With a groan, Jake swept her up, carried her through the darkened door beside them, and deposited her at the foot of his bed. She smiled in that wicked way of hers, reached up to wrap him in an embrace as she kissed his mouth, his eyes, his cheek.
And then she pushed him down on the bed. Hard. She crawled over him, straddling him, holding herself victorious above him. “You are making me crazy,” she said hoarsely, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. With the speed of a snail, she pulled the flimsy blouse open, revealing a dark red, lacy bra that barely covered her breasts. She tossed the blouse aside, reached for his hand, and pressed it against her breast.
Something primal and deep kicked Jake hard in the balls; blood was surging through him like a raging river, ripping through his veins. He had never desired anyone or anything so completely in his life. The need to fill her was so overpowering that he couldn’t stop now even if he tried. With a surge of strength, he toppled her over, moved her onto her back in one movement, then covered her with his body, pinning her hands above her head.
Robin laughed.
“You never learn, do you?” he asked, kissing her.
“So I’ve heard.”
He pressed his mouth against hers, thrust his tongue inside, sending them both into the dark of his oblivion. Somehow, he managed to free her breasts of the bra she wore. The touch of his fingers across her taut nipple undid him; he gripped her wrists tighter above her head. Her chest was heaving; she looked up at him with a glint in her eye, and he chuckled deep in his throat while his eyes feasted on her body, awed by how the curvy shape of her formed his desire. “Be still,” he murmured.
“Touch me,” she whimpered breathlessly.
Turned on like a bolt of lightning, Jake growled as he unbuttoned her pants, slowly unzipped them, and slipped his hand inside. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Ah hell, he had died and gone to heaven. He slipped a finger into the space between her pants and her crotch, just barely brushing the wild curl there, and Robin squirmed. He then slipped his finger between the wet folds of her sex.
“Oh God,” she moaned, tossing her head back, bearing her long neck to him. Jake let go of her hands, kissed her bare belly, and moved lower, catching her pants in his teeth and, with help from his hands, pulling them from her hips, his mouth brushing the spring of curls, inhaling her feral scent.
She was writhing now, kicking off her pants and opening her legs wider, giving him access. When his tongue slipped between her damp lips, her hips bucked and she made a guttural sound of pleasure that sent the blood pounding through Jake, engorging his heart and his penis. But he held on, and with painstaking consideration, he began to explore her with his tongue, laving every crevice, flicking airily across the core of her desire, then deep into the recesses of her body.
Robin’s response was explosive; she was moving against him, gasping for breath, the little cries of pleasure coming quicker and quicker in anticipation of release. He stroked her, sucked her, nibbled as if she were a delicacy until she almost came, then backed away, tried another delectable portion of her, and would have been happy to continue for hours, he thought, until Robin came with such force and unapologetic pleasure that he almost came with her.
She raked her fingers through his thick hair before jerking him up and smothering him with a profoundly deep kiss. Jake groaned, felt himself very close to losing it. She was panting now, tugging at his belt, frantically pulling the tail of his shirt from his trousers. Jake stroked her breasts with his hands as she worked, content to shape the hardened nubs between his fingers and his mouth while she clawed his shirt from him.
“Jake,” she whispered anxiously when she at last got his shirt from his back. “Your pants,” she hissed. And in a gymnastic move worthy of Olympic consideration, unzipped them and shoved them down his hips while Jake groped in his nightstand for a condom. She managed it, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs between her and the Biggest Erection Ever. Robin attacked the boxers and was hardly gentle about it, and gasped with pleasure as he sprang free. “Oh,” she exclaimed in a rare moment of calm, admiring his body, “you’re beautiful.”
Jake lowered himself to her. “Not as beautiful as you,” he said sincerely.
Robin buried her face in his neck; her hands swept down his belly, swirled around his throbbing erection, and cupped his testicles.
The moan Jake heard was his; he realized that he was straining to maintain control, that he was dangerously, deliriously close to spilling himself all over her. He brushed against her damp heat, a slow, back-and-forth movement that was so tantalizing he was actually torturing himself while her hands and mouth sought every other inch of him. When he couldn’t stand his own teasing another moment, he slipped into her.