Brianne leaned her shoulder against the hard mirrored wall and opened her eyes for a moment. She glanced down at Jake, his dark hair in stark contrast to her white skin, his strong hands holding on to her thighs and his mouth doing miraculous things to her long-deprived body. She knew she’d been alone but hadn’t realized how lonely she’d been, how empty she’d felt, until Jake possessed her. His arms holding, his hands caressing and his mouth giving to her in ways she’d never experienced before.
Without warning, delicate licks of his tongue were suddenly replaced by bold strokes that made her feel warm and cherished, yet uncontrollably aroused. Each lap was designed to take her higher, closer, and she held on to the bar for support, trying desperately to control the waves rushing through her at lightning speed. But there was no controlling the inevitable, no controlling Jake.
Passion enveloped her, and as she rolled her head to the side, a long, drawn-out groan escaping her throat, she caught a glimpse in the mirror. She saw in erotic detail Jake on his knees, holding her thighs apart, his head dipped in between, worshiping her body in ways no man had ever cared enough to do before. The sight was all it took to send her over the edge.
She shut her eyes and gave herself up to sensation, to the need he had created. And just as the first wave hit, encompassing her body in shuddering bliss, she felt the slide of him inside her, one finger filling the empty space, his thumb pressing hard and deep on exactly the right spot, increasing the magic and prolonging the explosive climax he’d given to her.
It took a while for the rippling sensations to subside, and when they did, Brianne found Jake standing by her side, staring into her eyes. “I’ve never, I mean no one’s ever…” Her words trailed off.
He grinned. “Then, I’m glad I did.”
“Me, too.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw and the barely leashed desire in his eyes told her that he’d satisfied her but he was by no means fulfilled.
Strangely, Brianne understood. Although he’d satisfied her in one way, in another she was still aroused, still felt an emptiness only he could fill. She felt free to indulge those yearnings and give back to him at the same time. Thankfully, he didn’t argue when she reached out to help pull his shirt up and over his head. Male ego versus male desire. No contest there, Brianne thought wryly.
Nor did he utter a complaint when she splayed her fingers over his chest to savor the feel of his coarser, so- masculine flesh. Emboldened, she unbuttoned his jeans and helped him push them, along with his boxers, down to the floor. He kicked the encumbering clothing aside and stood before her completely and gloriously undressed.
Her gaze fell to his erection, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Please say that’s an appreciative sound.” Jake wanted nothing more than to bury his hard, aching body deep inside her.
Somehow she knew. She held her arms out to him, wearing nothing more than the beginning of a slow grin. “Why don’t you come find out?”
He didn’t need more of an invitation. He grasped her around the waist and had her pinned to the floor in seconds flat. Her body was lush and warm, comforting in ways he’d only dreamed about. He’d also dreamed about being part of her, and he’d stuck condoms in his denim pocket, just in case. He snagged his pants and rolled to his side to take care of protection, then rose over Brianne once more.
“So what do you think? Am I appreciative?” she purred.
Her husky voice ripped his hard-won composure to shreds, and he slipped his hand between them, discovering the moist place between her legs and finding it as welcoming as the woman herself. “I think you’re ready for me.”
“I think you’re right.” She spread her legs wide, giving him complete access and utter trust.
He swallowed hard, wondering what he’d done to deserve such an incredible gift, and pushed from his mind the fact that it wouldn’t last. He couldn’t think beyond now, not when he had a job to do and an uncertain future. If they weren’t meant to be, he meant to savor now.
His body was hard and near bursting as he lifted himself over her. “Bend your knees, sweetheart.”
She did as he asked and he helped, spreading her thighs. He touched her moist heat with the tip of his penis and she let out a breathy moan, a revelation of exactly how he affected her. He ought to know, since she did the same to him.
“Jake, please.” She uttered his name in her soft voice.
“Please what?” He needed her to say what she wanted, needed to know he was giving her all she desired.
Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. “Please come inside me.”
As she spoke, her pelvis jerked upward, taking him in one more inch, giving him a taste of what heaven would feel like when he finally earned his way there. He glided the rest of the way, pushing hard, moving deep, and watching the play of emotions cross her beautiful face.
“Come inside you like this-?” He clenched his jaw. He’d entered her but not the way he wanted. Thanks to his shoulder, he couldn’t lean over her, couldn’t feel her body flush against his as he braced himself with both hands and drove into her. Still he lingered, braced on one arm.
She shook her head. “Like this-” she said, then took those long legs, wrapped them around his back and raised her hips higher, embedding him deeper, so deep he was practically kneeling astride her, and the penetration drew a whimper from Brianne.
“Hey.” He forced his eyelids open. “You okay?”
“Amazing.” Her eyes opened wide.
Her expression was nothing short of rapturous and held him by the heart, nearly cutting off his breath.
“It’s been so long and it was never like-” She cut off her own words with a kiss meant to seduce him into oblivion, and it did.
But it was only the beginning of his trip. She raised her hips, rolled her pelvis beneath him, and when her feminine mound came in direct contact with his abdomen, she let out a cry, part sigh, part moan. Upon hearing her satisfaction expressed uninhibited from those precious lips, the remnants of his control nearly unraveled.
“We need to switch positions before you kill your shoulder,” she said softly.
“I think we can manage that.” That she thought of his comfort now caused a softening deep inside his heart, the one he’d walled off years ago. In fact, where women were concerned, he pretended his heart didn’t exist. But Brianne wasn’t just any woman. He’d known that from a mere glimpse. And now she’d proven him right.
Together they attempted a switch in positions that wasn’t easy, but they managed. And then she straddled him. One knee on either side of his thighs, she settled herself on top. The moist heat of her body playfully teased his hard, waiting erection as she subtly shifted her hips.
“Brianne,” he said in a warning she heeded. No more games, she took him completely. He was cushioned in her body, thrusting upward without thought, easing his hard length out and thrusting back in sync with her movements. He felt every liquid push and pull of the exquisite friction they created. She was tighter than he’d imagined, and she cocooned him in suctioning warmth.
With each successive rotation of her hips and press downward, she took him in deeper, hugging him in velvet heat. Hugging him in her embrace, causing emotion to swell along with his growing need.
His excitement had escalated the minute she took him in and increased each time they moved, but now as she undulated along with him, meeting him thrust for thrust and encouraging him with a circular pumping motion, he surged and grew inside her until his climax beckoned.
He felt her milking him with her body, heard her calling his name, and, as her breathing shallowed, she began to come. And at that moment, Jake let himself go, reaching for completion, driving himself into her one last time, as hard, deep and fast as he could. His world exploded around him in the most consuming orgasm he’d ever experienced, enveloping him in hot, wet heat, rocking his body with seemingly endless, cataclysmic waves.
Reality returned slowly, and with it the realization of how different this experience had been from any other. How different Brianne was.
Jake took short, shallow gulps of air as awareness returned. Brianne collapsed on top of him in silence, her breathing as labored as his. Without warning, she let out a low groan and shifted off him, causing him to wonder if he’d underestimated her so-called adventurous spirit. Making love on the floor probably didn’t qualify as a time a girl would never forget-and he was selfish enough to admit he never wanted her to forget him.
Just as he’d never, ever forget her. “We’d better move,” he suggested. He shifted his hips, allowing her to slide off him to lie by his side. The cold rush of air on his body was harsh and unwelcome. “But I liked it better with you
