“Because I’ve claimed you too. Love it or leave it,” she said, cracking open something deep inside of him that him hauling her in even closer. Nothing was between them now except her sundress and his T-shirt and board shorts, and even that was way too much.
She must have felt the same way because she backed away from him and, with a little smile, nudged the spaghetti straps off her shoulders so that they fell to her elbows. Then, with that smile going more than a little naughty, she turned her back on him and started walking slowly to his bedroom, hips gently swinging with casual grace as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
And then let it fall.
And then walked right out of it in nothing but a very tiny pair of panties and vanished into his room.
Sophie barely got past the doorway before he grabbed her hand. One thing she could say about him, he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
And she was definitely a challenge.
Eyes locked on hers, his own dark and heated, he pulled her in to him, kicking the door shut behind them. He had her up against the closed door, hands locked around her wrists, his lips devouring hers before she had time to breathe.
That was okay. She’d breathe later. All she needed now was him, and she gave herself over to it, to him, losing herself in the power of what he made her feel.
When they finally pulled apart, panting, staring at each other, he seemed to have enough control left to assess the situation and took action accordingly, yanking his shirt over his head and shoving his shorts down and off. He immediately locked her against him again, letting go of her arms only to lift her up by the backs of her thighs effortlessly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and held on as he turned and walked to the bed with a casual strength that thrilled her.
And then he was tumbling her down to the bed. She landed on her back, where Jacob hooked his thumbs in the sides of her undies and slowly tugged them down her thighs, sending them sailing over his shoulder.
He looked down at her and groaned. “Damn, Soph,” he murmured, reverently running his hands up her legs, letting his thumbs meet in the middle to lightly stroke over her. “You’re wet for me.”
She let out a shaky breath. “I’ve been this way since watching you wakeboard earlier,” she admitted.
He let out a low laugh. “Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm. You guys were hot stuff out there.”
“All of us, huh?”
“Well, maybe one of you more than the others,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around him so he couldn’t move away.
“Maybe?” he asked.
“Or definitely.”
He bent over her, bracing on his hands on either side of her head. “You take my breath, Soph. Every single time.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” he whispered, and began kissing her body, starting at her mouth and working his way south. Long before he got to where she needed him the most, she was in a state, rocking her hips, practically begging him to get inside.
“In a hurry tonight?” he asked against her skin.
As a matter of fact, yes. She could feel him hot and huge against her and couldn’t stand it. “Please, Jacob.”
“Mmm,” he said approvingly, nibbling at an inner thigh, making her squirm. “Love that. More of that.”
She slid her fingers into his hair and tightened her grip.
That did nothing besides elicit a chuckle from him. Out of patience, she rolled and crawled on top of him. Triumphant, she beamed down and then oscillated her hips so that she could rub the neediest part of her over the hardest part of him. This caused some creative swearing from the man as taut as a bowstring beneath her, his hands going to her hips to take over in the rhythm he wanted.
A rhythm that drove her up so high she could feel herself start to quiver. Another “please” escaped her before she could stop herself, and she gasped when he pushed up into her.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Gripping her hips, he urged her down to him so he could kiss her while also controlling her admittedly frantic movements. Seemed he wanted her on top and he wanted it slow and steady. This worked, too, and she loved how he helped her when she faltered, slowing her when he didn’t want to come.
Not being nearly as controlled as he, she came twice, his name on her lips, and when she sagged over him, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him on the mattress and then he was even deeper inside her. Holding her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss, his fingers curling into loose fists in her hair as he moved. She arched into him with every thrust he made, spurring them both on as the deep sensations pulsed and spread through her in welcoming waves.
Neither of them smiled now. Jacob’s breathing was every bit as rough and unsteady as hers, and she realized it wasn’t just passion washing over her, taking her under, but something much deeper. For a minute she slammed her eyes closed, needing to hide it, but then Jacob said, “Look at me, Sophie.”
Dragging her eyes up to meet his, she felt an almost fist-like clenching spread through every part of her as she came.