Page 55 of His Fake Fiancé

“Here,” he said and let go of her butt. She unhooked her legs from around his waist, confusion lapping at her lust. She slid down the wall slowly, although he didn’t move back or out of the way. Stayed right up against her.

And then his thigh was there, pressed between her legs, his knee planted against the wall. Her core made contact with his thick, muscular thigh, and she moaned. The sound was low and dirty in the dark hallway.

“Take what you need, angel.” He planted his hands on her hips, urged her to move.

She rocked her hips forward, the seam of her jeans pressing perfectly against her clit. A gasp tore from deep in her chest, sparks lighting up her nerve endings. So, she did it again and again until she had a relentless rhythm going.

Jake was staring down at her, his eyes shadowed in the darkness. She couldn’t read his expression, but she could see his jaw was tight. She grabbed his biceps, corded and tense under her fingers, and used the grip as leverage. Another dirty moan escaped her lips, this one louder than the last.

Everything between her bellybutton and her knees tingled. Every rock of her hips sent sensation streaking through her. Down to her toes. Up to the top of her head. Out to the tips of her fingers. She dug her nails into his biceps, and he hissed.

“Are you about to come?” He leaned down and whispered the words against her ear. “I want to see you come.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.

Goosebumps shot across her skin, like a meteor streaking across the sky. She rocked faster, the sensation building, a balloon being filled with air too fast. Any moment it was going to burst and send her soaring.

“That’s it, angel,” he said, his voice so low and full of awe, it made her heart lurch against her ribs. “Take it. Take it all.”

And she did. Rocking faster, gripping tighter, pressing harder.

The edge rushed up, faster and faster and faster, until, with a final push, she fell. The bubble burst, sensation running hot and unhindered through her veins. She threw back her head, releasing a half wail, half sob that bounced off the walls. Sparks burst behind her eyes, down her spine.

Her entire body shook, her muscles tensing and releasing with each pulse of her core. The wash of euphoria that moved through her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Nothing had ever felt like this before. Ever.

She was in so much trouble.

Watching Claire come apart was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. The way her body moved against his thigh, the way her muscles tensed and released. The long column of her throat as she tilted her head back, called to him, urged him to bury his face against her and breathe her in.

The sexy little moaning sound she made in the back of her throat slid under his skin, right into his bloodstream. Arrowed down straight to his cock.

Finally, she stopped shaking, her entire body going limp. He wrapped her in his arms, partly because he wanted to hold her, but mainly because he was afraid she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own.

She melted against him, another small tremor racing through her as her hips gave one last rock against his thigh. She smelled like crisp air, vanilla and sex. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, her hair tickling his chin.

Her body was pressed against his, all of her soft curves pressed against him. He could feel her tight, beaded nipples against his chest. His cock throbbed, pushing against his zipper like it was trying to break free. He was at the point where he was so hard, it almost hurt.

But, for the first time in his life, he didn’t care. Holding Claire, helping her wind down from her orgasm, was the only thing he cared about right now. He rocked her, murmuring soft, senseless words to her in the dark.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzled her face against his chest.

A piercing sort of hurt started at the base of his throat. He didn’t know what to do with it, what it meant. And he wasn’t about to try and figure it out now.

“You okay?” His voice was way grittier than he wanted. Like he’d swallowed a handful of sand. Worry trickled through him. Was she going to regret what they’d done? Yeah, she’d told him she wanted to, but now that she’d come, would she consider this as a mistake? And why did that send a rush of disappointment through him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t been turned down by women before. Why would Claire changing her mind be any different?

She nodded, but didn’t lift her head away from his chest. Although the worry and disappointment washed away some, he was far from satisfied with a simple nod.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, okay?” He kept his voice low, unassuming. He didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing.

She stiffened, just slightly, but because they were so close, so entwined, he noticed. He traced his fingers up her spine, hoping to relax her. She shivered and let go of him, leaning back. She probably would have gotten farther if she hadn’t been pressed up against the wall.

He moved back, because clearly, she wanted some space. She wobbled a little, and he reached out to steady her. At his touch, she didn’t flinch or pull away, which he took as a good sign.

She stared up at him. Her eyes were big and dark in the shadows. On a good day, he wasn’t very good with the whole reading people and their subtle emotions thing. Which was why he was always insistent that consent be explicit. While he had no doubt about Claire’s consent, he was concerned about how she was feeling now. They’d crossed a line tonight, from friends to something more. And he was pretty sure there was no going back. He didn’t know what to think about that, and he was too horny to worry about it right now.

“Come on,” he said, sliding his hand down her arm to grab her hand. He held his breath because she didn’t grab his back right away. It took a couple of painful heartbeats, and then she entwined their fingers. He didn’t know why, but it felt like a victory.

He walked down the hall and into the bedroom. The nightlight across the room was on, casting the bedroom in a warm, dim glow. He led her over to the bed. She tensed as they got closer. He circled his thumb over the back of her hand, hoping to reassure her.

“Sit.” He urged her toward the bed. She went and lowered herself down to sit on the edge. He snapped on the bedside lamp.