“Who you calling old?” He grabbed her hand and brought it back to his erection. “Still rock hard and raring to go, sweetheart.”
And with that, he shoved her onto the table again and wrenched her skirt up. Bree’s heart pounded as she watched him sheath himself with a condom. God, she needed to have him inside her again. Last night had been too brief, a mere warm-up compared to what she knew Jake was capable of.
And he didn’t prove her wrong.
He drove his cock into her soaking wet core in a stroke so hard that the table jarred the wall and a small picture frame crashed to the floor. They both ignored it; Jake simply kicked away the sturdy wood frame, withdrew, and plunged right back in.
He still wore his T-shirt, but damn it, she wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingertips. She slid her hands under his shirt and dug her fingernails into the sleek sinew of his back.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered roughly.
She did, and immediately he deepened his thrusts. Jake’s mouth covered hers as he pistoned his hips, his arm coming down so he could grind the heel of his hand against her clit. He applied just the right amount of pressure, stroking that swollen nub as his cock stroked her core. It wasn’t long before she came again, a wild rush of pleasure that seized her body and rippled through every muscle, every inch of skin.
Jake took longer to reach that explosive end. His thrusts were relentless, his rhythm fast and controlled. The sound of their flesh slapping together and the warmth of his breath as he buried his head in the crook of her neck was achingly familiar and utterly thrilling.
Before she could stop herself, the words “I missed you too” flew out of her mouth.
And pushed Jake right over the edge.
His teeth sank into her neck as he came, but the sting of pain only turned her on. She had missed him, she realized. Missed his rough hands and talented tongue and wicked cock. Missed the way he moved and smelled, the wild streak that made him dominant and insatiable when it came to sex.
She mumbled a disappointed sound when he pulled out, now missing the feeling of fullness, completion. When she stared at his gorgeous face, the hazy look in his eyes made her want to purr like a contented kitten. “Bedroom,” he grunted out.
“No can do, caveman.” She received great joy from the disappointed noise he made. Sliding off the table, she searched the floor for her panties. “I’m having dinner with my family tonight.”
Jake frowned.
“Hey, I told you I have family obligations this week,” she said with a shrug, adjusting the hem of her skirt.
“So, what, you only stopped by for a quickie? I feel used.”
“Oh, don’t give me that pouty look. You like being used and you know it.”
After a second, a lopsided grin tugged his mouth up. “Yeah, I do.”
Bree forced herself not to look as he rolled the spent condom off his softening erection and tucked himself back in his jeans—otherwise she’d be tempted to stick around a while longer. Temptation, after all, was Jake’s middle name.
“Will you come back later tonight?” he asked as he zipped up his pants.
“Probably not. My brother’s driving in from Denver for dinner, so I want to spend some time with him. I haven’t hung out with Gabe in ages.”
Jake raised a brow. “But you both work at the same law firm.”
“In different divisions. Sure, we pass each other in the hall fifteen times a day, but Gabe’s been as busy as I have, so we never have time to exchange more than a quick ‘hello, how are ya?’”
She waited for Jake to work the charm and try to dissuade her from hanging out with her big brother tonight, but to her surprise, he simply nodded and handed her the purse she’d dropped on the floor before he’d mauled her. “Say hi to Gabe for me.”
Jake opened the door for her, but before she could walk through it, he yanked her into his arms and kissed her. Bree melted into his broad chest, breathing in the woodsy scent of his aftershave. When he broke the kiss, she felt a little dazed.
“Tomorrow then?” Urgency lined his deep voice.
She nodded. “I’ve got the whole day free. My parents have plans.”
“Good. Come by when you get up. I’m having breakfast with my mom, but after that, I’m free too.” He grinned. “We’ll spend the day in bed. Just like old times.”
A few minutes later, Bree was driving back to her parents’ house, while Jake’s words continued to linger in her mind.
Just like old times.
“What the heck am I doing?” she mumbled as she came to a stop at an intersection off Main Street.
Having a little fun, that’s all.
Right. Fun. With Jake.