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He reaches into the drawer on his bedside table and rips open a condom. Before I have time to even take a breath, he pushes himself into me in one powerful surge. I gasp out loud at the intense pleasure. He waits while I adjust to his thickness, strain showing on his face as hegives me a minute to get used to him inside of me. He touches his head to mine, his forearms bulging with the effort to hold himself back. He leans down and kisses me roughly on the lips before drawing back and surging forward again. With each forceful thrust, I become more and more unhinged. My fingers claw at his back before moving lower to grip his firm ass. I wrap my legs tightly around him so that I can meet him, thrust for sensual thrust.
Chills shoot through me as I feel him shudder.
“You feel too good, so tight,” he says. He kisses me— the most erotic, wonderfully hot kiss that I’ve ever had. Then, he goes even deeper. So deep that it’s almost a pleasure-pain. Just when I think I can’t take much more, I begin to tremble uncontrollably.
The orgasm is so hot and fierce that I scream, “Jake!”
With one final thrust, he yells out and collapses, half on me, half on the bed. He pulls me close and hugs me to him as we both struggle to catch our breath.
Time seems suspended as I lie on the bed, breathing hard, thinking of Jake and what we just did—of what he just did to me. I want nothing to intrude on this moment.
He kisses the top of my head and rolls to lie on his back, pulling me with him. I lay half on him as he soothingly strokes my back.
Neither of us seem to have any words. We lie silently for several minutes, still catching our breath.
Thoughts try to intrude into my head, but I try to push them away. No matter what happens after tonight, I won’t regret what we have done. Jake and I were destined to get to this point sooner or later. Maybe now we have gotten it out of our systems. We both got what we wanted,and there won’t be a need to repeat it. My heart lurches a little at that thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Jake murmurs into my hair.
“Oh, you know, thinking about the weather.”
I feel him smile into my hair. But then, he clears his throat, like he tends to do when he is nervous.
“That was really intense. I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”
“Are you trying to get a compliment out of me? I think you could tell that I don’t have any complaints,” I joke.
I don’t even realize that my fingers are lightly drawing circles on his chest until he puts his hand on top of mine, stopping the movement.
“I’m serious. I don’t usually lose control like that.” I feel his body tense against mine as he waits for my response.
“Jake, it was perfect. You were perfect. And no, you weren’t too rough with me,” I say soothingly. Perfect doesn’t begin to describe this memorable moment. The Jake in my dreams can’t compare with the Jake of my reality.
“No regrets?”
“No regrets,” I agree.
He relaxes against me again.
“I still owe you dinner. I did this all wrong. I was supposed to at least feed you before forcing you to my bed.”
My head still lying on his chest, I bite him seductively on his salty skin. “I’m kind of hungry now that you mention it,” I tease.
He squeezes me in warning. “Do that again, and we won’t be eatingfoodany time soon.”
I laugh and sit up, the sheet covering my nakedness from his heated gaze. “I was promised food, and I intend to get it. Got a shirt I can borrow?”
Chapter Thirteen
Jake
As we walk into the kitchen, my mind spins with what just happened. I can’t remember ever being so out of control with a woman. When she wrapped her legs around me, I was done for. I had to have her.
Is this what happens when a man goes a few months without sex? No, it’s more than that. I’m not a sex-starved teenager who constantly needs a woman. I can’t get her out of my thoughts. For weeks now, all I’ve been able to think of is Lana. When she is near me, all I can think of is ripping off her clothes and burying myself deep inside her. Now that it’s happened, I’d hoped we would be satisfied and could move past this. But now that I’ve had her once, I want more. Even now, I watch her walk in front of me in my T-shirt and feel myself stirring. I want her again. And again. But only a selfish prick would come onto her again so soon after our first time together. Why does she have to look so damn sexy wearing my T-shirt?
Lana leans against the counter and watches me through long lashes as I open the fridge. I have a kitchen designed by one of the best designers in Manhattan with all the latest high-tech, top-of-the-line appliances. Yet, here I am, living my best bachelor life with virtually no food to be had. I grin up at her sheepishly.
“I have some eggs and bread. And that’s about it. How does some takeout Italian sound?”
