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He did so, letting her fall onto the mattress. She did a little bounce and propped herself upon the pillows. Naked and gorgeous, with the late afternoon sun gilding her skin gold, he stood at the foot of the bed, staring. Speechless. Most likely with his mouth hanging open like some sort of damn fool.
Her delicate hands rested on her stomach, long, elegant fingers tracing light circles upon her flesh as she contemplated him. He watched those fingers as if mesmerized, enjoying the simple way she touched herself.
Imagining Mia touching herself in other places…like between her legs. Those pretty fingers pleasuring herself while he watched.
His mouth went as dry as the Sahara at the mere thought.
“Are you going to join me? Or are you just going to stand there and watch?” Her brows lifted, mouth pursed in a sexy little pout. He marveled at the difference in her, wondered if she was always this way when it came to sex.
A sudden wave of jealousy smacked him and he emitted a growl of possession. The mere thought of Mia being with another man made him want to punch his fist into the wall.
“I’m having fun watching,” he said, wondering at her reaction. Would she run with it and put on a show? Or give in to those inhibitions that she so readily displayed earlier and demand he join her?
Though he had to admit she hadn’t been very inhibited earlier when he finger fucked her in his truck. His cock gave a little jerk at the memory.
“I must admit it, I have a nice view as well,” she teased, her gaze taking a slow perusal from the top of his head down. Settling right at his groin, her eyes widened with what he hoped was appreciation at the sight of his erect cock.
“You have a beautiful body,” he murmured, disappointed when her legs clamped together and drew up, bent at the knees.
“My breasts are too small,” she blurted, then immediately looked contrite. Her hands even rose as if to cover them.
“No, they’re not. They’re—perfect.” He paused, her hands hovering just above her chest and he gave
her a slight nod. “Touch yourself.”
“What?” Her eyes widened, hands still hovering and he gave a little jerk of his head.
“Touch yourself. Touch your breasts. I want to watch you,” he urged, his voice low, dark.
Would she take the dare? Or would she chicken out?
Jake waited anxiously for her next move.
Chapter Five
Mia studied him as her mouth curved into a frown. He really wanted her to touch herself? And watch? As if she’d ever done anything like that before.
The answer to that, of course, would be a big fat no.
Jake appeared as if he wasn’t about to back down from his request. He stood at the foot of her bed magnificently naked and not too shy with it either. His body was gorgeous, so large and muscular. She caught sight of a variety of scars, many old, some fresh and she wondered if the newer ones came from his accident.
How she wished he were closer so she could touch him. Caress his old wounds and whisper in his ear that she would make it all better. He needed someone to take care of him. A woman that didn’t make a big deal what happened to him but still knew how to meet his needs.
She wanted to be that woman. A startling revelation but the absolute truth.
“You want me to touch my breasts.” It wasn’t spoken as a question. Her hands settled upon her skin, tentative as they curved around her small breasts. And they were small. She’d had more than one guy express his disappointment at her breast size, especially when she wore the push-up or padded bras. Bras she didn’t bother with anymore because who wanted to see all of that disappointment?
“Yeah, I do,” he growled, his voice pitched so low she barely heard him. The look on his face was downright primal. His brows lowered, jaw tense, eyes sparkling with uncontained excitement.
It was sexy…the way he looked at her. Made her feel powerful.
Mia slid her hands up and over her breasts, drawing her index fingers and her thumbs together so that she could tug on both of her already hard nipples. He moaned, and her skin tingled, the little nubs rock hard and aching for more.
So she gave them more. Circling her fingers around them, pulling on them again, she played with herself. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the way she touched herself. At the way his hot gaze followed her every move.
“Lower,” he encouraged, and she didn’t hesitate. Her hands slid down her belly, stroking and teasing, so that her right hand settled over her mound. The crisp curls of her pubic hair rubbed against her palm, and she pressed hard. Giving enough pressure upon her clit that if she kept that up, what with the way he watched her, she’d be coming in an instant.
Amazing considering she’d never thought herself particularly orgasmic. She’d always had to work for it in the past.
