“I . . . I love you. I love you, too, Jake.”
His heart surged—how he had wanted to hear her say that! But could he trust it? “Robin . . . are you sure? Are you sure this is what you want? That would make me so incredibly happy . . . but I can’t help wonder, what about all those expectations you’re so afraid of?”
The rain was coming a little harder now; Robin pushed a hand through her damp hair, looked wildly about. “I don’t know, I don’t know! I only know that I don’t want to be without you, not now, not ever. I can’t imagine how barren my life would be if you weren’t in it, Jake. Can you just accept that for now?” she asked and flashed a rueful smile up to the leaden night. “I don’t know how to explain, because I am still trying to sort everything out. I just can’t seem to put it all together yet—I only know that you make me happy,” she said, her eyes pleading with him.
It was enough.
Jake reached for her, pulling her possessively into his embrace. Robin turned her face up to his like a sunflower. Raw need and desire was flooding him now, swept along by the rain. He devoured her lips as he pushed her back, and when she stumbled, he picked her up, holding her against the full length of him until he reached the garage, where he put her down only long enough to push the small side door open.
Just as he pushed her through the door, the skies opened above them.
Robin was reaching for him inside the dark cavern of his garage, and he pushed her up against his Harley, buried his face in her neck. Her arms tightened around him and they clung to one another, Jake nuzzling her neck, Robin stroking his damp hair.
“How did you do it?” she murmured helplessly in his ear. “How did you manage to crawl under this shroud with me? I’ve never let anyone in, no one, yet there you were, lying next to me, forcing me to breathe—”
Jake cut off her examination of a thing too precious and fragile with his kiss. “Hush,” he whispered, caressing her face, and kissed her more fully, tasting her sweet breath, dipping into the soft recesses of her mouth. Robin’s hands slid down his back, to his waist, circling him, pulling him into her body and pressing against his hardening cock. He ground his hips against hers, acutely aware that she felt so right in his arms, fit so perfectly, and wondered madly how he ever thought to give her up.
His hands slipped beneath her blouse, covering her ribcage, and moving slowly up, until his fingers brushed against the hardened nubs of her breasts beneath her camisole. Robin arched her back, so that her breasts filled his hand within the confines of her shirt. Eager and tantalized, Jake slipped one hand out and roughly handled the little buttons up the front of her shirt until it fell open, then pushed the garment from her shoulders.
Robin stepped out of his embrace, leaned against his bike, holding on to the handlebar. A soft smile spread across her lips as he gazed down at the lush fullness of her breasts beneath a thin camisole. Slowly, carefully, he lifted his hand, let his palm graze her breast on a whisper. Robin moaned, unthinkingly lifted her breasts, seeking his palm, and Jake obliged her, his fingers closing around the pliable mound, his thumb brushing across the turgid nipple. Robin’s eyes fluttered shut; her head lolled back as he moved his hand over and around her breast.
Her breath was coming quicker now and his cock was throbbing against the prison of his jeans. Yet as much as he wanted her, as much as he wanted to be deep inside her, he wanted to prolong the moment for as long as he could, to admire, with all due reverence, the beautiful woman who had come to say she loved him. His hand drifted over the camisole again. “Take it off,” he whispered gruffly.
Robin reached for the hem, slowly lifted it over her head, revealing two perfect globes as she settled back on the seat of his bike. Jake stood motionless, marveling at his sheer dumb luck. With a dip of her head and a wicked smile that would have sent lesser men to their knees, Robin propped one leg on the gas tank, the other against the floor as her fingers fluttered over her breast, against the dark, almond nipples. One hand drifted down her bare belly, to the top of her jeans, which she easily unsnapped.
Jake’s heart was pounding like a drum now.
She quickly undid the rest as Jake removed his shirt, her eyes never leaving his, her hand never leaving its careless play with her breast. And when she slipped her hand inside her jeans and moaned softly, Jake thought he might come before he ever even touched her.