing so hot, that I could finish myself off in two strokes, but that’s not what I have in mind. Instead, I rub the head of my sensitive cock against her soaking core, groaning with pleasure at the sensation. Then I remember.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“What?” she gasps, her eyes finding mine. Her pupils are huge and dark in her emerald-green eyes.
“Condom.”
She points to a chair next to us. “In my purse. A jewelry box.”
I frown and pull it to me, reaching inside. “You keep your condoms in a jewelry box?”
“Long story,” she pants.
I find the box and pull out a string of condoms. Ripping one off, I open the foil wrapper and sheath myself. Positionin
g myself between her legs again, I slide my head just the slightest bit inside her. Rinn’s breathing stops. “Oh…”
She angles her hips to meet me, and I slide in just a little further. She’s tight, her heat enveloping me, already pushing me dangerously close to the brink. I pull out, and then thrust myself inside her completely. Her cry of pleasure makes my cock throb even harder, and I pull out and drive into her again.
Her channel begins to clench me, tighter and tighter with each thrust. I can’t last much longer, I know it, but I can feel her climbing with me, and I grasp her hips as she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Jake,” she moans, her voice urgent. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby. I can’t stop. I’m losing control. Come with me, Rinn,” I pant. “Come with me, baby.”
Her back arches and she lets go, her pussy clenching tight against me as she comes again. I thrust deep once, more, and lose myself, jet after hot jet ripping from me with such force it’s almost painful. I’ve fucked a lot of women, so many I couldn’t even really guess the number, but it’s never been like this, never anything like this, so perfect and all consuming that it obliterates time, everything disappears except this wave that rips through us both as we cling to each other almost like we’re drowning.
It’s maybe the most amazing moment of my life.
And as I hold her, the two of us gasping for breath, a thin thread of something almost like fear weaves itself through my brain.
Because that was more than just two people satisfying their lust for each other.
Whatever that was? I’m pretty sure giving into it just made it a whole lot worse.
Chapter 15
Marinda
I know I should make Jake take me home. It’s only going to make it harder to forget this ever happened if I stay.
But God help me, when he starts trying to persuade me, it’s hard not to give in.
“Come on,” he says. “It’s getting late, we’re both tired, and I’ve been drinking. The safe thing to do is for you to just spend the night. It’s no big deal.”
When he puts it like that, it sounds so reasonable. But I’m just worried about it being really awkward between us tomorrow.
“I don’t have a change of clothes. Or a toothbrush,” I tell him.
“Well, considering I just licked you until you came, I’m pretty sure you can use my toothbrush,” he teases me, and I flush red as a beet.
“Gross,” I say.
He laughs. “Far from it.” Drawing me to him, he murmurs into my hair. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever. The way you moan and writhe on my tongue? Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
Eek. I squirm out of his grasp, wondering if it’s possible to literally die of embarrassment. “Stop!” I say, pushing him away.
“There’s nothing to feel weird about, Rinn. You’re sexy as fuck. Own it.”
“Oh, my God! If I say I will, will you just stop talking?”
He gives me a wicked grin. “For now.”
I sigh with relief. “Thank God.”
Jake grabs my hand and pulls, leading me back into the house. “Come on. I’ll show you around.”
He takes me up an open staircase to the second floor, which as far as I can tell is entirely dedicated to a master bedroom suite. A huge king-sized bed with a fluffy white comforter and pillows is situated in the middle of the bedroom, which is surrounded on three sides by windows.
“I can try to dig up a spare toothbrush for you if you want,” he says with a twinkle in his eye.
“You said you’d stop,” I warned him.
Jake raises his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry.”
He sits down on the bed and then motions me to sit as well. Grabbing a remote from the night stand, he shows it to me. “This button here operates the blinds,” he says. He presses it, and they come down from the slots in the ceiling where they’re hidden.
At first I’m confused, and then I realize what he’s saying. “I’m staying in your room?” I ask.
Jake erupts into laughter. “Where the hell else would you stay? Do I have to remind you again what we were doing just twenty minutes ago?”
“Well, no, but…”
I trail off. I feel like an idiot, but for some reason sleeping in the same bed as Jake feels even more personal than… well, than what we just did.
“If you need a shirt or something to sleep in, I can find you something,” he offers.
I usually sleep naked, but with him? I’m not sure what to do.
“Thanks,” I say finally, nodding. “I might get cold, otherwise.”
He reaches into a drawer and pulls out one of his T-shirts. It’s soft and well-worn, and smells like his skin and the soap he uses. When I go into his bathroom, just off the master suite, I lock the door and immediately bring it to my face, breathing the scent in deep. Then I catch a glimpse of myself doing it in the mirror, and shake my head. What the hell are you doing, Rinn?
I don’t know how I ever thought I would keep the shirt on all night, though. For one thing, Jake is like a freaking furnace in bed. As soon as we’re under the covers, he immediately draws me to him, and I nestle into his arms and almost instantly fall asleep because I’m so exhausted from the wine and the two planet-shaking orgasms he gave me. A little while later, I wake up and I’m boiling, so I fling off the shirt and slide back in next to him naked, trying not to think about how perfect our skin touching feels.
I wake up a second time to feel Jake moving next to me. The room is completely dark, so much so that I can barely see the outline of his face.
“You took off the shirt,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “Mmmm.”
His hands slide around the curve of my waist, pulling me toward him. I can feel the heat and hardness of him, and suddenly I’m wide awake. My lips part in anticipation, and then his mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply as he enters me from behind. We rock together, slowly at first, then faster, and my need builds and builds until he grazes a slick finger against my clit and I call out his name, coming hard as I clench around him. He thrusts a final time and empties himself inside me with a groan.
Then: “Shit!”
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“Rinn, God, I’m sorry.” His voice is deep, serious. “Jesus, I completely forgot about the condom. Fuck, I can’t believe I did that.”
I should be upset, but for some reason I’m not. “I’m on the pill,” I say. “And I got tested when I found out Collin was cheating on me. I’m clean.”
He kisses me on the softest part of my neck, just behind my ear. “I haven’t gone without protection in years,” he says. “It’s way too dangerous to risk getting some girl pregnant that I barely know. Fuck. Rinn, I want you to know I wouldn’t lie to you about this.”
It’s not pleasant to be reminded that he’s probably already had ten times more sexual partners than I’ll ever have in my life, but I force myself to shrug it off. We’re not together, after all. I knew what I was getting into.
“I believe you,” I say. And I do. “We’re okay. We were just a little stupid not to talk about it first.”
What I don’t say, even though I’m thinking it, is that it felt amazing to have him inside me like that, skin to skin. And to have him fill me, with no barriers between us. I almost shiver now thinking about it, it was so good. I want it again.
And again.
The next morning, I wake to find that Jake is already out of bed. I sit up and look around, but the clothes he was wearing last night are gone and there’s no sign of him. I slide out of bed and grab the T-shirt he lent me, which is still lying on the floor where I flung it. Putting it on, I pad over to my purse and grab my phone. Oh my gosh, it’s almost ten a.m.
Just as I’m sitting back down on the bed, trying to decide what to do, I hear the front door opening downstairs. Remembering what Jake said about having a housekeeper, I pray silently that she doesn’t come on Saturdays and get ready to leap back under the covers.
“Rinn?” His voice echoes up the stairs. I breathe a sigh of relief. “You awake?”
“Yeah,” I yell. His footsteps come nearer, and then he appears in the doorway, a plastic bag swinging from his index finger.
“Hey, sleeping beauty.” That sexy grin instantly lights a fuse that burns straight to my core. “I brought you something.”
Jake tosses the bag casually onto the bed. I peek inside and see fabric.
“Figured you wouldn’t want to wear your work clothes today. There’s a discount store just a couple of miles away from here, so I went and grabbed you some stuff that should fit you better than that T-shirt you’ve got on. And I bought you a replacement pair of panties for the ones I destroyed.” He winked at me. “I even got you a toothbrush.”
As glad as I am not to have to do the walk of shame this morning, I’m not sure he needed to go to all this trouble. But I thank him anyway. “It seems kind of like overkill just for something for me to wear back home, though.”
“Well,” he smirks. “I was sort of hoping you might want to stick around a while. Spend the day with me.”
My stomach flips. “Spend the day with you?” I stammer. “Doing what?”
He gives me a look that just about melts his T-shirt clean off my body. “Well, I do have a few ideas,” he drawls. “But first, I though maybe we’d start with breakfast.”
It turns out he’s bought some eggs and bacon, too, and even some milk in case I need some in my coffee. I’m so strangely touched by all of this that I don’t have the heart to protest, but I tell myself that after breakfast, I’ll ask him to take me home.
Except that after breakfast, somehow I end up braced on the kitchen counter with my legs around his waist as he rocks me to another shuddering orgasm.
“Come on,” he whispers in my ear as I cling to him afterward. “Let’s go take a shower.”
Upstairs, he leads me into his bathroom and turns on the dual heads in an enormous shower. He soaps me, sliding slick hands over my already sensitive skin. His impressive cock hardens again as he does, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down to palm him, admiring the heft and weight of him.
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