by Jenna Sutton
The supple muscles of her thighs cradled his legs, making his cock throb. The throbbing intensified when she shifted forward and her firm breasts pressed against his back.
Glancing over his shoulder, he asked where she lived. Once she had provided her address and he had confirmed the best route to her apartment, he placed his hands over hers.
“Don’t let go,” he directed, emphasizing his command with a gentle squeeze.
“I won’t.”
After donning his night glasses, he started his motorcycle and kicked it in gear. “Here we go.”
Her arms tightened, and he eased away from the curb. He picked up speed but stayed well below the speed limit. He didn’t want to scare her or give her any reason to regret trusting him.
As the city streamed by them in a blur of colorful lights, cool air rushed against his face. This was the first time he’d ever ridden his bike with a woman, and he was glad it was with Kyla.
It didn’t take long for them to reach her place, a mid-century modern structure perched on the side of the hill. With its flat roof, rectangular glass panels, and straight lines, it looked out of place among the Victorian homes that filled the rest of the neighborhood.
He parked along the curb, switched off the engine, and kicked down the stand. She slowly removed her arms, and he swiveled his head to look behind him.
“We’re here. Safe and sound, as promised.”
With a bright smile, she alighted from the bike. “That’s the first time I’ve ever been on a motorcycle,” she said as she unbuckled her helmet.
He chuckled. “I kind of figured that, sweetness.”
He swung off the bike, removed his helmet, and opened the seat to grab her purse. He handed it to her before stowing both helmets.
He turned to face her, and though she stood motionless in front of him, he could sense her tension. His own muscles were tight with a mix of arousal and nerves.
Before he had accosted her in a dark hallway, he had planned to casually ask her out to dinner. He hadn’t wanted to come on too strong and scare her off. But he had blown that plan out of the water when he had backed her against the wall and devoured her mouth like a tasty cream puff.
Now he didn’t know what to say or do. He knew what he wanted to do….
Tilting his head toward the duplex, he said, “Let me walk you to your door.”
She spun around and hurried up the stairs to her front door. He followed behind her at a slower pace, his mind working feverishly.
He reached her side, and she looked up at him, her eyes flashing like lightning in the glow of the porch light. Stalling, he reached for the zipper pull on his jacket and tugged it down until the leather panels fell apart. He gently pulled the jacket from her arms and let it hang from his hand.
His mouth was so dry he felt as if he’d drunk an entire bottle of whiskey the night before, and he swallowed noisily. “Kyla…”
“Jake…”
They had spoken at the same time. Both of them stopped abruptly, their gazes locked together. She giggled, but the sound was unlike her typical husky laughter. Instead, it was high-pitched and edged with nerves.
“Would you…”
“Would you…”
Again, they had spoken at the same time, and now Jake was the one who laughed nervously. If Charlie could see him now, he’d fall to the floor in hysterics.
Stepping forward, Kyla rested her hands on his chest. They heated him through his cotton shirt, and involuntarily, his pectoral muscles jumped, eager to feel her touch.
“Jake, did you mean what you said earlier?”
“I always mean what I say,” he quipped before asking, “When?”
“When you said you weren’t going to hide your feelings for me anymore.”
He nodded emphatically. “Hell, yes, I meant that.”
Her eyes grew brighter. “You have feelings for me?”
He hesitated, unsure of how to answer her question. He didn’t think it was a good idea to blurt out that he was in love with her when they hadn’t even gone on a date.
“Yes, I have feelings for you,” he confirmed, hoping she wouldn’t ask him to expand on what he meant by feelings.
Clasping his free hand with hers, she wove her fingers between his and tugged lightly. “Come inside.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
The apartment was dark, and Kyla flipped on the foyer light as she entered. Jake followed behind her, closing the door and locking it with a loud snick. She barely heard it over the pounding of her heart, and she silently willed herself to calm down.
She led the way into the small living room, which Vanessa had furnished with a black leather sofa, matching chair, and glass occasional tables. A cream-colored rug patterned with big black blocks covered the hardwood floors.
After dropping her bag beside the sofa, she switched on the sculpted metal lamps, illuminating the stark white walls. She turned to face Jake, who stood just inside the room, his hands in the front pockets of his dark-washed Rileys. His gaze swept the room before landing on her.
“This room is—”
“Cold,” she interjected. “Lifeless. Boring.”
“Nothing like where I imagined you would live,” he finished.
She smiled. “So you don’t think I’m cold, lifeless, or boring?”
His lips twitched. “No, those aren’t the adjectives I’d use to describe you.”
She really wanted to know which adjectives he’d use. At the same time, she was afraid to ask. Instead, she said, “I moved in with my sister when I got the job at Riley O’Brien & Co. I had nothing to do with the décor.”
“You and your sister must not be anything alike.”
“This apartment isn’t her, either. It’s just the person she’s trying to be.”
His eyes narrowed. “Is she going to be home soon?”
Vanessa had sent a text earlier today letting Kyla know that she planned to go directly to Alan’s house after work. He rarely came here.
“No, she’s spending the weekend with her boyfriend.”
He didn’t reply, and after an awkward moment, she remembered her manners enough to ask, “Would you like a drink? Beer? Wine?”
He shook his head before walking toward her. When he stood in front of her, he caught a loose strand of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined being here … alone with you…” He stared down at her, his gaze trailing over her face. “I have wanted you every minute of every day since we first met.”
“You have?” she asked, her voice shaded with disbelief.
He nodded solemnly. “Every minute of every day.”
She had suffered for months, believing that he wasn’t interested. She had almost killed herself trying to remain professional, and now she didn’t have to. She could just…
She threw herself at him. Literally threw herself at him.
As her body slammed into his, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He staggered backward with a loud grunt, his arms locked around her waist. His knees caught the edge of the sofa, and he fell onto the leather cushions, taking her with him.
Before she could blink, he rolled her under him and covered her mouth with his. Sensation bombarded her—the heavy weight of his body, the hard press of his erection, the soft brush of his lips.
This kiss wasn’t as wild as their first one. He seemed more in control, lightly sucking on her lower lip before dusting little kisses over her face.
“You are so sweet,” he murmured against her cheek. “Everything about you is so damn sweet.”
He placed open-mouthed kisses down the side of her throat, and she arched her neck to give him better access. As she caressed the hard muscles of his shoulders and back, he licked tiny circles on the fragile skin, slowly working his way to the spot where her pulse thrummed.
He swirled his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. She felt the deep pull at her core, a fast, relentless rhythm, and she wide
ned her legs so he could settle deeper between her thighs.
Abandoning her exploration of his upper body, she slipped her hands between them and began to unbutton her shirt. Once it was open, she unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and pulled the lace cups away from her breasts. Her nipples were already puckered, the sensitive tips flushed with arousal.
Jake levered up on his forearms, and she held her breath as his gaze roamed over her chest. When his eyes met hers, hot with hunger, all her breath whooshed out. He definitely liked what he saw.
“So sweet,” he whispered.
Dropping his head, he circled her nipple with his tongue but didn’t pull the taut peak into his mouth. After several torturous swirls, he switched his attention to her other nipple and treated it to the same attention. The ache between her legs grew sharper, almost painful, and she whimpered.
“Jake…”
He made a low noise, an unspoken question. Threading her fingers through his thick hair, she pushed her chest toward his mouth and moaned, “Please. Please.”
In reply, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked deeply. The hard pull sent waves of pleasure through her. As her vaginal muscles rippled, she gasped, stunned by how close she was to climaxing when he’d barely touched her.
He used his teeth on her, lightly scraping her nipple before biting gently. She couldn’t hold back a moan as a tingle shot down her spine, pleasure and pain merging into a liquid rush between her thighs. Clenching her fingers in his hair, she tugged until he grunted and raised his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded and hazy with lust.
“Touch me,” she demanded, raising her hips in a not-so-subtle message. “Please, Jake, I need you to touch me.”
She could see the exact moment when he understood exactly what she was asking for—his pupils dilated until they nearly obliterated the green-gold irises, and a swath of red settled high on his cheekbones.
Bracing himself on his arms, he kneeled and raised her leg before tugging off her black high heel. He did the same with her other shoe, wobbling on the sofa cushions, and she giggled at the awkwardness of their position.
Jake obviously didn’t share her mirth. His expression was austere in the glow of the lamps. Watching his face, she unfastened her pants and bared her lower stomach. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed as she slowly pulled down her zipper until her panties were visible. He swallowed visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
To her surprise, he backed away from her, sliding to the floor and sitting back on his heels. Grasping her legs, he repositioned her until she reclined against the cushions with her butt almost hanging off the sofa and her thighs bracketing his upper body.
When he hooked his long fingers into her waistband, she raised her hips to help him. He jerked her pants and underwear down over her legs, his gaze focused on the place between her thighs. She was too aroused to be embarrassed by his scrutiny.
Leaning forward until his face hovered above the hair covering her mound, he breathed deeply. “You even smell sweet.” Gripping her knees, he pushed her thighs apart. “I have to taste you, Kyla. I can’t wait any longer. I have to know how sweet your pussy is.”
Before she could voice her hearty agreement, Jake ran his hands up her thighs until his fingers grazed the folds of her sex. He spread her open, and without any delay, he bent his head and gave a slow, luscious lick, starting at the place where arousal trickled from her body and ending at her clitoris.
He growled in his throat, the low sound rumbling across her delicate tissue. “Delicious,” he breathed. “The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” Black spots danced in front of her eyes as he sucked on her sensitive nub. “I could eat your pussy for hours … licking your juice and sucking on your clit.”
He ran his tongue over her clitoris, tiny little strokes that made her legs tremble, before trailing lower. He circled the entrance of her body, lapping hungrily at the plentiful wetness before driving his tongue into her opening. With each forceful dart, he made a deep sound in his throat, the kind of noise people made when they enjoyed a particularly tasty dessert.
He replaced his clever tongue with his fingers and returned it to her clit. Back and forth, he stroked it across the knot of nerves until she panted and clenched her fingers in his hair.
She had never felt anything like the pleasure Jake was giving her. Every muscle, every nerve, every cell of her body zinged, electrified by the feel of his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, unable to form any other words.
Her control began to unravel as her orgasm built. Looking down, she saw his burnished head working between her legs, a sight so erotic … so exciting … that she couldn’t help but rock frantically against his mouth.
He slid one hand under her butt and held her against his mouth while he continued to devour her. With one more deep plunge of his fingers inside her and one more hard pull of his mouth on her clit, she rocketed to a place she had never been before. She called his name over and over as pleasure raced through her, her vaginal muscles pulsing and clenching so powerfully she felt the tremors in her womb.
He didn’t stop until she whimpered and begged and writhed against his mouth. Finally, he drew back and dropped a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh. As she unclenched her fingers from his hair, he raised his head and met her eyes.
After clearing his throat, he said, “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” she replied huskily before blurting out, “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
As she cringed in embarrassment, he stroked her thigh. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetness. It makes me feel pretty damn great to know it was good for you.” The corner of his mouth edged up. “I’ve fantasized about going down on you … how you’d smell, how you’d taste, the sounds you’d make when you came. That was better than anything I ever imagined.”
She returned his smile. She had some fantasies of her own, and she had every intention of making them reality.
*****
The scent of Kyla’s arousal perfumed the air, musky and sweet and delicious. Jake took another deep breath, and his cock twitched eagerly, demanding attention. Somehow he managed to ignore the greedy fiend inside his jeans and instead searched the rug for Kyla’s panties. His control was shredded, and if he didn’t get her covered up…
Spotting the scrap of lavender lace out of the corner of his eye, he stretched toward it and nabbed it with the tip of his forefinger. He turned back toward Kyla just as she slid from the sofa to the rug. She knelt in front of him and shrugged her silky shirt and bra from her shoulders.
He couldn’t help but ogle her nude body—the creamy, smooth skin, those plump breasts tipped with large, berry-colored nipples, and that fluff of gold hair covering her pussy.
Before he could tell her how gorgeous she was, she reached out and began to unbuckle his belt, her hands steady and agile. Her gaze was focused on the task, her eyelashes curling against her cheeks and her lush lower lip caught between her teeth.
He stared down at her sweet face until the clink of his belt caught his attention. As she unbuttoned his jeans, he caught her hands in his and brought them to his chest.
“No,” he murmured.
She looked up, her eyes wide. “No?”
He shook his head even as his erection throbbed. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this hard before, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the buttons on his fly left a permanent imprint on his dick.
“Why not?” Kyla asked. “I’m completely naked, but you’re completely clothed.”
“Sweetness, I haven’t even taken you out on a date yet.”
She blinked owlishly. “What?”
“I didn’t plan to strip you naked before we’ve even gone on a date.”
She laughed softly. “Maybe you should tell me your plan.”
He caressed her fingers. “I want to take you out to dinner, somewhere nice. I want you to dress up, I’ll come to your door like a gentleman, and then we’l
l enjoy a bottle of wine with dinner and maybe some dancing afterward. Then I’ll take you home, give you a good-night kiss, and call you the next day.”
Her lower lip pushed out in a tiny pout. “I don’t like your plan.” She shifted closer until her nipples brushed the backs of his hands. He exhaled loudly as a bead of sweat rolled down his back. “My plan is better.”
“What’s your plan?” he asked.
“It starts with you taking off your pants.”
“No,” he replied, his voice resolute. “We are not going to go any further until we’ve gone on a date.”
Without any warning, she used her forearms to shove him backward. He lost his balance and ended up sprawled on his back on the rug. She crawled between his legs and palmed his erection through his jeans. She squeezed lightly, and all the blood drained from his head.
“We can go on a date later.” She deftly unbuttoned his fly. “Right now, I’m implementing my plan.”
“Kyla … oh, fuck,” he moaned as she slid her hand inside his boxer briefs.
Fisting his cock, she squeezed with just the right amount of pressure to make his vision blur. She gently freed his erection from his underwear.
“You need to make a decision, Jake. Do you want our first time to be on the living room floor or in my bed?” She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering the creamy fluid that had leaked out. “I’ll be happy either way, just as long as you’re inside me.”
Looking him straight in the eyes, she brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it clean with little darts of her tongue. A shock of energy shot down his spine into his balls, and he almost came right then. He hissed as his cock pulsed, and she gave a little smile, a satisfied curve of her plump lips.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
He nodded. “In my wallet.”
“Get it,” she ordered.
Raising his hips, he fished his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a condom packet. She snatched it from his hand and held it up in front of him.
