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“Weird good? Or weird bad?” With lightly calloused fingertips, he traced the shell of my ear and it sent little shivers down my spine.
“Weird undecided,” I said, not quite able to keep from smiling. “This is kind of—nice.”
“Yeah?” He slid his hand into my hair and then down to my nape. “Frankie?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you.” A delicious promise hugged those words, and at the same time, a quiet request underscored them.
I’d still been leaning on my elbows, so when he tugged gently, I leaned toward him. Anticipation tightening my stomach and I held my breath as he drew me closer. The first touch of his lips on mine was barely there, light and feathering. Then another kiss, then another. Small, tiny nipping kisses that had me gasping and when I opened my mouth, he swept in with his tongue. Somehow, I went from being on my stomach to my side and Jake was right there, trading nuzzling kisses for deeper, longer and far wetter ones.
He fisted my hair and, when he tilted my head, I went with it. His thigh pressed right up against the apex of my legs, wedging tight as a groan escaped me. With a roll of my hips, I ground against him as he sucked on my tongue. It was dizzying, every teasing stroke of his mouth left me hungry for more. I pressed one hand against his face, the scrape of stubble there rough against my palm.
I forgot how to breathe. Even the light sting of his stubble rasping my face couldn’t make me break from the kiss. I strained against his thigh, needing more even as I ran my free hand against his shirt. I wanted… something. Air whooshed out of me as he rolled me onto my back and one of the pillows tumbled off the bed.
I could have sworn one of the cats leapt away and there was a disgruntled meow that I didn’t have time to truly consider as Jake somehow deepened the kiss. There was no mistaking the heavy weight of the erection pressing against my belly. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I widened my thighs, so he was even closer.
The hot feeling of his hand under my shirt, and then on my breast had me gasping. The contact sent a bolt of pure lust winding through my system. His fingers trapped a peaked nipple, the first touch electric.
Thoughts ping-ponging, I broke the kiss when he gave the lightest twist. It added to the tightening coil gradually setting fire to my system. Panting, I leaned back into the pillow, suddenly aware that I had my hands under his shirt, my fingers against the bare skin of his back. Jake stared down at me. It was like his gaze had weight and texture. He rolled my nipple again and my back arched. God, that felt so good.
“Like that?” The sexy rumble of his voice had me squirming, thighs tight against him, and I wanted more.
“Yes,” I admitted as he pressed a kiss to my throat, and still I was straining. “Almost too much…”
“Nothing’s too much with you,” he murmured. He kissed down to my collarbone and, as he drifted down, I was losing my grip on him. The tank top pushed higher and the cool air was flush against my breasts and my nipples tightened more if that were possible. “You have the prettiest titties,” he whispered. “So pretty.”
How could he tell? It was dark, and his hands were so hot, and I was so chilled. Then his mouth closed over one nipple and I forgot what the hell I’d been asking. It was hot and wet, the pull and suck seeming to draw the tension right up to my breasts and dragging it tighter and tighter. I strained up, my hands finding purchase in his hair.
I wanted him closer, I wanted…he covered my other breast with his hand and then scraped his teeth against the tip in his mouth and a little cry broke from me. What—oh, fuck, that felt good. I’d played with myself—who hadn’t? But this was so much better… He took turns, sucking on one nipple than the other. I was burning up, then he hooked his fingers into my pajama bottoms.
The spiral of my world snapped sharply into focus as he tugged them down.
“Jake,” I gasped out, catching his hand.
“I just want to see,” he whispered. “I wanna make you feel good.”
Oh, he already had, but…
“I haven’t…”
Everything in him stilled, and then his face was close to mine again, his mouth hovering so near I could feel the whisper of his word as he spoke. “Ever?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t quite catch my breath, and the friction of his shirt on my damp, sensitive nipples was making me a little crazy.
“Okay,” he whispered, then kissed me gently. “Okay, just touching then. See what you like, okay?”
What I liked? “Can I touch you?”
“Hell yes, you can touch me,” he murmured, sucking my lower lip out and then dragging his teeth over it. “You can touch me wherever you want.”
I swallowed. I should be objecting, right? Some distant parts of my brain waved frantically like a late commuter rushing to catch the already departing train. I should be on that train, putting the brakes on. We’d barely kissed and now he’d already… Jake bit down lightly on my pulse point, a sucking kiss that disrupted my thoughts even as he eased his fingers beneath the waistband and began to pull my pajama bottoms down.
I could say a lot of things, but what I said was… “Okay.” Then the cool air was against my legs and I was there in a rucked-up tank top and a pair of boy short panties. Jake was on his knees in the middle of my bed. Then he reached behind him and pulled his shirt forward and then off. I barely got a chance to look at him before he kissed me again.
The first brush of his fingers beneath the seam of my panties sent a bolt of shock through me, and I broke the kiss. He paused, staring at me for a minute. I couldn’t look away as he began to run his finger back and forth. I was so wet it was embarrassing, but he smiled.
“You feel good,” he said, then teased a circle around my clit. It must have doubled in sensitivity because I clenched my thighs on his hand. “Too good?” Laughter danced in those words and I nodded a little. “Do you want me to stop?”
