He and the others had left to take down some very bad men, and ensure her safety. How could she stay mad at him for that?
As she rinsed the conditioner from her hair, Olivia wondered how long he’d be able to stay before having to leave again. An uneasy feeling began to creep in at the thought, but she quickly shot it down. Jake was here now, and she was going to make the most of whatever time they had together.
After her shower, Olivia quickly dried off. Looking around her small bathroom, she realized the clothes she’d planned to change into were still lying on her bed. Right where she’d left them when the doorbell had rang. Damn.
She felt silly for worrying about it. The man had already seen every inch of her body. Still, she didn’t want to push things too far too fast.
You are everything to me.
Those precious words kept rolling through her mind. It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, but she’d take it...for now, anyway.
With a smile on her face and her towel wrapped around her body, Olivia opened the door and peaked down the hall toward the living room.
She didn’t see Jake on the couch, and assumed he was probably in the kitchen or had gone outside to look around. Either way, the coast appeared to be clear.
In just three quick steps, she was at her bedroom door. Once inside, she shut the door, turned around, and ran straight into a solid wall of muscle.
Olivia let out a little squeak as Jake’s hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her flush against the door. The wood shook from the force of the impact.
He looked like he wanted to eat her alive. In the next second, she was surrounded by his warmth. With his forearms caging her in, Jake pressed the length of his hard body against hers. She almost forgot to breathe.
“Tell me to stop.”
Oh, God. Jake’s voice became so deep and rugged when he was turned on. It was as if he opened his mouth and sex came pouring out.
Olivia could feel her own arousal pooling between her thighs, and he wanted her to stop him? The man was insane.
“I wasn’t going to do this,” he continued before she could respond. “The whole way here, I promised myself I wouldn’t touch you. I know we still need to talk about things, but...Christ, woman, what you do to me. It’s like I can’t think straight when you’re around.”
Jake brought one of his hands down and swept a strand of wet hair from her cheek. His touch was gentle, a complete contrast to the fierce emotions Olivia saw burning in his eyes.
“If you don’t want this, I’ll stop. But, you’ve got to tell me right fucking now, because honest to God, Liv. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”
“Don’t stop, Jake.” Her order was barely a whisper. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His control snapped then, and in an instant, his mouth was back on hers. He kissed and licked and nipped as if he was starved for her. Like he couldn’t get enough.
His mouth moved frantically from her lips to her chin before leaving a wet trail down her neck. Electricity sparked everywhere his mouth touched her, his lips starting tiny little fires all across her sensitive skin.
Not wasting any time, Jake’s hands moved down to where she’d knotted the towel between her breasts. With a quick flick of his fingers, the knot came loose.
He pulled back a step and the white terrycloth fell to the floor, pooling around her bare feet.
Jake stood there, drinking her in as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world. She was far from perfect, but when he Jake looked at her like that, Olivia couldn’t help but feel as though she was.
“I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you are.”
Unable to speak for the emotions running through her, Olivia continued to let him take his fill. Slowly—almost as if he were afraid she would break—Jake reached out and took her breasts into his hands.
Olivia’s breath hitched from the contact. Continuing to knead the soft flesh, he bent down and gently took one of her nipples into his mouth. The warm, wet heat from his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through her system.
“Jake,” she whispered his name.
While he sucked and licked, Olivia’s fingers became entangled in his hair. Eventually, he moved to the other breast where he repeated the same, exquisite torture.
With his mouth busy, Jake’s free hand slid between her legs, his fingers playing her body like a finely-tuned instrument.
Gathering her own arousal, he began drawing lazy circles across her swollen clit. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time.
He continued teasing her with his gentle caresses as their tongues kept up with their erotic dual. Jake moved his hand lower, and Olivia cried out when he speared her sex with two, strong fingers. He began to thrust hard and fast, but it still wasn’t enough.
“God, Jake! Please...I need you!”
Things were moving much faster than their first night together, two months ago. Not that she was complaining.
All at once, Jake pulled his mouth away and slid his fingers from her body. He placed his hands at each of her hips, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. And Holy God, if that wasn’t hot as hell!
Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His jean-clad erection rubbed against her soaked core, but the friction wasn’t enough to relieve the near-painful pressure there.
With his mouth back on hers, Jake spun them around and carried her to the bed. He laid her across it. Then, almost desperately, he stood and shed his own clothes.
Removing the protection from his jeans pocket, he held it up between the same two fingers that had just been inside her. Giving her a boyish grin, he wiggled them and said, “Boy Scout, right?”
Olivia chuckled, knowing he was referring to when they’d been in
