I don’t answer with words. I couldn’t. Instead, I lean down and seal my mouth to his.
The kiss isn’t sweet; it’s desperate. Jake lets out a low, ragged growl in the back of his throat, his hands slidingfrom my face down to my shoulders, tugging me into his lap until I straddle him completely on the narrow couch.
We are an unyielding collision of lips and tongues that taste like salt and heat. My hands fly to his hair, gripping the thick, dark strands, pulling him closer until there is no space left between us. I need to be closer. I need to fuse myself to his skin until my last name doesn’t mean anything anymore.
“Campbell,” he rasps against my lips, his hands tearing at the hem of my blouse, pulling the fabric up and over my head in one fluid, impatient motion. He tosses it blindly onto the floor. His palms find the bare skin of my waist, fingertips scraping deliciously against my ribs, making me shiver against him.
I reach down, my hands clawing at the waistband of his jeans, tugging at the button with rabid hunger. His hands do the same, working my jeans and panties down my hips until I lift myself enough to push them away. Our movements are clumsy, driven by hurried need, a desire that feels as much like lust as it does survival. The secrets are gone. The corporate rules are dead. We are fully locked into this moment together. And I need him like I need oxygen.
Jake shifts his body, his boots digging into the hardwood floor as he lifts me effortlessly against his chest, rising from the sofa without breaking our kiss. He carries me the dozen or so steps to his bed, then flattens my back on his mattress, lowering himself over my body and caging me between his arms.
The sheets are cool against my back, but Jake’s body is a furnace. He pins me beneath him, his heavy thighs framing my hips, his hard cock digging into my center. The ambient light from the alley window catches the sharp lines of his face, the dark sweat dampening his hair, a protective hunger in his eyes.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice thick and rough. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper, my words a breathless confession. “Jake, please.”
He sits up enough to kick off his boots and strip down his jeans, kicking them from the foot of the bed before settling back between my thighs. To know he’s been wearing nothing under those jeans all night somehow makes me wetter. At any point, he could have pushed me against a wall and pulled out his cock, driving it into me. I would have let him. I’ll let him now.
Anywhere. Whenever. However.
His hands find my hips again, and they aren’t gentle. They’re possessive, anchoring me to the mattress as he leans down to bury his face in the crook of my neck. His mouth is everywhere, his lips biting gently at the sensitive skin of my collarbone, his tongue tracing a path of fire to the valley between my breasts.
I arch into his touch, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back. Every touch feels more urgent; every gasp echoes in the small studio like thunder.
When he slides his hands beneath my thighs, lifting my knees to his shoulders, his eyes never leave mine. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze that numbs me, a silent, desperate plea for me to see him, to accept everything he is offering.
“Look at me,” he whispers, his breath hot against my lips.
I lock my eyes onto his as he lifts himself just enough to hold my gaze hostage. My fingers tighten their grip on the bedsheets, balling into fists as I breathe deeply, my body defenseless, willing.
He hesitates, and I realize he’s waiting for me. To know if we need to rifle through his drawers and pockets, mypurse, for a condom. I shake my head and utter, “We’re good.”
I got an IUD last week. For me, not for . . . only this. Though, the benefits of feeling his hot skin against mine, no barriers, is definitely the added perk.
He pushes the tip of his cock into me, then halts. The sudden stop leaves me breathless, and I let my eyes plead with him as his lips form a taunting sneer.
“Ask for it.”
“Please,” I whimper, my legs locked down over his shoulders, the weight of his pelvis holding me in place, my pussy pulsing with need as he barely gives me a taste.
“Please what?”
I whine, arching my back but not doing anything to force him deeper.
“Fill me, Jake. Fuck me now, please,” I moan, my voice loud and my wish clear.
His cock sinks into me at an agonizingly slow pace, and I moan through every inch.
“Watch me fuck you, Campbell,” he commands, urging me to lift my head enough to see. His hips pull back, and his slick shaft leaves me entirely.
He’s dripping with my arousal, and it takes little effort for him to sink into me again, rocking his hips back once he’s as deep as I can handle. I bite my lip, loving the way his cock looks covered in me, slipping between my legs, driving into me.
Then he drives into me harder.
A choked gasp tears from my throat, my eyes widening as the sheer, consuming fullness of him stretches me open. It is an intense, almost spiritual release of tension. The friction is a burning, exquisite ache that centers me completely in my own body. Jake pauses for a fraction of a second, hismuscles trembling under the strain of holding himself back, his forehead leaning against mine as we both breathe through the sudden, overwhelming wave of sensation.
“Campbell,” he groans, my name a plea against my mouth.
