lunged forward and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Passion raced through her, and every nerve-ending in her body felt alive with anticipation-and desire-as they sloppily and hungrily tasted each other.
He pushed her skirt up around her waist and curled a finger around her thong, jerking downward. She tugged his shirt out of his trousers.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“Yes.” The single word came from deep in his throat and echoed her urgency.
“Fuck me.”
“Yes.”
Her hands worked over his fly and boxers as she unveiled his glorious cock. She gasped and took it in her palm, curling her fingers around his velvet smoothness, thumbing over his throbbing maleness. “Oh, my god…” He was, indeed, scrumptious. Long and thick, with a massive head that promised pleasure.
He turned her against the door in one rough, insistent move, then raised her hands over her head. One of his large hands held her wrists tight while the other slid down her back, over her ass, and slipped between her thighs.
Slowly, he dragged a finger into her slit and backwards up between her ass cheeks. Then again. Shivering at his touch, she squirmed against his hand. “More,” she whimpered.
“Goddamn you are hot and wet. Spread for me.”
She arched her back and pushed her ass toward him. His fingers plunged into her. She pushed her shoulders into the door for leverage and groaned.
Heightened passion gripped her as he stroked.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Hurry.” They’d already been gone several minutes. Would anyone notice? In her mind’s eye, she could see him large and engorged behind her, waiting to plunge himself…
He did as she asked.
The length of his silky cock sank into her; she exhaled in exquisite pleasure. He covered her body with his and pushed slowly in and out, both his hands now above her head, laying flat over her arms and hands, holding her there. She was trapped between the door and the hard plane of his body, impaled by his firm flesh and one helluva decadent cock.
She lost all sense of time and place.
Jake groaned and repeatedly pumped into her, over and over again.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” she whispered.
“I could fuck your ass forever,” he breathed.
“Do it.”
His lips were at her ear, his breath moist and warm. “Your pussy is as good as I thought…knew…”
Moaning, and clasping his fingers tightly over hers, he increased his thrusts until she silently panted her own explosive release, mingling her fingers with his grip, and pancaking the side of her face against the door. With a stifled shout, and an overall trembling of his body, he held on to her and lowered his mouth to her shoulder and bit…while he spilled his own release.
Their breathing settled into slow unison. They stayed together against the door for only a moment. Jake pulled out and turned her to face him. Still breathing heavily, she searched his face. Never had she been taken quite so unexpectedly, or spontaneously, by a man who intrigued her as much. His exotic looks and sensuality were her undoing. And at that moment, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with any of the thoughts and feelings racing through her head and heart.
He traced a forefinger over her cheekbone and peered deep into her eyes.
“I’ve not been with a woman in years,” he offered. “You… Dammit. You…”
Then he broke away, shaking his head. She watched as he tucked that marvelous cock of his inside his pants and straightened the rest of his clothing. Finally, rubbing his hands over his face, he lifted his gaze to look at her again. “I’m sorry. I should have had more control.”
She shook her head, ready to say something-to say,
Six months flew through Bree’s psyche with a flash of memory. All of a sudden, she knew why Carson had looked so familiar. She’d not paid him much attention that day, her world totally filled with the man standing before her now. Jake Baldwin. Ginger hadn’t questioned later that day when she said they couldn’t take the two men on as clients. They had an unspoken rule that when one of them said no, the other listened. It was professional suicide, she knew, but it couldn’t happen.
But Jake and Carson had not called back, making it easy.
Now, here they stood, facing each other again.
“So you got your way, huh?” She hooked into his gaze and held.
Shaking himself, Jake took a tentative step forward. “The house, you mean.”
“Yes.”
“We compromised. Sort of.”
“It’s a lovely place.”
The connection between them was magnetic, and she felt drawn to him like she was the back end of a rubber band. It didn’t help that he was slowly walking toward her, increasing the tension.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Bree glanced over her shoulder. “Oh. The benefit. Volunteering. The company…”
He nodded. “I see.” Then, staring off to the side, added, “I couldn’t call back.”
“I was glad you didn’t.”
He jerked back to look at her. “It was…complicated.”
Nodding, she agreed. “Yes.”
“Bree…”
She closed her eyes at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. With him out of sight, the distance between them was even more palpable. Her chest quavered with pins and needles, every nerve ending on edge. And then…
He touched her. Gently. Taking her hand in his.
“I have never been so fascinated by a woman…” he whispered. “And I’ve not been able to get you out of…”
Noise from the living area interrupted their encounter, and Ginger and Ted burst into the kitchen on its heels. They broke away from each other. Jake sidestepped her and moved toward the entrance to the great room. Turning, Bree watched him disappear into the room; then she exhaled, long and hard.
“Goddamn…”
Chapter Three
“Get this auction over and get these people the hell out of here.”
Jake made a bee-line to Carson and hissed out the words in his ear. Turning, his partner studied his face, narrowed his gaze, and dipped his head in agreement. Jake hadn’t intended for the words to come out in such a blunt, angry manner, but they had.
“My, what a cheery character you are this Christmas Eve,” Carson replied. “You better be careful, Santa may leave you nothing but stones in your stocking.” He backed away, swept a hand in front of him and added with sarcasm, “Your wish is my command, sir.”
Jake’s stomach turned. He was an ass and knew it. Taking a half step forward, he reached out for Carson, who turned abruptly and stalked off.
“Shit.” The curse slipped between his teeth.
