With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes and concentrated on his clever fingers as he gently stroked her slick, sensitive flesh. But then he stopped, and with a disappointed whimper she opened her eyes.
“Don’t close your eyes.” The sexy authoritative edge in his voice thrilled her. “I want you to watch.”
Her heart tripped and started to pound. In the past, she’d only had sex in the safety of darkness. But in spite of the fact that she was naked with a man for the first time in a lit room, the warmth of his embrace made her feel safe and surprisingly not at all embarrassed. With every nerve ending in her body humming taut, she looked down to where his hand rested between her legs and couldn’t contain her soft gasp as he stroked her again. Leaning her head against his chest, she gave herself over to the pleasure as he played her as skillfully as a musician. Pleasure pooled, hot and wet, between her thighs as he brought her to the brink, only to stop and then start all over again until she was at the point of almost begging him to give her what she wanted.
“Does that feel good?” His warm breath tickled her ear; she looked up from the arousing sight of his hand between her legs.
“Better than good,” she whispered. His eyes flared with desire.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she murmured, then let out a soft sound of pleasure as he circled her clit with his finger and drew out the sweet tension that coiled between her legs. “Jake, please,” she begged on a ragged breath. His erection pulsed between her buttocks. She rocked her hips and felt a brief moment of satisfaction when he drew a sharp breath.
“Tell me what you want,” he said as he stilled his movements and left her bereft.
Damn him. He enjoyed toying with her like this. She could tell by the devilish gleam in his eyes.
“You know what I want,” she said, and without any shame whatsoever rubbed against his hand, seeking the exquisite relief currently being denied to her.
“Tell me.” The corner of his sensual mouth lifted in a wicked half-smile. “It’s just three little words.”
His mesmerizing gaze held hers for several long seconds. “Make me come.”
“Now was that so hard?” he asked with a cocky grin and then picked up where he left off.
It didn’t take long for him to take her back to the precipice—especially after he used both his finger and thumb to stimulate her into a state of full arousal. Then he zeroed in on her sensitive clit, and that coupled with the sight of their erotic image in the mirror sent her completely over the edge. A low moan came from somewhere deep inside of her as she convulsed in waves of pleasure that started deep in her core and radiated throughout her body.
As the sensations slowly subsided, she let out a breath and flushed as she looked up and sought his eyes in the mirror. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said with a gentle smile as he moved his hand up to her waist and anchored her against him. “You’re sexier than hell.”
“That was...” She frowned as she tried to find the right word. Amazing and stupendous seemed so cliché. “I’ve never watched...”
“When you first started training with me you wouldn’t look at yourself in the mirror.” He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. “That bothered me. I hated that you couldn’t see the beautiful woman I saw. All you saw was your size.”
“Speaking of size,” she said with a smile. “Something sizeable is pressing into my backside.” She slipped out of his arms, turned around and looked down at his erection. “We should take care of that.”
“Any ideas come to mind?” He gave her a wolfish grin and put his hands on her waist. “And if so, do they involve the bed? Or maybe the shower.” He grinned and cast a sidelong glance to the sliding glass door. “Or the balcony?”
“The balcony? That’s a little too public,” she said, and let out a squeal of laughter when he picked her up as if she weighed less than a feather. “Jake. Put me down, you’ll hurt yourself.” She flung an arm around his neck as he shifted her body so he could cradle her in his arms.
“Calm down, woman.” A huge grin split his face. “I dead lift more than you weigh. I think I can handle it.”
“Put me down.”
“If you insist,” he said, then set her on the rumpled bed. She landed with a light bounce and watched as he moved to the dresser and opened his wallet.
“Is that...are those...” She peered at him as he turned around. “Condoms?”
“Yep. I always carry one or two. My dad scared the shit out of me and my brothers when we hit puberty. He went into excruciating detail about the horrible things that would happen to our genitals if we had unprotected sex and caught an STD.” He turned, moved to the side of the bed and set the condoms on the nightstand. “Let’s not talk about it. It could kill the mood.”
“We definitely don’t want that.” Melissa scooted to the edge of the bed and admired the toned muscles of his upper body. “Wait.” She brushed his fingers away from the waistband of his sweats and smiled up at him. “I’d like to do the honors. If I may?”
A wicked grin tipped the corners of his lips as lifted his hands. “Be my guest.”
She hooked her fingers under the elastic and tugged his sweatpants down his hips, then his legs until they dropped to the floor. As he kicked his feet free of the garment, she stared at his erection with unabashed eagerness. It rose thick and hard from the silky, light brown hair at his groin. The desire to touch him was strong and she didn’t deny herself the opportunity. She curled her hand around his shaft and gently squeezed. He sucked in a swift breath. She smiled and looked up at him. “Were you thinking of me doing this to you when you were on the balcony?”
“Yes.”
“What else did I do to you?”
A wry smile quirked his lips. “I didn’t get much further than that. You interrupted me.”
“So you didn’t get to the part where I did this?” She leaned forward and gave him a long, slow lick with her tongue. His rough groan only encouraged her. She took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she drew him deeper.
“Melissa.” His voice came out in an uneven rasp as he lifted his hands and sifted his fingers through her hair. “Jesus. That feels good.” She laved him with her tongue again and there was no mistaking the hungry, sensual growl low in his throat. She did it again and this time, he made a strangled sound and urged her head back. “Not yet,” he said, watching her with eyes darkened by raw sexual desire. “I need to be inside you. And it needs to be right now.”
“Then give me one of those condoms.” She glanced at the nightstand. He reached for one of the foil-wrapped packages but before he could open it she snatched it from his hand. “Oh, no you don’t. I’ll handle this.”
“You can handle it all night.” He looked down at her with amusement.
She laughed. “And we have a comedian in the room,” she said as she tore open the packet, tossed the wrapper in the general direction of the nightstand, and leaned forward to slide the condom over his erection. This was one thing she did have a bit of experience with. She and Brad had always practiced safe, albeit boring sex.
After she’d finished with her handiwork, she scooted back on the mattress and let out a blissful sigh as Jake slid onto the bed and stretched out beside her. He urged her to her side, then brushed several unruly locks of hair from her face before he leaned forward to kiss her. She savored the taste of him as their mouths fused together hotly. By instinct, she slid her leg over his and felt his hard shaft slide between her thighs. She moved her hips and Jake let out a muffled groan as his cock slipped along her wet folds, grazing her still-sensitive nerve endings and causing a pleasurable tingle that felt like some sort of orgasmic aftershock.
“Can you come again?” he whispered against her mouth.
“I don’t know.” She opened her eyes. “Usually once is all I’ve ever managed in one night.”
Jake slid his hand around her waist and lazily feathered his fingers up and down her spine. Her ski
n prickled with goose bumps. “Let’s see if we can change that.” He slipped his hand to her thigh and pulled it up and toward him. The movement caused her hips to tilt and she let out a surprised sound as his cock slowly penetrated her. “You okay?” he asked.
“I’ve never done it like this,” she said as he moved his hand to the curve of her ass, anchoring her, and began to slowly thrust into her. With each smooth stroke he brushed against her clit; the contact was unbelievable. “It feels good.”
“You feel good,” he murmured huskily, and kissed her again. His tongue drove deep, tangling with hers until they had to come up for air.
Breathless, Melissa slipped her arm over his and skimmed her fingertips along his shoulder blade. “This is so much better than my fantasies.”
“I agree,” he said in a rough voice and began to thrust harder, using his hand to pull her against him with every stroke. As the sweet tension wound tight within her, Melissa dug her nails into his shoulder, unable to stop the soft pants that escaped her lips. She wanted to come again badly and it was there, just within reach. So close she could almost taste it. She bucked against him, longing for the ultimate release and when it finally came, it slammed through her. Hot pulsing tremors crashed over her like some sort of tidal wave and ripped a low, pleasure-filled moan from deep inside of her. But it wasn’t over. With each measured thrust, Jake’s cock stimulated her sensitive flesh and extended the pleasure.
Jake’s eyes never left hers as he thrust into her, harder, deeper. Wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given her, Melissa slid her hand to his firm ass and urged him on. Seconds later, his body went rigid and a low groan of masculine pleasure filled the room as he came hard and fast. Their bodies were still joined intimately as he pressed his mouth briefly to hers. When he pulled back, the warm imprint of his lips lingered on hers and she could feel his heartbeat and every breath he took. She’d never felt this close to anyone. Ever.
Although she was wrapped in the safe cocoon of Jake’s arms, it didn’t take long for reality to set in. So caught up in the moment and in her overwhelming attraction to him, Melissa hadn’t given a thought to what would happen afterward. This—what had just happened—changed everything, yet the circumstances of why they shouldn’t pursue a relationship hadn’t changed.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Jake said softly as he coasted his hand upward over the swell of her buttocks and along the curve of her back.
“Are you sorry?” she whispered, and hoped he didn’t regret what they’d just done. No matter what happened, she never would.
“No.” He leaned forward and kissed her slowly, as if he were savoring the taste of her. When he pulled back, his expression was solemn. “Are you?”
“No. But...but can we go back to being just friends after this?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.” He moved his hand up to brush back her tangled hair and smiled. “Let’s not think about it right now. We’ll figure it out when we get back to Sacramento.”
“Okay.” And it was. She didn’t want anything to cast a shadow over what she and Jake had just shared.
Much later though, as Jake slept peacefully beside her, even the steady beat of his heart couldn’t lull her to sleep. On Monday, they’d be home where the real world was waiting for them. The world where Jake almost lost everything by getting involved with a client—the world where he’d vowed to never do that again. Maybe if she stopped training with him they could pursue a relationship. For the first time she considered that possibility. Jake kept telling her he wasn’t the reason for her successful lifestyle change. Maybe he was right. After what they’d shared tonight, it was worth thinking about.
* * *
Jake had always been an early riser and despite his lack of sleep the night before, this morning was no exception. Beside him, the steady cadence of Melissa’s breathing indicated she was still in a deep sleep. Last night when he’d drifted off she’d been in his arms, but now she was on her stomach with her head turned to the side. Her dewy pink lips were slightly parted and her cheeks were lightly flushed. Even in sleep, she was breathtaking. Though how anyone could sleep on their stomach was a mystery to him. It looked damn uncomfortable.
Although content to wait for Melissa to awaken, he couldn’t ignore the call of nature and gingerly pushed the sheet and blanket aside as he slid from the bed and headed for the bathroom. After he’d taken care of business, he washed his hands, brushed his teeth and filled one of the hotel’s clear glasses with water. Returning to the bedroom, he found Melissa in the same position. He downed a large gulp of water, then set the glass on the nightstand and picked up his cell phone. His assistant manager was covering for him at the gym and usually he never worried, but he checked his texts and emails just to make sure.
Other than a text from his youngest brother, who had just completed his freshman year at UC Davis, there were no crises, business or family related, he needed to attend to. Jake fired off a quick reply to Josh, and then returned the phone to the nightstand.
Putting his hands on his hips, he watched her sleep. Although common sense told him he should have exercised a whole lot more self-control last night, he wasn’t one bit sorry. Touching her, kissing her, making love to her, had been a helluva lot hotter than any of the numerous fantasies he’d had about her. But what had surprised him was how connected to her he’d felt last night. Hell, who was he kidding? He’d felt a connection with her from the first moment she’d stepped foot in his gym, but he’d been so busy trying to fight what he was feeling he hadn’t realized how strong their bond had become.
The thought of going back to Sacramento and returning to their trainer/client status made his gut churn. Damn it. He didn’t want to be just her friend or just her personal trainer; he wanted more. He wanted her in his life and in his bed. He wanted to see if what they shared could grow into something that could last a lifetime. He wanted what his parents had, and what J.T. and Angie had found, and he was pretty sure he wanted it with Melissa.
“What time is it?”
Melissa’s sleepy voice penetrated his thoughts. He smiled as she squinted at him. “It’s still early.” He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. “Not even seven.”
“Why in God’s name are you awake?” She pushed herself up, dragged her fingers through her tousled hair, then shoved the covers from her body. “We don’t have to be at the wedding until two.”
“I always wake up early,” he said, and watched her as, instead of getting out of bed on the other side, she crawled toward him. The sight of her full breasts as they swayed back and forth sent a shot of heat straight to his groin.
“Oh, you’re one of those people.” She held out her hand. “I’m only getting up to go to the bathroom. I need another hour of sleep at least. Especially after last night,” she added as he took her hand and helped her climb off the bed.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Good morning,” he said, then covered her lips with his. The tiny moan that escaped her as he molded her soft, pliant body to his was all he needed. He took possession of her mouth with an urgency he couldn’t control.
When they broke apart, his breathing wasn’t too steady. Nor was Melissa’s. “You brushed your teeth.” A slight frown marred her brow as she studied him.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“You didn’t give me a chance to brush mine. I have morning breath. That’s not sexy.”
“I never have morning breath. But brushing my teeth when I first get up is a habit I’ve had since I was a kid.”
“Oh, I’m sure you have it.”
“I really don’t.” He grinned. “I’m known for my fresh breath. Ask anyone.”
Melissa burst out laughing and shook her head. “That’s the thing about morning breath. Everyone thinks they don’t have it, but they do. Now let me go so I can go to the bathroom.”
Jake released her and chuckled. “You’re
going to brush your teeth, aren’t you?” he called after her.
“Maybe,” she said as she closed the bathroom door.
Jake didn’t need another hour of sleep. Once he was awake, he was awake and that was that. For one crazy moment he thought about going out for a run. But only a dumb-ass would pass up the chance to lounge around in bed with an extremely hot woman. And contrary to what his brothers believed, he was no dumb-ass.
By the time Melissa finished in the bathroom, he was back in bed and propped up with two pillows against the headboard. As she paused by the side of the bed and observed him with a hint of a smile, Jake took the opportunity to admire her voluptuous body. Her creamy skin was smooth and although she’d joked about stretch marks a couple of times during the past eight months, if she had them they were either minimal or had faded over time. But even if he could see them, it wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t seeking perfection.
One thing about her was perfect though. Her breasts. He’d almost shot his load the second he’d glimpsed her dusky nipples. For months he’d been fantasizing about them and he hadn’t been disappointed.
She moved to the nightstand and picked up the remaining condom. “I’m glad you had two in your wallet.” She held it up and glanced at the sheet that covered him. “Unless you’re erecting a tent with that sheet, I’m thinking we could make use of this last one.”
Jake glanced at the proof of his arousal. “You’re responsible for this.” He pulled the sheet from his body.
“So it’s not just morning wood?” She tossed the condom on the bed within reach and then crawled onto the bed.
“No. This is all for you.”
“Lucky me.” She gave him a sinful smile as she urged his legs apart and knelt between them. Before he could speak, she reached between his thighs and cupped him, and then he couldn’t say a word even if he wanted to. He groaned as she wrapped one hand around him and gently squeezed.
For several long, amazing minutes, she tortured him. And he watched. He couldn’t look away as she cupped, stroked and squeezed him until he felt like a volcano on the brink of erupting. At that point he had two choices, and while it was a difficult decision, in the end it was a no-brainer. He needed to feel the heat of her pussy one more time. Maybe one last time if they decided they should only be friends.
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