Page 30 of Fight from the Heart

He tugs the silky material forward, and my breasts tumble free for Jacob’s inspection.

“So perfect.” His eyes widen in delight, gazing at the achy globes like a kid longing for candy. No, like the devil ready to feast. Cupping the firmness of one in his palm, he lowers his head to meet the already hard nub. His tongue sneaks forward, and he traces around it before opening wide and filling his mouth. He sucks hard, his tongue wild until he pulls back, tugging at the sharp peak with his lips. He moves to the other breast and repeats the action.

Pulling away from me, he lies back while rubbing a hand up my spine. His eyes meet mine.

“Lie on top of me, Lilac.” With no willpower to deny my attraction to him, I ignore the niggling warning once more that we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m convenient. I’m present. Jacob isn’t really attracted to me. He’s seduced by our situation. Another night. A snowstorm. It’s forced proximity attraction and nothing more.

Fool that I am, I dismiss all thoughts and climb over him, straddling him before lowering my chest to press against his. I hiss at the sizzle between our skin.

“Your body,” he whispers without further explanation. “Must kiss you.” He tips up for my lips while his hands rub over my back, heating my skin further under his touch. While we kiss, my body adjusts, my center finding the covered tip of his hard length. In black leggings, the cotton material does nothing to lessen the heat at my core. I squeeze my thighs at his hips.

He breaks from our kiss. “Need to be closer. Clothes. Off.” The final words are a demand I agree with. Scrambling off him, I stand, and he watches as I slip my leggings to my feet, revealing a light purple thong.

“More purple,” he whispers, eyes lasered in on the lacy material hardly covering anything. He shifts to sit upright and reaches out for my hips. He tugs me forward and presses kisses to my lower belly. I’m aware that I don’t have a flat tummy, and the thin straps of the thong cut into my skin a bit, but Jacob pays no attention to those things. He sucks at my stomach and lowers to run his nose over the lace.

“Do you know how perfect you are, Lilac?”

I chew at my lip, unable to answer him, and he startles me by quickly standing. His hands come to my cheeks, and he leans forward to kiss me once more. His mouth is a wonderland, demanding and firm. Taking away every kiss before him and ruining me for every kiss moving forward.

“I never would have imagined . . . well, I imagined, but I didn’t want to presume I’d get this chance. I need to grab something from my office.”

I nod, knowing what he needs before he steps away, but I’m more focused on the fact he admitted he’s imagined something. Has he dreamed of having sex with me? How could that be?

His disappearance lets reality seep in. What am I doing? Reaching for the comforter, I take a seat and tug the thick material to my neck. Jacob returns rather quickly, drops packets to the floor near the couch, and then adds a log to the fire, stoking it back to a blaze. I watch him as he shucks off his jeans and boxers. At some point, his socks were removed. He loves to be barefoot, and it’s a strange thing to note about him.

I look up at him with the glow of the flames behind him. Standing before me is a magnificent man, cut in a way every muscle stands on display. His thighs. His chest. His dick. He’s firm everywhere, and my confidence wanes.

Are we really doing this?

Jacob tugs at the blanket I’m clutching like a shield and tosses it to the floor. I lean back, needing space to escape his hungry gaze. Lowering to his knees, Jacob wedges his body between the tight space of the fireplace hearth and my knees. He reaches forward and tugs at my underwear, forcing my hips upward a second to remove the material. He tosses my underwear over my shoulder, where it lands somewhere behind the couch.

“I need another taste,” he growls. Spreading my thighs, he positions himself closer and lowers for folds already ripe with desire. He delves into me with his tongue as eager as his kisses. My legs quiver but firm palms hold me in place as he devours me like a starving man. My fingers wrap around his head while he laps and licks, and I quickly shatter. My heavy groan of pleasure mixes with the crackle of the fire.

“So good,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thighs as I come down from the high. He reaches for a packet on the floor.

Making quick work to cover himself, he tugs me forward by my hips, then positions himself at my entrance.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Startled by his words, he surges forward, filling me to the hilt in one swift movement. I arch into him. My head tips back. My eyes roll. I’ve never been so full, so fast. He’s solid everywhere, and this part of him is no exception. I pull back to lift my legs and wrap them around his hips, heels pressing into the firmness of his perfected ass to keep him attached to me.

“Not going anywhere, angel,” he warns before thrusting forward again. My arms circle his shoulders while he remains on his knees, filling me. He surges forward several times before pressing me back. Confused at first, I realize the position is so he can watch. He wants to watch himself disappear in me. As I angle back, his eyes fixate on our performance. My hips lift to crash with his rhythmic pace.

“Lilac,” he strains. The thrill builds again, something that’s never happened to me.

“I’m going to . . . again,” I warn him, surprised at how quickly my body responds to him a second time. His hand presses on my lower belly while his thumb slips between us, working at my pleasure point.

“Please,” I beg, not wanting to give up this sensation. The build swirls up my thighs and hovers over my belly. I’m so close.

Jacob shifts, and the movement triggers me to let go again. Muttering his name like a curse and a prayer, I break, clutching at him with my heels at his ass and fingertips digging into his hips to hold him to me.

“My turn,” he growls. He quickly pulls out of me. “Kneel up on the couch.” His hands guide me at the hips to flip and climb up on the cushion. On my knees, he follows me. I’m lost to his control.

Do with me what you will.

I lean over the back of the couch, and Jacob enters me. As he thrusts harder, hitting deeper and moving faster, I grunt and groan.

“So beautiful like this, angel.” With the devil at my back, I’m taken in a way I’ve never experienced. Jacob’s fingers clutch at my hips, nearly bruising the skin. He dives into me over and over again. Our position is raw and racy, with the fire at our back like some ancient ritual. Each thrust becomes more wild, more desperate with need until he stills, holding himself within my depths, and the evidence of his release is undeniable. His upper body leans back while his hips tip forward, holding him in place. Glancing at him over my shoulder, he’s a gorgeous creature in the throes of lust.

Eventually, he collapses over me. His warm chest covers the expanse of my back, and we remain in this position, still connected to one another. With the power of his orgasm, I silently praise the glory of condoms.