“Now lay back.”
Eve reclined on the towel until her head hung off the table. Lifting up, she watched as he pulled her legs up and pushed them back to her sides, spreading her open.
“Jake!”
He closed her legs, brought her knees up and kissed the pads of her feet. “Touch yourself.”
She just stared at him for a minute without moving. “Babe...I’m too sensitive. Can’t we—?”
“I want to watch you. I’m right here. I’m not far. Lick your finger.”
Eve stared at him a long time before moving. Something in his eyes was—off. Jake was the strongest man she knew, yet, there was something desolate and alone behind his eyes that brought an instant round of tears to hers. Slowly moving her right hand up her body, she put her finger into her mouth, getting it wet.
Jake pushed her legs out to the sides once again, opening her to him. He reached up, pulled her finger out of her mouth and positioned her hand between her legs.
“Touch yourself the way you would if I wasn’t here. When you’re alone. When you want me and can’t fight it anymore. Show me what you do when you think of me.”
She could do this. For him. He gave her so much. More than he would ever realize. When he left her life, he would never understand what he’d given her. What she would never have with another man. She would never trust anyone but Jake and when he left, he would leave a shell of a woman behind him. And something deep in her gut said he would leave. Again.
Her vision blurred and she gently touched the side of her clit. Direct stimulation didn’t do it for her right away. It was the teasing, the build up. On the rare occasions, she allowed herself to do this, she always started the same way. She tentatively rubbed herself a little on the outside of her lips, but she was already swollen, already greedy for him, for his mouth. That was her trigger. She didn’t have to touch herself long at all. All she had to do was imagine his beautiful mouth on her pussy. She moved her finger in soft, slow circles on the left side of her hood. The heat of his hands holding her open made it even hotter. No retreat. No hiding.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. You like it soft? Is that what gets you off when I’m not there?”
“Yeah,” she moaned. “Yes.”
“What do you think about?” He moved one hand from her thigh to tease his finger around her entrance while she circled her clit and her breathing labored.
Eve began to move in rhythm with his touch.
“Tell me,” he urged, slipping a finger inside in her, shallow at first, then he plunged deep. “So wet. Talk to me.”
“You.” Eve brought her finger back up and licked it, getting it wetter. “I think about you.”
“Be specific.”
The fact that Jake was watching her, while she refused to admit it out loud, turned her on even more. Knowing he liked watching her, knowing she was the one arousing him gave her a sense of empowerment. She wasn’t cold with him, wasn’t broken with him. She arched her back as the climax began to build.
“Don’t you come until you tell me what you’re thinking, Eve.”
“You. Your mouth,” she groaned out.
“What about my mouth?” Two of his fingers now moved inside her, deep, steady, smooth.
Oh, God. He felt so good. His fingers inside her, so damn good. “I....”
“Fucking say it.”
“Your mouth on my clit. Holding my legs back, so I can’t move,” she whispered.
“Finally.” He growled. Strong hands suddenly ripped hers away and Jake’s mouth covered her cleft, running his tongue up along the middle of her saturated folds. His hands wedged under her knees and pressed them so far out to the sides her quads hit the table. He sucked her swollen bud into his mouth with enough pressure that she let her head fall back off the table and drove her hands into his hair.
“Shit, Jake! Yes! Just—like that...goddamn you,” she sobbed, holding his face to her. Saying the words were like a dam breaking. Once it cracked, there was no stopping it. She wanted him raw, demanding, and damn him for making her crave what only he could give her. Her entire body shattered with the sweetest pain.
Eve’s back arched off the table. She tightened her grip his hair. Wrenching one leg out of his hold, she wrapped it around his shoulders, moving her hips against his mouth, riding his tongue.
“Straight to hell, baby,” Jake grumbled, just before shoving both hands under her ass cheeks and lifting her even closer to his face. He sucked her clit hard over and over, the strong suction of his mouth and each pass of his tongue left no doubt who she belonged to, body and soul. He took her right over the top into another series of spasms, before licking at her softly until her breathing evened out.
Still, she wasn’t settled. While she wanted nothing more than to feel his thick cock stretching her tight channel, she wanted to give back to him physically the way he gave to her—no boundaries.
Feeling bold, Eve ran a hand softly through his hair and she sat up, trying to orient herself again.
“Can you sit back for a minute?”
Pushing his chest, so he was sitting against the couch, she slowly knelt between his legs and rested her hands on top of his thighs. The long, hard length of him pressed up against his lower abs. Her stomach knotted and she tried to focus strictly on Jake. He’d never hurt her, sexually. She knew that implicitly, but she was going way outside her comfort zone—back to a painful past, she’d rather forget. If he emotionally pulled away from her after this, she’d retreat and lose any trust she had in him.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes locked to his. “Please tell me before anything happens. Please,” she whispered. As turned on as she was, as much as she wanted to give him this, give to him as he gave to her, wholly, fully, unconditionally, she was frightened of this act. She glanced down at his waist and took a deep breath for courage.
Jake leaned forward and cupped her cheeks in both hands, bringing her face within inches of his. “Eve, I know where your head’s at. If this was something you enjoyed doing or got off on, I’d know by now.”
“I want to, but—please don’t touch me,” she murmured. “Don’t grab me.”
“Baby, why would you say that to me?” His eyebrows furrowed while something very close to violence flashed in his eyes.
“Can we please not talk about it?” She watched his face, waiting for a reaction.
Jake seemed to be studying her for a while. His eyes stayed locked to hers and whatever he’d intended to say, he bit it back.
Grateful he didn’t speak, she unwrapped the towel from his body as if she were unwrapping an expensive present she was afraid might break.
“Honey.” Jake’s voice held that steel edge to it.
His tone ran along her skin and almost stopped her heart.
When her eyes met his, his hands locked on hers. “I don’t need this. I’m more than satisfied with what we share together. If I wasn’t, I’d tell you.”
“I want to. I want you to feel how you make me feel. I just don’t know....”
“Aw, Eve. I don’t need you to do this to feel loved. Baby, I feel your love when you kiss me.”
“It’s okay.” She nodded to him and ran her hands up his thighs. “I’m okay,” she whispered.
On a long exhale, he finally sat back. “Alright, sweetheart, then I need you to stop shaking.” He let her hands go and rested them alongside his thighs.
The room was dark and her hair was long, so he wouldn’t be able to see her face. She leaned down against him, resting her head on his chest for a minute, allowing her hair to shroud her. Kissing her way down his stomach, she ran her hands up his thighs to his cock.
Stroking him firmly, she leaned down and licked the top of him tentatively, hoping when she did it that he felt as incredible as when he did this to her. Shaking her hair out around her, she closed her eyes and
ran her tongue up one side of his shaft, then down the other. Jake’s encouraging groan eased some of her tension. Swirling her tongue around to top of his head, she softly sucked the tip of him inside her mouth.
“Shit me, Eve. That mouth. Son-of-a-bitch!”
She paused, waiting to see if he would move. Waiting to see if he’d grab her, but he didn’t. When he just sat there, she repeated the same motions, except this time, she took him a little deeper. Careful to keep her lips over her teeth, she sucked a little more and then released him. While her hair provided coverage, it was getting in the way. In her mouth. Untangling her hand from her hair, she slid it up and down along the length of him, using her saliva to keep him wet and slippery.
When she kissed the tip of him again, Jake moved his hands to either side of her head, gathering her hair in both hands and holding it away from her face.
She stopped. Paralyzed.
“Easy, honey. I won’t take advantage of this. Just making you a little more comfortable.” He held her hair back with one hand and ran the other over her back.
She closed her eyes and tentatively began moving her hands over him. When she became more confident that he wouldn’t do anything other than hold her hair, she ran her tongue over the top of him again, before slowly taking him deep inside her mouth.
“Your mouth feels—fuck, baby...”
She could feel the tension in his thighs as he fought the urge to push himself farther into her mouth. She boldly sucked him a little deeper, his cockhead sliding along her tongue, nudging the back of her throat. Pulling him out, she used both hands to stroke him while she licked and kissed his soft head.
Jake inhaled quickly, tightened his grip in her hair and pulled. She sat back on her heels and stared up at him.
He was watching her and had that grin that made her knees weak. Her face heated instantly.
“Gotta stop.” He anchored her hair behind her ears. “Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?”
Eve glanced down and ran her hands over him.
Covering her hands with his, Jake tugged her up astride his lap.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I’m sorry I—”
“Hold up. What the hell are you apologizing for?” He interrupted her. “You’ve just given me something else to obsess over when I’m away from you.” His hands moved under her thighs. “Lift up.”
As soon as Eve got up on her knees, he entered her quick and hard. He shoved his hands under her arms and around to anchor her shoulders down, just holding her immobile.
Gasping, she closed her eyes, tightened her grip around his neck as her body contracted around him. When her swollen channel adjusted to him, she began to move.
“Here—” Jake groaned as he surged up into her. “— Deep inside you. Your tight pussy choking the shit out of me. This is what I need more than anything. You’re my peace—from the chaos, from the past, from everything.”
Lifting up, she sat down on him hard. Jake groaned and took her mouth as they moved in sync. Holding each other’s faces, their tongues and lips merged, stroked, ate at and gave to the other. Their hunger feeding their frenzied movements.
She couldn’t get him deep enough, couldn’t get close enough to him.
Jake dropped his hands to her hips and guided her movements. He pulled her down harder with each lift of her hips.
If she could spend the rest of her days making love to him—she would. He made her a stronger version of herself in so many ways...and weaker in others.
“Can you take me harder, baby?” His forehead pushed against hers, their breath mixing with each spoken word.
“Yes.” With each downstroke, she sat down harder despite the pain of him stretching her to an almost uncomfortable degree.
He picked up the pace, gripping her hips, grinding her up and down on top of him. He moved his mouth to her shoulder.
When he bit down, probably harder than he intended to, something deep inside Eve’s being shifted. Not just her body, he affected her anatomical being. She nearly screamed his name as she wrapped her arms around his head. Growling into her chest, he held her down hard against him. Her body spasmed with each warm jet pumping deep inside her, and she didn’t think she could love any man more than she did him. This was what she’d always hoped and imagined making love would feel like—desperate, heated, loving and consuming.
Her eyes stung with tears while the first time she’d ever seen Jake flashed through her mind. She knew in that moment, no matter what happened between them, no other man would ever be able to compete with him. While fate had intervened, he’d somehow found her again. They were where they belonged. For tonight... Eve rested her head on his, her mouth open, taking in as much air as she could and trying not to think beyond this moment. Finally able to breathe normally, she leaned back.
Jake kissed her forehead and brought her head back down to his shoulder. “Don’t move yet. I want to sit here with you wrapped around me.”
His husky voice washed over her and she finally exhaled. Content, she absently smoothed a finger over the scar on his cheek. She knew every inch of his face by touch. His face brought her a sense of peace she’d never known before. He was so beautiful to her—she didn’t see the scars when she looked at him…ever. The scars were evidence of a life’s transition from a boy to man. The experience behind each scar had changed him from when she knew him so long ago. With her, though, he’d been the same caring, charismatic, and beautiful person she’d loved at first sight. It’s why she’d presently fallen so hard for him. Thirteen or thirty-six, she’d only ever see the person behind the magnificent exterior.
These days, she always felt as if she was holding her breath around Jake. Like she could blink and find him gone. Again. At least for right now, he was here, solid beneath her, holding her, buried inside her, loving her. By check-out tomorrow, he would disappear and she would have more than enough time to hate herself for giving more than she knew she was capable of handling. She’d crossed more boundaries with Jake tonight, more than she ever had before, and yet she’d never felt as close to him as she did right now.
A breeze came in from the open screen door and ran across her back, making her shiver against him. Jake’s arms tightened around her, trying to ward off the cold. She couldn’t help but wonder if the bone-deep chill was from the air cooling down her heated skin, or the alarming feeling that she was losing him with every passing second.
10.5 hours
NEVER MINE
1
Second chances are rare in this lifetime…
“Know that I love you, Eve. You. For who you are, what you mean to me now and what you’ve always meant to me—even all the years we’ve been apart. Don’t ever forget that. I wish I could give you so much more.”
Jake’s words outside the restaurant last night repeatedly played through Eve’s head...why hadn’t she realized it sooner? If that didn’t sound like a goodbye of epic proportions, she didn’t know what did. Heat from the coffee cup pressed to her chest offered some warmth as the chilly ocean breeze cooled her skin. Staring out over the sea, she absently tracked the waves rushing up the shore, only to return back to where they belonged—a fitting visual analogy.
“Baby... Are you serious? It’s 8:00 a.m.”
With a gasp, Eve jerked up at the sound of Jake’s raspy morning voice. Coffee sloshed over the brim of her cup and down the front of her camisole.
“Ugh! Really?” The glass table clanked as she dropped the cup down. Breakfast Blend and silk...not a good combination. Good thing it had cooled to lukewarm. “Shit!”
“Shit, huh.” His deep chuckle danced across her skin like a seductive caress. “Did I scare you?”
“No—I mean, yes.” She glanced down at her wet top. “Kind of.” Grabbing her cup, she stood to go change. When she walked past him, he wrapped an arm around her waist, dragging
her to him. “Babe...” She pressed her hand and the mug against his chest. “I’m all wet.”
“Are you?” Moving his hand down to her ass cheek, he pushed two fingers between her legs, over her pajama covered pussy. “Mmm—not yet, but you’re about to be.”
His soft lips gently bit down on her earlobe, covering her arms with goosebumps and the wind whipped her hair across both their faces. With an exaggerated shiver, he lifted her off the balcony and marched her inside the studio suite.
“Gotta warm you up a little.”
A smile pressed at the corners of her mouth. “No—come on. I’m gonna get coffee all over you. Let me change.”
“Nope.” Hugging tighter, he walked her backwards until he reached the couch. He sat down and patted his lap. “Sit.”
She stared at the hand reaching out to her. The man short circuited her brain.
“Jake—”
The sight of his ruggedly handsome face made her heart hurt. The sharp screech of nearby seagulls drew her attention back outside. Black clouds rolled in across the blue sea, mirroring the darkness threatening to overtake her.
“Honey—come on. Sit,” he repeated.
When she turned back to him, she couldn’t help but grin. The rumpled just-out-of-bed look he sported was even hotter in person than what she’d ever imagined.
He quickly waved her to him with both hands and patted his thighs. His sensual mouth drooped on one side and his brows scrunched together.
“Seriously, Jake? You’re gonna pout?”
“Depends. Will it work?”
She cocked her head as his frown turned into a full-blown Jake smile. The one he knew she couldn’t say no to.
“You suck.”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” His eyes slowly travelled the length of her body, before meeting hers again. “Now get down here, grumpy, and I’ll remind you exactly how well.”
The heat already burning her cheeks blazed at his hungry expression. Any remaining self-preservation got shot straight to hell. Placing her cup on the side table, she straddled his thighs. “I see where your head’s at this morning.”
Twenty-Four Hours (Shattered Boundaries Book 1) Page 9