by Deana Birch
Jake lifted my grey cotton dress overhead, leaving me standing in front of him in my blush-colored bra and panties. When he pulled off his own shirt, I reached for his beautiful body. My fingers played in his small patch of chest hair and traced the familiar loop of the tattoo he’d gotten for me.
Jake’s hands moved to my chest, where his thumbs lightly rubbed my nipples through the lace bra. Then he trailed his fingers down my stomach and around my hips before they finally settled on my ass. No surprise there. He pulled me close, and we shared a deep kiss, still unrushed. He guided me backwards toward the bed, where my knees buckled at the edge and I lay down on my back.
He climbed on top of me with a hungry look in his eyes, and his mouth returned to my neck. My spine arched on its own. My body needed to tell him it was ready, but rushing didn’t seem like part of his plan. Instead, he ran his fingers up and down my stomach and legs, touching me everywhere but where I wanted him most. I let out a little whimper as a plea, but he just grinned and went back to kissing and nipping at my jaw and ear.
Finally, he touched my breasts and took them out of their cups. His tongue traced a warm path down my chest, and he bit a nipple before twirling it. Lightening the pressure, he clasped it between his teeth and pulled back slowly, catching my gaze along the way. The mischievous twinkle in his eye was as much adorable as it was sexy.
Jake stood, and his pants were off in a flash. He reached for his requested accessories and moved back on top of me. He slid a nipple through one pin, then did the same on the other side.
The best kind of pinch made the hair on my neck stand up. He twisted both pins at the same time, and a shock started directly between my legs, traveled up through my back, and coiled with painful pleasure on my chest. I swallowed hard, and he came back to my mouth. Gentle Jake disappeared, replaced by sexually supercharged Jake, and his cock prodded my panties as his mouth crashed into mine. Back and forth he rubbed, right on my clit, as his strong arms framed my head and his dominating kiss drove me deeper into his magic web of pleasure.
“Twist them,” he said and nibbled the spot behind my ear that made me melt. The pressure between my legs coupled with the new sensation on my nipples was too much. The wave of energy that had been circling at my core crashed through me. I convulsed, sensual intensity blanketing my entire body.
Jake smiled with pride, kissed down my chest, gave me that sexy, devilish grin again, and slipped my panties down my legs. When he came back up to eye level, he pushed himself inside me. I was still in aftershocks, and my chin quivered as he filled me up. He drew back slowly, then thrusted hard. A blissful balance of rough and sweet. He moved his hand between my legs, and at the end of each thrust, his fingers quickened. Slow on the exit, fast again on the charge. I was completely and utterly at his mercy and moaned my delight.
“Twist,” he whispered.
“Holy shit.” I barely heard myself say the words before another—this time more intense—flooding of my nerves washed over me. I think it may have shot out the base of my brain. Bless Jake’s lust-engorged heart, he gave me a minute to recover before pounding into me again, working up a genuine sweat, and collapsing on top of me.
We both panted to catch our breath before I said, “Fucking hell, baby. You may have to be on Mazzy Star restriction.”
Jake pecked my cheek. “You’re all the inspiration I need anyway.”
Acknowledgments
Any book I write is greatly due to the amazing support system around me on a daily basis. So a massive thank you to my silver fox husband, AKA “Hubbalicious,” and my two beautiful and thoughtful daughters. Also, to his family who help us with homework and taxi duty. I know what I have in all of you and I am grateful everyday for it.
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My editor, Carly, probably knows Louana and Jake as well as I do. In fact, she once told me, “Louana wouldn’t say “oopsies.” She would say whatever “fuck” is in French. And she was right. She is a doll to work with and I appreciate her pushing me to dig deeper while cheerleading me on the way. Grace and Jeni have been an added delight. Thank you both for your attention and time.
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I truly believe that giving people an escape with literature is a gift that goes both ways. Thank you to my readers. Your kind emails and reviews can make a heart smile on a dreary day.
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Finally to my Rchat crew! Thank you all who spent precious writerly hours beta reading this—some more than once. It’s been a blast sharing our experiences, highs and lows. I consider myself lucky to know you all.
About the Author
Contemporary romance and erotica writer Deana Birch was named after her father’s first love, who just so happened not to be her mother. Born and raised in the Midwest, she made stops in Los Angeles and New York before settling in Europe where she lives with her own blue-eyed Happily Ever After. Her days are spent teaching yoga, playing tennis, ruining her children’s French homework, cleaning up dog vomit, writing her next book, or reading someone else’s.
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Look for LUCA’S LESSONS co-written with Amelia Foster and out with Totally Bound Publishing June 2019!
