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Laurel drew a quick breath.
“Which is bullshit, by the way.” He tugged her earlobe with his teeth, then nibbled and licked his way along her jawline.
“Jake.” Why did she sound so breathless?
He slid his free hand underneath her sweatshirt and up her ribcage, stopping just below her breast.
“You were made for me to touch you.” The sexy timbre of his voice rippled along her nerve endings, making her shiver. Whenhe caressed the underside of her breast, a low moan escaped her lips. “Do you want me to touch you, Laurel?”
Yes. Oh, yes!
“Tell me what you want, Princess.”
She couldn’t say the words. She wasn’t comfortable voicing her desires; never had been. She’d always been shy in the bedroom, but her already questionable self-confidence had taken a huge hit after Ethan’s betrayal. Even so, nothing sounded better than Jake touching her. She’d never wanted a man more in her life. So, instead of talking, she pressed her lips to his and moved his hand onto her breast.
Jake moaned this time. He deepened the kiss and brushed his thumb back and forth across her nipple before pinching softly.
That did it. She was officially melting… turning into magma under his touch. She whimpered and shamelessly arched against his hand as his fingers dipped underneath the material of her so-not-sexy cotton bra to tweak and knead her pebbled nipple between his fingers.
“Do you want more?” he asked, words laced with pained restraint. “Tell me you want more, Laurel, cuz I’m having a helluva time holding back here. You feel too fucking good.”
Her pulse hit light speed. She stuttered out a breath, then gasped one back in when his hand traveled down to her butt and pulled her against his hard length.
“Ja—”
“I want you,” he interrupted with a growl. “But I won’t take what’s not offered.” He grazed her neck with his teeth and rocked his hips.
“Oh, fudge.”
“Is that a yes, Princess?” He pressed his lips to her ear, hot breath teasing her senses when he asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Triple brownie fudge!
None of the men she’d slept with had ever talked to her like that. And by “men,” she meant three. Three guys in thirty years, and aside from the fact they’d never talked dirty, not one of them had ever outright asked if she’d wanted to have sex. They’d just assumed. Convinced her she’d wanted the same thing as they did, and she’d gone along with it.
But, no one had asked. No one… until Jake.
He fisted her hair, tugged until her chin lifted, and covered her mouth with his own, scattering her thoughts like leaves in the wind. He tasted like temptation and promise, heat and surrender all at once.
She was practically ready to come, and he’d barely touched her. What kind of heights could he make her soar to if she gave permission? She couldn’t explain it—the control he had over her body. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and it both excited and scared the snickerdoodles out of her.
Maybe she should just let go. Maybe this one time, she should give in to her feelings and ignore her brain. Let Jake make her feel… everything. She couldn’t deny she wanted him. And she was a grown woman. She could sleep with the most perfect male specimen she’d ever laid eyes on if she wanted to.
She dug her nails into his arm, warring with herself as she walked the tightrope between what she’d always done in the past, and what she wanted right now. It was her choice. He’d told her as much. She had the power to accept or decline, and she somehow knew he wouldn’t argue or try to persuade her if she said no. The bad boy was more of a gentleman than all the others combined.
What am I waiting for?
She instinctively pressed against him, coaxing a growl from deep in his throat.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he breathed against her lips. He cupped her cheek with his large hand and pulled back to search her eyes. “Tell me you want this.”
She did. Lord help her, she did.
“If you don’t, you need to tell me. Now. Cuz I’m about two seconds from pushing you against that wall and fucking you right here.”
The image set fire to her panties. He was seducing her with his words and doing a bang-up job at it.
Bang up.
