Standby (Open Skies Book 4) by Becca Jameson (best sales books of all time .TXT) 📗

the house, and he also didn’t care if she brought anything with her or not because wearing clothing wasn’t on the list.

She was giddy as she followed him. Finally, they were going to have sex. It seemed like they’d been together for months instead of less than two weeks. Partly because they’d spent so much time together. She rationalized it was like they’d gone on ten dates without having sex.

When they arrived at his house, she followed him inside. He immediately took her bag out of his hand and dropped it on the floor. Without another word, he took her hand and nearly dragged her through the house to his bedroom.

“What, no foreplay?” she joked.

He reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Oh, there’s going to be foreplay all right. Just not the kind that includes small talk over coffee. I told you to drink it in the car,” he teased.

His hands were on her jeans next, unbuttoning them and then shoving them down her legs.

She kicked out of her shoes so that she could step out of her jeans. When she glanced up, he was staring at her, his gaze roaming up and down her body. “I didn’t realize you were wearing such sexy lingerie under those clothes.” He fingered the edge of her lace bra. “The pink is so feminine and perfect for you.”

“Like I said, I was heading out the door to find you. I’d hoped we’d end up in your bedroom.”

He turned her around and urged her toward the bed. “Climb up. Crawl to the center. Lie on your back,” he demanded.

She did as he instructed, but she kept her gaze on him, watching every inch of his skin as it was revealed to her. He took his time stripping, but when he finally removed the last item of clothing—his boxers—his cock bobbed thick and heavy against his belly.

She licked her lips. “I’d like a taste this time,” she stated huskily. “Last time I had the pleasure of seeing your impressive cock, I wasn’t permitted to taste.”

He climbed onto the bed. “You’re going to have to be patient about getting a taste. I get the first taste. You might recall that I didn’t get to put my mouth on you either, naughty imp.” He straddled her legs, his hands going to her waist and smoothing up her body. “Next time you wear this, I want to know about it beforehand so I can imagine it all day and picture myself taking it off that night.”

“Okay.” Her voice was weak. She didn’t need foreplay, it turned out. She was ready for him just from the expression of reverence on his face.

His fingers came to the V of her bra and traced the top swell of her breasts, making her gasp.

He smiled. “I can’t wait to hear all your little noises. That’s been the part I dreamed of most.”

She bit her bottom lip. Did she make noises? Who knew? After all, she hadn’t really had great sex before. And she wasn’t the sort to fake like she was overcome with lust.

When he slid his hands toward her back, she grabbed his wrists. “One request.”

“Anything.”

“Let me keep my bra on this time. It’s covering the bruises. And don’t flip me over, so you can’t see the ones on my butt. Just this once. Please.”

He leaned down and kissed her gently. “Okay, sweetheart.”

She blew out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

He slid down her body, kissing a path down her neck and between her breasts. He lingered there, nibbling on the upper swells and then dipping his tongue under the lace to flick it over her nipples. He switched back and forth until she had trouble lying still.

He finally continued, his hands gripping her waist to steady her as he kissed her stomach and then along the edge of her panties. Instead of removing them as she expected, he parted her legs and settled between them, kissing her inner thighs one at a time. He licked a trail from the inside of her knee to the edge of her panties, switching to do the same on the other side next before planting himself between her legs and tormenting the sensitive skin at the edge of lace and silk.

It was maddening. She needed more contact. She wanted her panties off and his cock inside her. She set her hands on his shoulders and pushed against him while trying to squirm away from his tongue.

He planted a kiss right over her clit and then grabbed her wrists and hauled them up over her head.

The smile on his face was mischievous, making her shudder. “Jake…” She gasped when something suddenly wrapped around her wrist. She jerked her head to the side to watch him attach a Velcro cuff. Wetness rushed from her pussy to soak the silk between her legs.

As he stretched her hand toward the corner of the headboard and then attached her securely, she writhed. Her heart was racing. He came back to center and kissed her briefly before doing the same to her other wrist. “Told you I was a fan of bondage.”

“Yeah, but…” Her voice was breathy. “I thought you were exaggerating.”

“Nope.” He slid back down her body, gripped her face, and kissed her again. His tongue teased hers before he sucked on it gently several times.

When he released her lips, she was panting. “But I can’t touch you…”

He smiled. “That’s the point. If you touch me right now, I’ll come. I’m not ready to orgasm yet. We’ll get to me after I’ve exhausted you. After you’ve reached a point where you’re begging me to enter you. After you’re convinced that you’ll never want to leave my bed.”

Another tremble shook her entire body. Her breasts felt tight inside her bra. Her nipples rubbed against the lace. Maybe the decision to leave her bra on hadn’t been such a good idea.

Jake resumed his path downward, spending a great deal of time suckling the upper swell of her