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"We should take this into your room and not do this in the hallway," he says, reaching around me and opening the door.
Stumbling into the room, not wanting to let each other go, Jake holds me tight around my waist. Once Atticus is in, he closes the door and presses me back against it.
"Atticus, go lay down," he says, and the dog immediately jumps on the couch and lies down. From there Atticus has a perfect view of the entire room and of course, us.
I open my mouth to ask if he needs some food or water, but Jake's lips are back on mine again before I can get any words out.
His warm, firm lips are kissing me, and his arms run down my sides, gripping my ass, pulling me towards him even closer until I can feel his heart beating. Then he pulls my leg up giving him better access to my already wet core. When he grinds himself into me, I can feel the hardness of his cock. How hard he is for me.
Restlessly, I move, trying to get pressure where I need it most. I'm on fire, my body is trembling, and I’m so close to exploding just from the kissing and the little touching we've been doing. As I move, attempting to get him where I want some relief, he lets out a long groan that is sexy as hell.
Then he picks me up, so I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed and gently sets me down all without his lips leaving mine.
"If you don't want this, you need to stop me now," he whispers as he glides his lips down my neck.
There is no way I'm stopping this, no universe where I say I don't want him. Without words, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me.
"Don't stop," I breathe.
"Fuck," he mutters before turning and going toward the door.
My heart sinks. Well, at least he had more self-control than I did. When he reaches it, he locks it and comes back to me.
Not wasting a minute, his lips crash onto mine again. When he reaches for my dress, he hesitates, like he's waiting for me to tell him no or change my mind. Eagerly, I help him by lifting my arms up in a silent acknowledgment. He looks into my eyes, and the desire on his face is not something I've ever experienced. It makes me even hotter to see how much he wants me.
A moment later, my dress is gone and on the floor. When I reach for his shirt, eager to see his muscular chest, he tenses before ripping it off. Standing in front of me, he's breathing heavily, and he lets me gaze at his magnificent upper body. Wow, it doesn’t disappoint! The first thing that I see is the black ink tattoos on his upper arms and chest, and scattered around them are the scars. Some of the scars are clean cut, and some are jagged.
I reach out and trace a few of them, realizing I know nothing of his story, and I suddenly want to, but there's no way in hell I'm stopping this to ask. So I pull him back to kiss me some more. Urgently, like I’ll die if he stops.
But the spell is broken when he puts me on the bed and crawls in after me. Reaching behind my back, his large hands unhook my bra, which joins the other clothes on the floor.
“You are so beautiful,” he mutters. Then, his heated mouth teases along my neck, making me hold my breath in anticipation. When his kiss lands on my collarbone, then behind my ear and the hollow of my throat, it ignites a fire deep in me. I want more. Much more.
Taking one of my nipples into his mouth, he worships me with his tongue.
The gentleness of his tongue, combined with the hard sucking, causes a bolt of pleasure to shoot through my body. After giving my other breasts the same devoted attention, he moves his glorious lips kissing down to my stomach and stops at the waistband of my panties.
He pauses, looking up at me for permission. Quickly, I nod because holy hell, that last thing I want him to do is stop. He slides my panties slowly down my legs. Judging by his sharp intake of breath and the bulge behind his boxers, he likes what he sees. Finally, he stands, taking all of me in, and I let him boldly look at me. Our eyes lock, and my body is on fire, ready to go. He pulls off his boxer briefs, and his very large, very wide, very erect cock springs out. While I’m gazing at him in awe, he lets out a string of curses. "I don't have a condom," he says.
I can't help but laugh.
"Check the nightstand. Lexi dropped some off this morning, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why, but I get it now," I tell him.
With relief written all over his face, he quickly moves towards the nightstand. He rolls the condom on at record speed before climbing into bed with me.
Caging me and resting on his elbows, while keeping his weight off of me, makes me feel safe. I never understood why girls loved this position so much, but I get it now, this feeling of security. It’s as if he's protecting me from the rest of the world.
Then I hear some shifting over on the couch and I remember Atticus.
"What about Atticus?" I ask, suddenly nervous about a dog watching us.
He looks over his shoulder for a moment and then shifts, pulling the blankets over us.
"He'll be asleep in a minute anyway," Jake says before leaning in to kiss me and tracing his fingers over my belly down to my clit where he gently rubs me. Even from this slightest touch, I can feel the wetness surge between legs causing me to tremble. When his fingers move further down, rolling over my clit, he can feel how soaking wet I am. This time his moan matches mine.
"Baby, you are soaked," he smirks.
"I always am around you." I pull him back down for another breathtaking kiss.
