Page 72 of His Fake Fiancé

Claire arched her back, a sound that was part moan and part squeal escaping. It was definitely a sound she’d never made before in her life. But then, she’d never had Jake Callahan between her thighs before. Or his magical mouth. Because that’s what it was. Magical.

The way his lips and tongue moved against her, over her, inside her, was breathtaking. He licked and sucked until she was writhing, unsure of whether she was trying to get away or move closer.

She grabbed at the blankets, twisting them in her fingers. He flicked his tongue against her clit in a fluttering motion. Her thighs shook, closing of their own accord. He grabbed her just below the knee, and pressed her legs open wide.

Sparks skipped along her nerve endings, lighting them up. She couldn’t keep still, felt like she needed to hold onto something. The blankets weren’t enough. She let go and threaded her fingers through Jake’s hair. The soft strands were silky against her sensitized skin.

He reached around her and planted one of his big hands on her lower belly, holding her still. The heat of his palm seared her skin, sinking inside and lighting her up. He eased two fingers inside her, stretching her. She gasped and moaned and whimpered all at once. Everything below her bellybutton tightened and quivered.

“Oh, God, Jake.” Her voice came out as a breathy moan. She slammed her eyes shut, titling her head back against the mattress. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she knew she should let go, at least loosen her grip, but she couldn’t get her fingers to co-operate.

He pressed down on her belly to keep her still, but rubbed in a small circle, in what he probably thought was soothing. It wasn’t, not when his mouth was doing such incredibly filthy things to her.

He moved his fingers in a slow but steady rhythm. The stretch and burn sank into her blood, turning it molten.

And then he sucked on her clit.

She made a choked noise, her knees lifting by themselves, her hips tilting up in offering. Every never ending in her pelvis lit on fire, the spark racing through her, setting everything ablaze. She was hurtling toward the edge of something spectacular, every pull of his lips, swipe of his tongue pressing on the throttle.

The press of his fingers sped up, the rhythm making her breath catch. She was so close. Just a little more and she would explode or implode or something. She’d never felt this before, so she wasn’t honestly sure what was going to happen. Only that it was going to be life changing.

He did something with his fingers, rubbed them back and forth over what was clearly her g-spot—a spot that had never been touched before—and she shrieked, thrusting her hips up against him. Her entire body clenched, her muscles clamping down on her bones hard enough to ache. Pleasure spiraled through her, shooting to the tips of her fingers, the ends of her toes, the top of her head.

Her back arched, her entire body strung taught like a guitar string. She wanted to scream, to yell, to sing, but the breath was trapped in her lungs. All she could do was moan, a dirty sound from somewhere deep inside her.

He stilled his fingers, but kept pressure on the spot, his lips and tongue moving gently against her. Both coaxing more from her, and gently bringing her down.

Slowly, her muscles released, her lungs unlocked, and she sank back to the bed. Every soft sweep of his lips or tongue sent streaks of sensation through her. She trembled and gasped, until finally she sank her fingers into his hair and urged him away.

Her gave one last lingering lick, and slowly pulled his fingers free. Her body have one final quiver and throb, yanking another moan from her.

Every inch of her skin felt electrified. Her muscles were like jelly, loose and languid. She honestly wasn’t sure she could move.

Jake stood and bent over her, but kept himself balanced on his hands, not touching, just there. It was almost like he knew touching her would be too much. He bent his head and captured her lips in a soft, but hungry kiss.

She tasted herself on his tongue, which sent a thrill skipping through her. Neither of her past lovers had ever done that before, neither of them so thoughtful. Leave it to Jake to give her another first, but one so high on the list, no one else would ever be able to measure up.

He tried to pull away, but she leaned up and chased his mouth, unwilling to stop kissing him. She felt him smile against her lips, and then he kissed her again, this time a little rougher, a little dirtier. She loved it.

He slid his hand under her head, into her hair. This time, when he pulled away, he tightened his fingers so she couldn’t chase him. The slight pain sent prickles along her scalp, down her neck, across her shoulders. She shivered.

“You doing okay?” His voice sounded like he’d swallowed a handful of gravel, and there was tension in the lines of his face, the way he held himself. His gaze skated over her face, like he was looking to make sure.

A slow, loopy smile spread across her face. “Yeah, I’m good.” The words came out on a breathy sigh. She slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It pulsed against her fingers, and he sucked in a quick breath. His gaze sharpened, his eyes a deep indigo, lust-filled and dangerous. She loved seeing him like this. Almost undone.

A completely undone Jake would be spectacular.

“But I could be even better.” She slid her fingers along the length of him, making sure to slick her thumb through the wetness on the head of his cock with every stroke. He grunted softly with every swipe, his hips flexing. But he kept his gaze locked with hers, his fingers in her hair tightening. “I need you inside me.”

“Oh, fuck.” The words sounded like they were torn from him, more groan than anything else. He pressed a hard kiss to her lips and then stood up. “I need to find a condom.” He turned and glanced around the room. Clearly not seeing what he wanted, he turned back to her and pointed. “Don’t go anywhere.”

He strode out the bedroom door. Claire couldn’t help but watch him go, the flex of his butt completely mesmerizing. After he disappeared into the hallway, she shimmied and rolled onto the center of the bed. Her insides were vibrating like they were trying to escape. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to tame it into something.

Should she find a sexy pose? What the hell was a sexy pose while lying on a bed? Maybe she should roll over onto her side. Lean her head on her arm. Something like that.

Before she could stress too much, Jake was back in all his naked glory, and her worries scattered. He was so incredibly gorgeous, she could hardly breathe, let alone think.

He climbed onto the bed on his knees, and she couldn’t help but reach out and touch him. Run her hands along the smooth muscles of his chest and stomach. Delight in the way they bunched and flexed as he moved. The way goosebumps sprang up when she scraped lightly with her nails. Or the little growly sound he made when she trailed her fingers lower and wrapped them around his erection.