Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Stay home with me, instead.” His husky voice echoed in her ear as his arm snaked out and he reached for her phone, dangling it in front of her eyes. “Come on, Brianne. Call in sick.”
She wanted to. She yearned desperately to shed the years of automated behavior and the obligatory need to follow a set schedule. She bit down on her lower lip. “I’ve never called in sick unless I was deathly ill.”
“Then, do it this once. Give yourself a well-deserved treat.” One finger dipped lower, teasing her with the beginning of the intoxicating waves he was so good at creating.
“People are counting on me,” she murmured, but the protest was weak.
“Then, how about a compromise? Call and say you’ll be late.” With one smooth move, he rolled on top of her, his naked body aligned and all but joining with hers. Though he wasn’t putting weight on his shoulder, the position had to be uncomfortable for him. “I’ll make it well worth your while.”
He grinned, and she couldn’t resist the sparkle in his eye, the warmth and temptation of his body or his willingness to put her needs before his own. Minutes later, her phone call was made and work was pushed aside. As she put the phone back onto the nightstand, she glanced down at her drawer and remembered the box of condoms Kellie had given her the other day.
Embarrassed but determined, she opened the drawer and pulled out a foil packet. Then turning back to Jake, she allowed the intimacy they’d shared to guide her as she drew a deep breath for courage and positioned herself on top of him once more. Her legs on either side of his waist, her femininity directly over his erection, she slid down against the length of him, teasing him with what could be. He was hot and hard beneath her, his enlarged member pulsing with desire. For her. Feeling him erect against her, she let out an appreciative sigh.
“Damn, but I like this position.”
“I can make it even better.” She held out the foil packet she’d retrieved earlier, and he snagged it out of her hand.
“‘Extra lubrication and increased sensitivity,’” he read, his blue eyes glittering with want.
“Care to try them out? There’s an entire box of them.”
“Honey, we are definitely speaking the same language.”
She hoped so because her entire body was taut with longing. As if he read her mind, he reached out and cupped her breasts. His large hands kneaded her flesh and satisfied a tiny part of the need he’d inspired. But only a part, because her nipples puckered hard and rasped against his coarser palms. He rubbed gently, increasing the friction and her aching need for fulfillment. In response, her hips began to gyrate in circles against his heated skin.
He gestured with a nod to the condom that had fallen beside him on the bed. “Put it on me.”
With shaking hands, she tore into the packet and moved back onto his thighs so she could slide the plastic sheath over his erect penis. With one hand she held his extended length while the other worked the condom over him. She felt every velvet inch and hard ridge of masculine steel. Her pulse pounded, not just in her wrist but between her legs, and a matching trickling of moisture followed.
“You’re good at this, Brianne.”
Swallowing, she met his gaze. Her hand was still wrapped around him, and she knew for certain she wasn’t imagining the play of emotions crossing his face as he watched her. A lump formed in her throat.
Never in her limited experience had the act of protection been a part of sex itself, but now, with Jake, it was foreplay of the most intimate kind. The kind that only occurred between two people who cared for one another, Brianne thought, and she shook the overwhelming, impossible thought away. It was too soon. They were too new. Yet she knew they’d connected with their first glance and she was lying to herself now.
His hands came to rest on her hips, and he lifted her, still watching intently. Inch by smooth, moist inch, she took him inside her, felt him filling the emptiness and becoming a part of her.
And then he began to move, his hips pumping upward, bringing him deeper, harder. She sucked in a breath and held it fast, then repeated the effort, finding that the controlled breathing brought her closer and closer to release. Her pelvis rocked with his, circular motions that became rhythmic, putting pressure on exactly the right spot at the right time. Each rotation took her higher, higher, until everything exploded in a flash of blinding, all-consuming light and sensation.
He’d just rocked her body, and she knew without a doubt he’d also rocked her world.
* * *
Jake sat up in bed, physically sated but mentally alert. The shower ran in the other room, and no matter how much he’d like to join Brianne, he couldn’t. He’d bought himself some time by convincing her to go to work late—late enough for him to contact private investigator David Mills, an ex-cop, a damn good detective and the only person Jake trusted to keep an eye on Brianne when Jake couldn’t be there himself. He’d already taken care of Frank’s family by calling in another favor. And he’d warned Frank’s wife to be extra careful, something she understood well.