Trusting Jake (Blueprint To Love Book 1)
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"You feel so good," she whispered. Lowering her hand to stroke him through his pants, he staggered against her. He was painfully hard pressed against her stomach. The next few minutes would leave her absolutely shattered. Whether she would ever recover was debatable, but Jenna couldn't make herself care. All that mattered was this very moment.
"Honey, you do that again, and I'm not gonna make it."
Jake's hands shook as he stripped out of his pants and kicked them to the floor. Watching him quickly sheath himself, she realized with a fleeting moment of sanity that she wouldn't have even remembered protection. Finally, he sank to the bed beside her. His strong, capable hands stroked the length of her legs. "So soft. So unbelievably soft. I can't believe you're really here."
She was quivering by the time he reached her thighs. Gasping as his fingers made short work of her panties, Jenna nearly came off the bed when his fingers continued their lazy assault.
"So sweet." Jake's voice was a painful rasp. "You're so wet. Jen– you're so beautiful. Are you ready for me?"
Her response was a groan as she lifted her hips, bucking against his hand as he opened her with his fingers. "Please, Jake."
"Soon, love. I want you burning for me. Only for me, Jenna." Sliding his fingers inside, he dropped his head to her chest, his breathing ragged. "God, you're so tight. So beautiful."
"Only for you." The words were a vow. Her body had taken charge of her brain. Writhing against him, she pulled his head down to hers as her body rose to meet his thrusting fingers. "Jake . . . oh God." He stared at her, the burning light of desire reflected in his eyes. "Jake, please. I need-"
"Tell me, love," he crooned. "Tell me what you need." He smiled down at her and it was dazzling. His hand moved faster and she could only sob with the pleasure of it. "I-I want-"
And then she couldn't speak when her mind splintered into a thousand tiny shards of wonder. She felt the explosion rip through her, her body convulsing against him. Heard herself cry out with a ragged moan of fulfillment. Heard Jake whispering in her ear, kissing her, urging her on, then sighing with satisfaction when she came apart in his hands.
And then he was holding her, kissing her endlessly until her body finished quaking with release. He continued to caress and kiss her when she fell back against the pillows, still too stunned to speak. When she finally opened her eyes, he was leaning over her, patiently waiting, a satisfied smile on his gorgeous face.
"Why. . . why did you do that?"
"Didn't you like it?"
Pushing herself up on one elbow, Jen leaned up for a long, drugging kiss. She felt his tension, his body still rigid by her side. "I loved it. I-" She nearly slipped, wanting to give voice to the words in her heart. Jen wanted badly to say them, not caring what his reaction would be when he knew the truth. The only thing holding her back was the possibility her words might change his mind about the rest of the night. And that thought was more than she could bear.
"But– I still want you. I want to make love with you. I need you inside me."
"Believe me . . . that's next." Pulling her roughly against him, he groaned, kissing her with a molten passion that until now, had been carefully leashed. "I wanted to see you– to watch you. I've waited so long for this– the first time might not be very good for you."
"Are you nuts?"
He pushed her back against the pillows and kissed her again, taking her breath away with its intensity. Capturing her hands, he raised them over her head. Loving the feel of him over her, she rose to meet him. Lowering his mouth to her breast, he circled her nipple with his tongue. His mouth sent waves of pleasure scorching through her. She rose again, brushing against his throbbing cock. "Jake, please. Give it to me."
He shuddered against her, still resisting. "Sweet, the way I'm feeling. . . I've waited so long for you. Spent so much time fantasizing about you . . . you're so hot, so beautiful. And you're all mine.." His vow was a harsh whisper that did strange things to her heart. "We can take our time later."
With those words, he pushed into her, filling her as she stretched to accommodate him. Jen forgot to breathe as he left her and returned again. If she died right then, she would die happy. Four endlessly long years. It took her body only a moment to absorb the shock– to adjust to the glorious intrusion.
"So good. God– Jen . . . you're so tight. So . . . amazing." Groaning her name, he withdrew and thrust into her again. She moved against him, feeling tears begin to form at the back of her eyes. Dear sweet Jake, he felt so good.
"Yes, Jake– like that. Please-"
Too soon, her second release was upon her without warning– so quick and so ferocious she thought she would break apart as her mind left her body. She felt Jake thrust into her again and again, his movements increasingly frenzied before he shouted with pleasure. She tumbled into a rainbow of color and warmth and more happiness than she could bear. His arms around her, Jake was right there, falling with her.
When he collapsed against her, she welcomed his weight, wrapping her arms around his waist as she sobbed with the sheer wonder of it. It had never been like this. Sex with Rick had never been like this. He'd always managed to leave her feeling bereft and somehow degraded.
A part of her simply couldn't believe what she'd just shared with Jake. It was nothing short of a miracle. Still joined to her, Jen's body was quaking from the unbearable pleasure, from the onslaught of incredible sensation he'd made her feel. She didn't want to ever let him go, didn't want the moment to end.
"Jenna– love. . . are you all right?" He hurriedly pulled away from her when he realized she was crying. "God– did I hurt you? Jen? I've been so out of my mind for you, I didn't realize I might hurt you."
Hearing the panic in his voice, she stopped sniffling long enough to smile at him. She pulled him back against her, trying to reassure him with her touch. "I'm great. Please don't laugh at me . . . but I've never . . . it's never been like that."
Jake released the breath he'd been holding, dropping his head to the curve of her neck, still shuddering with the aftermath of his release and the fear that he could have possibly hurt her. Lord, she'd scared him. He'd completely lost control. He'd tried like hell to hold back, but when he'd finally imbedded himself, he'd slowly, sweetly lost his mind.
"You're sure? Jeez, Jen– I- I couldn't stop. You're so beautiful. So responsive-" Her words finally hit him. She'd never experienced anything like it. Ever. But, tonight– with him. Please, God– let it mean something. In the darkest corner of his soul, a flicker of hope ignited. The ache in his chest lessened just a bit. As floored as Jen appeared, he was feeling it tenfold. Mindless was a word he'd never understood before. But tonight, it sure as hell applied. He'd never been so out of control in his life. He'd never experienced a mind-blowing release like the one he was still fumbling to recover from.
Still afraid to confess the words lodged in his heart, Jake held her, giving himself over to the pleasure of her warm, soft body. What would she say if the words spilled out? That she had become the most important person in his world. That he would give up anything if she were his. If he could call her children his own.
But he couldn't yet. Not until he could convince her to leave Rick. Even now, legs still tangled together, stroking her scented skin, nuzzling the satiny hollow of her throat, he thanked God she was lying next to him. Jake knew he risked destroying her family. What if she said no? What if she wouldn't divorce Rick?
"I– was it . . . okay for you?"
Her husky voice interrupted his jumbled thoughts. Gazing into suddenly worried sapphire eyes, he wondered how she could possibly think it had been anything less than perfection. Her amazing, fiery hair cascading over the pristine white pillow . . . her beautiful, silken body still warm against his. Leaning in for a drugging, sensual kiss, he wanted to make love to her all over again. Hell– he was already hard again just thinking of all the ways he wanted to love her.
"I can't believe you would use the word 'okay' after that." His shou
lders shook with silent laughter. "If I were any more 'okay', I'm not sure I would survive."
"That's good. I'd hoped-"
He felt her shiver of relief and wondered over it. Nuzzling her throat, he heard her breath catch. "What did you hope?" Before Jen could answer, his mouth drifted lower, caressing the irresistible path of freckles trailing her collarbone. Such secrets her boxy clothing had hidden from him. Reaching her breast, he latched on to a perfect, pink nipple, feeling it bead under his tongue. Her curvy body awakened, tightening against him. Her breath gusted out on a long, sexy moan that hit him straight in the groin. "Jen, love– I want you again. I want-" Everything. He wanted all of her. Completely. Forever. "I want to make love to you again."
Jake whispered the admission against her lips before capturing them in a hot, wet kiss that left them both gasping for more. "You're so damn beautiful. You're so responsive." He smiled at the flicker of surprise he discovered in her eyes. "I've fantasized about you. About throwing away all those pins. Taking your hair down . . . about what's lurking under those damned suits."
Her delighted laughter trickled like whiskey, warming him as it coursed through him. She was like– an undiscovered territory. A gorgeous present he would delight in unwrapping for the next several decades. He stroked her hip, loving her sighs. Loving how she moved against him, wanting him.
"I feel the same way about your suits," she confessed, her eyes gleaming, despite her cheeks coloring pink. "And that tuxedo at the Christmas party." She sighed. "You were the sexiest guy at the party."
He remembered her tugging his tie off. "Is that your fantasy? Because I could get dressed again."
Jen rose up on one elbow, pretending to contemplate it. "I think there are better ways to utilize our time." When he would have risen, she pushed him back against the pillow. His heart thudding, he waited to see what she would do. Hovering over him, she bent to kiss him, her lush, beautiful breasts brushing his chest. His breath released on a rasp. Just touching her was driving him crazy.
"This body was made to be admired." Her gorgeous smile driving him to distraction, he held his breath when she began kissing a path down his chest, his stomach muscles rock hard as her full, red mouth trailed lower. God, yes. The scented copper silk of her hair trailed over his stomach, making him so hard, Jake truly believed he might burst. Barely able to focus when she stroked him, he nearly flew off the bed. Easing him back, Jen's smile was knowing. Powerful. And all for him.
She owned him. Heart and soul. He would never get enough of her. Cupping him with her hand, she stared into his eyes, her expression so honest and captivating, he could barely breathe. "Jen-" His voice a hoarse, desperate whisper, he was helpless when she lowered her mouth to him. Pleasure tore through him when she took him in her mouth, his groan one of ruthless, aching need.
"Jen, love-" His harsh voice unrecognizable, Jake fisted his hands in the sheets, engulfed by the flames of a ferocious pleasure and the excruciating pain of holding himself in check. When he could bear it no longer, he exploded up from the bed, pulling her over him. Wild with the desperation to be inside her, he pulled her down on top of him, ravaging her mouth, her throat, her breasts before she finally straddled him. "Yes, baby. Please." The vision of her beautiful body joined with his . . . the thatch of fiery hair cradling him when he surged into her, nearly made him come. Rocking against him, Jen moaned with fulfillment.
"I need . . . to watch you." His announcement was punctuated as he thrust into her again. His hands on her hips, Jake was excited beyond measure. Guiding her down on him, he watched the flush of pleasure in her beautiful face, watched expressive eyes glaze with passion as she stared back at him. Eyes he could drown in. Her wild, auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders as she rolled her head back. Her exquisite shudders becoming his, Jake was drowning in pleasure. I love you. His heart whispered the words he couldn't speak. His breath coming in harsh rasps, he felt her stiffen as her climax started. Pulling him into the vortex of her clenching release, Jake shattered with his own. Smiling over her sharp cry of pleasure, he caught her to him when she collapsed on top of him. Kissing her forehead, he held her quaking body as they slowly returned to earth. And knew with blinding certainty, no matter what obstacles lay before them, he would never, ever give her up.
***
Long after Jen slept, Jake held her in his arms. Though fatigue burned behind his eyelids, he'd been unwilling to fall asleep. Because when he woke again, the night would be over and what they'd shared would be gone. Until they could talk– the Jenna he'd just experienced would disappear at sunrise.
It was part of the reason he hadn't awakened her at dawn, as he'd moved stealthily around the room while he prepared to meet Baldwin downstairs. If he was quiet, he'd told himself, he could watch her sleep . . . watch her stretch and roll into his spot. And he could pretend when his meeting was over he would return to her. He would wake Jen and drink in her sleepy smile. They would finally talk– hashing everything out. He would confess his love for her and they would spend the rest of the day in bed-
"Oh man."
Jake's wistful thoughts dissipated. Shifting his gaze from the contract he was supposedly studying, he glanced across the table at his former friend. "What's up?"
In the light of day, he was having trouble making eye contact with Baldwin– not without Jenna's words returning to haunt him. The bastard seated across from him had harassed Jen. His sleazy ultimatum had gotten her fired. In re-reading the contract this morning, he'd discovered at least four loopholes– things he'd readily dismissed several weeks earlier. But now– he couldn't get past them. Still unsure what other information Jenna possessed, he couldn't dismiss her concerns. In the last fifteen minutes, he'd decided to withdraw Specialty from the project– he just hadn't figured out the best way to tell Steve.
"Would ya look at those legs? Man, she is so built."
"It's eight in the morning. Do you ever think of anything else?"
"Please tell me you got a piece of that action last night." Baldwin locked eyes with him. "I tried, but all she wanted to talk was business. Change orders. Site conditions." He chuckled. "Yada. Yada. Whatever, babe. Just shut up and get naked."
His body tightened with a nearly instantaneous rage and he knew without turning, the bastard was referring to Jen. His Jenna.
"I'd kill for a shot at nailin' her."
"Have you lost your mind?" The ice in his voice should have warned Steve that speaking another syllable would be to his peril. The idiot hadn't even noticed he'd half-risen from his chair. Glancing over his shoulder, Jake scanned the restaurant, freezing when he saw her. He prayed Jen wouldn't see them . . . prayed she wouldn't come to their table. Not now.
Relief left him drained when she chose a table near the windows on the far side of the room. Thank God, she hadn't seen them. His tension lessened slightly. Only an hour earlier he'd left her, still sleeping when he crept from her room, her body still warm from his. It hadn't been an accident the previous evening that he'd neglected to mention where his early morning meeting would be held. At the time, he hadn't wanted Jen anywhere near Steve– if only to save her from his inappropriate comments. And later– he hadn't wanted to remind her of the terrible accusations he'd hurled.
"I've always had a thing for redheads. That one . . . damn her. Those legs." Steve shook his head. "Same girl . . . different name."
"Jenna," Jake corrected coldly. On second thought, he was going to enjoy telling Baldwin where he could stick his project.
"No– Jenny. Her name was Jenny Cahill when I knew her."
"W- what did you say?" Jake wouldn't have thought his rigid body could tighten more. Yet, with a lightning bolt of clarity– he knew he'd heard that name before. With a fatalistic sense of certainty he knew Steve was right. Jen was juggling more than one secret.
"Your girlfriend used to work at Whitney."
Where he'd forced himself on her. Jen hadn't wanted him to know what happened– the reason for her job search. The ba
stard had fired her. Almost beyond Jake's control, it took every ounce of control not to reach across the table and strangle his former friend. The only thing keeping Baldwin alive was his sudden desire for more information. Why was the name Cahill familiar?
When she'd gone so pale the previous morning . . . he'd assumed Jen was nervous about the deal. She'd practically turned green when he'd introduced her to Steve. But maybe what he'd read in her eyes was fear. Fear that Steve would give her away.
"Jenny's changed her hair." Baldwin waved his hands around his head in explanation. "It was really long and wild. And she's toned down her clothes."
"Jenna."
Baldwin glanced up, bewildered by the change in his tone. "Yeah . . . whatever."
"What's wrong with her clothes?"
Releasing a low whistle, Baldwin shook his head. "Her old man really liked to advertise the package." He grinned. "He used to brag about what a great lay she was. Can you imagine? I mean– his own freakin' wife!" Disregarding the no smoking signs, Baldwin picked up his pack of cigarettes and tapped one out. "Even when she was knocked up, she was still hot. We used to walk around drooling. Got so bad I'd get a boner just thinkin' about her."
He was going to punch him. "We?" He would kill every last one of them.
"Shit, man– everyone. But Legs wouldn't put out." Baldwin snickered. "What a moron. She never figured out her old man was screwin' anything that walked. Sugarlegs just sat at home with her kids."
The tension eased fractionally from his coiled muscles. Disgust washed over him, so intense it left his stomach churning. Jake slid his coffee away when the smell threatened to nauseate him. What the hell had Jenna endured?
"Even after Rick dumped her . . . it was like she was too friggin' good for any of us."
Rick.
Rick Cahill. The hospital. A chill swept over him as he remembered. The day in the emergency room. Jen had been panic-stricken. She'd used the name Cahill. And then she'd caught her mistake. Rick Cahill was the husband who'd run around on her, who'd paraded her in front of his friends, making a mockery of their marriage.