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him because he sure hit her hot buttons in a major way.

He lifted his head. “I’m glad you came back. I’ve been thinking about you since you

left.”

“You have?”

“Yeah. I can still smell you, can still taste you, and if you didn’t come back tonight I might have had to sneak into your house and up to your bedroom.” She thrilled at the thought of it. Jake in her room. “And what would you have done

when you got there?”

“Hopefully made you scream loud enough to bring your father running.” His fingers

splayed along the bare expanse of her lower belly, under the waistband of her shorts. He

cupped her sex and she was instantly transported to earlier tonight, to how his touch had

skyrocketed her into a blinding orgasm. She wanted that again, only this time, she wanted

him to go with her.

She lifted against his hand, and whispered his name on a breathless moan.

“Let’s go stretch out on my bed before I lose control again.” He lifted her off his lap

and set her on her feet, then took her by the hand.

He’d lost control before? She was pretty certain it had been her who’d totally lost her

mind outside. But she liked that he thought himself out of control. She also liked the fact

that he held her hand as they walked down the hall, that he seemed to be connected to her

emotionally, beyond just this physical act they were about to engage in.

When they entered the bedroom he flipped on the light. “Sorry, it’s a little messy and

not fancy.”

She barely remembered his room from the other night, when she’d passed out in a

drunken stupor, then woken up hazy and disoriented.

His room had a double bed, with a nice brown quilt that looked handmade. Two simple end tables on each side, a dresser and chest of drawers and a couple lamps.

Typical guy room. But she liked that he wasn’t overly fussy. “It’s a nice room, Jake.

Who

made the quilt?”

He scratched his nose and looked across at the bed, not at her. “My, uh, my grandmother.”

Oh, how sweet. “I love it. It’s beautiful.” She moved to the side of the bed and began

to fold the quilt down to the foot of the bed. Jake went to the other side and helped her. A

simple task, yet it felt domestic. Intimate. Nothing like the GQ guys who had made it

such a seduction scene when she’d had sex before. Their bedrooms had set the scene so

perfectly, as if they’d done it hundreds of times before. It had left her cold. This was so

different, so perfect. She smiled at Jake across the bed. He came over to her side and

lifted her in his arms.

“Enough small talk. I want to make love to you.”

She gasped, then laughed when he pushed her onto the bed. Her smile died when he

crawled onto the bed and lay on top of her, framing her face with his hands. His pelvis

aligned with hers, the ridge of his hard shaft insistent as he swept his lips over hers. There

was something monumental and heady about him kissing her, and his body’s reaction to

that. Not to mention her own body’s wild reaction.

Her heart jacked up its rhythm to near crazy speed. She had to calm down or she’d

end up passing out. Again. That would be really bad. Tonight she intended to be calm and

clear headed. Or at least clear headed. She was pretty certain calm was going to be out of

the question, especially with Jake’s questing fingers doing incredible things to her stomach on their way up to her breasts. When he skimmed across her nipples, calm

shredded and she arched against his fingers. He made her feel wild, made her want things

she hadn’t wanted in…well, she’d never really craved sex before. Now she did, and it

was the most decadent feeling to really want a man like she wanted Jake, to have all these

feelings inside just bursting to get out.

He slid his fingers under her bra and found her nipple. The way he watched her while

he touched her was unnerving, and yet so hot, so incredibly erotic she felt like she’d

combust all over. She wanted more, so much more, and she shifted to her side so she

could touch him, too. She rolled his shirt up over his stomach, her fingers curling into the

hard planes of his flesh and the soft down she found there. So much to see, so much to

touch. She wanted hours—days—to explore him, to see him. Thank God he’d left the

light on. She loved seeing his face, his body, his hands on her.

He pushed her over onto her back again, and she started to protest, but then he lifted

her sweatshirt and tank top off, and she understood. It was time to get naked, and she was

all for that. Anything that would speed up the process of getting skin to skin. She leaned

up on her elbows and watched him take his shirt off, admired the hard planes of his

stomach, his tanned chest and well defined arms, as he leaned over her and pulled the

straps of her bra down, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, and the swell of her breast.

She sighed in absolute wonder that he’d take his time with her. The men she’d been with

before had been after the big payoff—foreplay hadn’t really been their thing.

Then again, the men she’d been with before had been nothing like Jake.

He unhooked her bra and removed it, then bent and captured her nipple between his

lips. When he flicked his tongue over the bud, she tilted her head back and gasped, lost in

the sensation, the wet heat, the wonder of finally being right where she wanted to be.

Jake made quick work of her shorts and panties, then his own shorts.

Finally, both of them naked, she sat up and looked her fill of him. She’d waited a long time for this, had thought about it nonstop since she first met him.

He didn’t disappoint. He was kneeling, his legs slightly apart, and she was in awe.

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