A sigh slipped out. “Yes.”
The smug expression that filled his handsome face should’ve annoyed her, but it only fueled the desire burning in her blood. Jake’s confidence in the bedroom was one of the reasons she’d been so drawn to him all those years ago.
“As long as we’re both in town, there’s no harm in having a little fling,” she admitted, albeit grudgingly. “But just for the week, Jake, and don’t get any ideas about continuing it when I go back to Denver.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said solemnly.
They eyed each other for several long moments, and then, before she could blink, Jake grabbed her hand and tugged her into the house.
He had her up against the wall in a nanosecond, his mouth coming down hard on hers, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. God, this man knew how to kiss. His lips were firm, unyielding, and his tongue didn’t seek permission before it plunged inside her mouth and teased her to oblivion. He devoured her, licked, sucked, nibbled, and she was gasping by the time he wrenched his mouth away.
“Hop up on the table,” he rasped, even as he lifted her up on the narrow cedar table spanning the hallway wall.
The second her butt connected with the solid wood, Jake dropped to his knees and bunched the hem of her white cotton skirt between his fingers. The calluses on his palms scraped a rough trail on her legs as he dragged the skirt up to her waist. His hungry silver eyes focused on her pink bikini panties, narrowing when he caught sight of the little white bow.
His hoarse voice rumbled over her heated skin. “Still wearing the good girl panties, I see.”
“They’re comfy,” she said defensively.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be much more comfy when I get these panties off you.”
True to his word, he got rid of the underwear, then planted his hands on her thighs and spread her legs. She shivered when the cool air met her fevered flesh. Anticipation gathered in her belly, throbbing in her muscles, tingling her breasts, but Jake didn’t make a move. He just knelt there, eyeing her exposed pussy like a man who’d just discovered a secret treasure.
“Fuck, you’re as beautiful as I remember,” he muttered, moving his gaze from the juncture of her thighs up to her face, which was flushed and scorching. “How do you want it, sweetheart? Slow and easy? Do I ease into it, or take it fast? I remember you always liked it a little rough…”
Bree squirmed, unbearable need building inside her. “Surprise me,” she choked out.
With a grin, he dipped his head and drove his tongue into her wet channel.
“Oh…God, Jake!”
Yep, he’d made the right choice, going for rough and dirty. No man had ever made her scream the way Jake Bishop did.
Bree’s eyes slammed shut as he feasted on her. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, pushing them deep inside and wiggling them around until she was moaning with abandon. Then he flattened his tongue and swiped it over her clit in fast strokes, summoning an orgasm from her in thirty seconds flat. A burst of pleasure exploded between her legs, ripping through her body like a tornado. Black dots flashed behind her closed eyelids. Shallow pants burst out of her lungs.
Jake didn’t give her any time to recover. The moment her moans subsided, he slowed the pace, licking her damp folds with the feather light flicks of his tongue then dipping lower to lap at the juices coating her opening.
“Jesus, Bree, you taste like heaven.”
His tortured voice caused her inner muscles to contract and clamp around the fingers still buried inside her. He gave a resounding groan and continued to work her into a mindless frenzy, swirling the tip of his tongue over her aching clit.
Bree’s head lolled to the side, her neck too heavy to support it. She was in real danger of passing out, and she sucked in a deep breath, trying to clear the sensual fog clouding her brain.
“Jake.”
His name came out on a sigh, and she lowered her hands to his hair, loving the way the short bristles abraded her palm. She was totally digging the buzz cut, and as a mental picture of Jake in uniform floated into her mind, a fresh wave of lust slammed into her.
“Come for me,” he mumbled. “I wanna feel you come again before I fuck you.”
Dirty talk had always been his forte—those raw, husky demands that left her hot and breathless. As he tongued her clit, she teetered on the brink, then toppled right over the edge as a second climax shuddered through her.
She’d barely had time to take a breath when Jake bounced up to his feet, unzipping his pants with his right hand while reaching into his back pocket with the left. He removed his wallet, then a condom, then his jeans.
Bree’s mouth filled saliva as she laid eyes on his cock. He was hard, thick, the circumference of him bigger than that of her wrist, and his tip was engorged and beading with precome.