“I need to come,” he muttered. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
Slow had never been an option when it came to him and Bree. He was too hungry for her, too desperate to cross that finish line. His strokes were hard, erratic. She canted her hips to deepen the connection, wrapping her arms around him. Pain stung his back when she dug her fingernails into his skin. He groaned, dishing out some rough stuff of his own as he drew her bottom lip between his teeth and bit her.
Bree cried out and started rocking beneath him. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, sending a streak of raw heat to his balls as he gave himself over to release and came in an explosive rush of white-hot ecstasy.
As her inner muscles milked every last drop of pleasure from his body, Jake squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in ragged breaths. It took a few minutes before his brain was capable of functioning again and when he opened his eyes, he found Bree grinning up at him. “You okay?” she taunted.
He groaned. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Oh, poor baby.” She stroked his shoulders and pressed her face to his chest, kissing that sweet spot between his pecs. “How can I make it better?”
He rolled them over so that she was straddling him, then reached up to cup her firm breasts. He toyed with her cherry-red nipples, loving the way they hardened beneath his fingertips.
“How about you sit here and let me play with these for a bit,” he suggested in a raspy voice. “And then in ten minutes or so, you can ride me, just like you did the night you tore up the roof of my truck.”
Moaning, she leaned forward and filled his palms with those mouth-watering tits. “Sounds like a plan.”
“I’m hungry,” Bree murmured a couple of hours later. Her head rested on Jake’s sturdy chest, and their legs were tangled together, the hair on his calf tickling the sole of her foot. The warmth emanating from his body was making her sleepy, but her stomach’s grumbling proved to be relentless.
Finally, she wiggled out of his embrace and sat up. “Are you still a lost cause in the kitchen?” she asked.
“Yep.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll whip something up then.”
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, she felt Jake’s hot gaze boring into her back.
“You’ve got the sweetest ass, Bree,” he said in a husky voice. “Remember that weekend your parents went away, a few weeks before graduation?”
Sheer lust slammed into her. She nearly keeled over, her legs shaking as she slid on her jeans.
Jake chuckled. “You do remember. Should we try that again tomorrow?”
Anticipation trickled through her, intensifying when the memory of Jake’s cock buried in her ass burned into her mind. She hadn’t let any other man do that to her. Hadn’t trusted anyone to.
Why did she have zero reservations when it came to Jake Bishop?
Deciding not to dwell on that, she slipped into her bra and V-neck sweater, shot him a mocking smile and said, “We’ll see.”
She heard him chuckling as she left the bedroom. Downstairs, she puttered around in the kitchen, gathering up ingredients and setting them on the enormous work island in the center of the room. As she prepared two turkey sandwiches, her gaze was drawn to the photograph on the other end of the counter, tucked behind the cordless phone cradle and a basket filled with keys and knick-knacks.
It was a shot of Nate and his wife at the lake. The couple gazed at each other rather than the lens, and the mutual adoration in their eyes brought a pang of longing to Bree’s heart. Nate and Charlotte were so completely in love, and like her and Jake, they’d been involved in high school only to go their separate ways. But Nate and Charlotte had found their way back to each other. Just like her and Jake.
Scratch that, it wasn’t like that at all. She and Jake had found their way back into bed, but a relationship between them wasn’t in the cards, same way it hadn’t been back then.
Truth was, the recklessness Jake possessed was a turn-on between the sheets, but not in real life. As a lover, he was off the charts. As a husband, a partner? He came up short. Bree wanted a man she could count on. A man she could talk to. Unfortunately, Jake didn’t do the talking thing—case in point, they’d spent the last three days together and he still hadn’t told her a single detail about his life. He’d been the same way in high school, vocal as hell when it came to sex, but perpetually tight-lipped about his feelings.
“You’re frowning,” came Jake’s gruff voice.