Jake’s smile faded as he rolled the condom onto his swollen cock. “I know I should take this slow, but—”
“I don’t want slow,” Olivia interrupted him. Her eyes wandered down to the object of her desire. “I just want you. Inside me.” She looked back up into his eyes and added, “Now.”
She knew she sounded bossy, but from the way Jake was looking down at her, he liked it.
With that damn sexy smile, he gave her a salute with what were quickly becoming her two favorite fingers. “Yes, ma’am.”
He covered her body with his. Propped on his elbows to keep from crushing her, Jake used one knee to spread her legs further apart.
Eyes locked on hers, he eased into her in one, fluid motion. And just like that, all was right in her world.
****
Home. It was the first thought Jake had as he slid his body into Olivia’s slick heat. Nothing had ever felt so good...or so right.
He moved his hips forward, burying himself as deeply as he could go. It still didn’t feel like enough. With her, it never was enough.
Moving together, Olivia met him thrust for unbelievable thrust. Jake knew this first time was going to be quick, and sensed her urgency, too.
As their pace increased, her body began to quiver beneath his. Jake was already close, but he was determined to take care of her first.
Sliding one hand between them, he gathered some moisture onto his fingertips from where their bodies were connected. Pressing onto her swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure, Jake began moving his fingers in fast, tight circles.
He watched as Olivia threw her head back onto the mattress and squeezed her eyes shut. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back. God, he loved how uninhibited she was with him.
Jake clenched his teeth together. His lower back tingled, and his balls grew tight. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Thankfully, he didn’t think he’d have to.
Olivia’s breathing increased. Her entire body vibrated against his, and when her thighs squeezed his hips and her heels dug into his ass, he knew she was right on the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he panted the words between thrusts. “Come for me.”
Olivia cried out, her back arching off the mattress. Her inner walls clamped down on his cock, sending him straight into his own release. Jake grunted out her name as his own climax hit.
He continued thrusting wildly, as he came, determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure for them both.
Eventually, his movements slowed and he collapsed in a heap on top of her. After a few minutes—or hell, it could have been hours—he heard her sweet, muffled voice from below him.
“Um, Jake?”
“Hmm?” was all he could manage.
“I can’t breathe.”
“Shit. Sorry.” With what little energy he had left, Jake lifted up, pulled himself out, and rolled onto his back beside her.
“So,” Olivia spoke between heaving breaths. “Why exactly...did you promise...to keep...your hands to yourself?”
Jake turned onto his side, facing her. Apparently, she was still too tired to do the same, because Olivia only moved her head so she could see him better.
She was flushed, her eyelids heavy with pure satisfaction. Jake felt like the king of the fucking world, knowing he was the one to put that look on her face.
Lazily, he ran a fingertip down her arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
“I didn’t want you thinking I was only here for a booty call.” He raised one eyebrow and looked at her pointedly.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Looking chagrined, she bit her bottom lip. “Oh.”
“Yeah...oh.” He leaned over and kissed her slowly. “You have to know I would never do that to you. This thing with us, it’s not casual, Liv. Not for me.”
She smiled, her relief obvious, and he felt like an ass for making her think for even one second that he felt otherwise.
“Me, neither.”
“Good. And just so we’re clear, there’ll be no one else. Not for me,” he kissed her again, just because he could, “and not for you.” With a hard stare, he let her know under no uncertain terms, “I won’t share what’s mine.”
Not waiting for a response—because nothing she could say would ever change his feelings about that—Jake stood up and started to walk out of the room.
“Where are you going?”
Without turning around, he spoke over his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
He went into the bathroom, found a washcloth, and put it under some hot water. After taking care of the condom and cleaning himself up, he rinsed the cloth out again and walked back into the bedroom.
She was still lying in the same spot. Her eyes were closed, and she hadn’t moved an inch. Jake smiled, taking a second to appreciate the pure beauty that was his Olivia.
He hadn’t lied about his reasons for trying to stay hands-off, but there was more to it. He hadn’t wanted to take her again until he’d told her the truth about her brother’s death.
That was before she walked into her bedroom wearing nothing but that damn towel. The second she did, he’d lost every ounce of self-control. With her, it seemed he had none.
Jake’s original plan had been to show up, confess it all, and beg for her forgiveness. Then, he saw that damn gun in her waistband, immediately turning his entire focus to her safety.
The sex traffickers were no longer a threat. He knew that with absolute certainty. But knowing some other sick fuck could be out there, toying with her, put a knot in his gut.
Even if it was just some harmless fan, Jake still wanted to find the guy and pound his face in.
And he was still going to tell her about what really happened to Mike, but first, he needed to make sure she truly was safe. Once he was certain of that, he’d tell her everything.
For now, it could wait. She had enough to worry about, without adding his betrayal
