Before he could move, her hands went to his waistband. She quickly worked until she revealed his black briefs. He remained still, allowing her to take command. She’d never expected that, but it gave her a heady power that added to the crazy arousal spiraling to every inch of her skin. When she shoved his pants and briefs down over his ass and cupped his erection, he groaned.
“Jake, I want you now.”
“Take me any way you want me. It’s all for you,” he said huskily.
With hungry curiosity she drew his cock into her palm. He moaned softly and tilted his head back, breathing in deep and slow. Even in the dim light, she saw Jake’s length thicken and grow harder under her touch. His size made her mouth water in anticipation, aching to experience him inside her. She teased him, palming lightly over his cock as she leaned in to taste his lips with a fleeting brush. She could hear his breathing and how it quickened, and loved she could arouse desire within him. But she had more to show him, more to experience.
He opened his eyes as Marisa backed away. She slipped her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, and allowed her already unfastened bra to fall from her shoulders onto the floor. He licked his lips and gazed into her eyes with a hungry male appreciation. Marisa couldn’t believe her own boldness after so much hesitation, and yet she understood it as she watched his reaction to her naked torso. She wanted appreciation. Wanted physical connection, wanted to enjoy the heady sense of rightness this encounter would bring. Her heart pounded as she removed her athletic shoes and socks, then worked to discard her jeans and panties.
When she stood there naked, his gaze burned her but he didn’t move. “Beautiful.”
She saw and felt his sincerity, and it drew a smile to her lips. “Thank you.’
She went to her dresser and took off her earrings, placing them on the jewelry box. She slipped off the chunky ring on her right hand and placed it alongside the earrings. Jake came to stand behind her, and when she placed her glasses down on the dresser, she stared into the mirror. She couldn’t see much, but she didn’t care. His hands came to her waist and when he pulled her back into his hard body, she groaned in delicious anticipation. An ache had stared high up in her pussy, and she wanted it fulfilled now. She wanted it faster, quicker, more than she’d wanted anything before. All her inhibitions started to fall, second by second by second.
“Jake?”
He encircled her waist and brought her full against him. His cock lay like a long hot ridge against her lower back. He nuzzled her left ear. “Mmm?”
“I want you now.”
“How do you want me?” he asked softly as he flicked her earlobe with his tongue.
She shivered. “Inside me.”
“Now?”
“This minute.”
Marisa clasped his arms and smiled. She wriggled her ass against him and he moaned. He laughed and released her from his arms. He reached into his jeans pocket and fished a condom out of his wallet. They didn’t speak of it, and within a few moments he’d sheathed his cock with protection. Marisa kept her place at the mirror. When he returned, she felt his hot, big hand cup her ass. Before she could speak, he returned to cradling her back against his body. One hand slipped up to cup her left breast while the other cupped her mons. He widened his stance and the smooth tip of his penis slipped between the open V of her thighs and the heat of his cock teased her. She gasped, startled and yet wanting it now. Now. Now.
A soft, rumbling male growl came to her ears and it turned her on like nothing else she’d heard. She forgot everything but the need to push back, to aid penetration. But he didn’t, moving his hips back to keep her from taking his thickness. She made a soft sound of frustration. His fingers worked toward her nipple, fingers clamping possessively over the tender flesh and tweaking and twisting. She writhed against the wonderful sensation. She wriggled. She squirmed as the hand pressing her back against him explored between her legs. His thumb probed and smoothed over her clit.
Oh yes. There. There.
His breath gusted hot on her neck. She could hear his desire, feel it in the rock hardness of his body. He slipped his fingers down between her labia and stroked. He circled her clit, teasing it as it throbbed into life. She whimpered. She wanted to scream in frustration, her arousal so high and quick. He explored, drawing her wetness up and over her clit again and again, circling and flicking. Jake tugged her nipple again. Desperately she arched into his strength and potency. As he slowly sank two fingers deep into her, she couldn’t take it anymore. She twisted against him as she exploded, a hoarse cry wringing from her throat. Nothing existed but her body and his, a hail of sensation as inner contractions pulsed over the fingers buried inside her. Sensations too sharp to be withstood wracked her body. Finally she stopped trembling and gasping as she searched for a semblance of control.
“God, that was beautiful,” he gasped into her ear.
“Please, Jake, do it now.”
With one sure, steady push, he sank into her.
As he thrust, she groaned with the sheer pleasure of having him sink all the way to the hilt. She stretched around his thickness, closing her eyes as she felt the hard intruder impale with a steady, though gentle entrance. He withdrew and thrust hard. She gasped as he brushed against a spot inside her that sent pinwheels of sharp pleasure arching through her. She didn’t think she could climax again. She expected him to thrust hard, but he drew out slowly, then entered with a deep, steady caress. Again he stroked outward, then pushed so slowly, so very slowly. Every inward movement forced her toward a tension that tingled and threatened, the madness of lust enveloping her.
“Oh, man,” he gasped. “Sweetheart, you’re so tight.” He groaned, the way his body shivered making her heady with power.
Her body clamped down on his brutally hot thickness. She squirmed on his cock, wanting him to move harder and faster. Slick with arousal, she felt her body open wider, swallowing him deep as he began a slow glide, a retreat and plunge rhythm.
Jake’s fingers tormented her flesh, smoothing over her clit, flicking her nipple with strokes so breathtaking she couldn’t keep the screaming need from building high and fast. Within seconds her body twisted against his, and she couldn’t withhold a whimper.
His breath came fast, his groans of satisfaction and lush appreciation echoing in her ears. But still he wouldn’t move faster, wouldn’t force her toward a finish. Her flesh trembled and caressed, learning him in the most intimate fashion. She wanted him fiercely, but he teased her, taking the movements slow and deep and moving with a slick thrust and retreat that asked for complete surrender. She gave it. With a whimpering scream she came violently, clamping and releasing with deep, shuddering throbs. She shook and sobbed in delight, and he picked up the pace.
Each deep plunge inside her body created a firestorm of new sensations. She widened her stance to take more of him inside. Within seconds another orgasm demanded fulfillment, and she shivered and quaked through the delicious burst of pleasure. Within seconds he pounded toward his own release, a guttural shout leaving his throat as he plunged one more time and rested against her.
“There’s more where that came from,” he said as his breathing returned to normal.
He turned her in his arms and their gazes locked in the dim light. His still held a light of supreme desire, as if he hadn’t just expended all this lust within her. She shook, realizing more than ever she wanted him within her again, plunging out his sexual cravings, showing all his desires in another explosive encounter. She heaved a deep sigh, and he smiled.
“Don’t go away,” he said and retreated to the bathroom. He came back moments later.
He led her to the bed and settled her on the edge. As he got down on his knees and parted her thighs, she lay back and closed her eyes. She blanked her mind, something she hadn’t accomplished during sex in what seemed a millennium. His warm lips touched her clit, and a soft gasp left her throat. His tongue followed, rasping over her clit in a quick, hot lick. She moaned. With
out hesitation he drove her upward, his tongue spearing between her pussy lips, dipping in and out with slow, exploratory tastes that seared her. He gently inserted two fingers deep into her, his thrusts slow and delicious. She couldn’t stop the moans, or the sheer delight filling her as his tongue settled on her clit and his fingers worked her into a swift arousal. She squirmed in delight as screaming pleasure lifted her upward. Marisa grabbed the bedspread, scrunching it in her fists. She moaned uncontrollably. His tongue danced over her flesh, swamping her with bliss. His lips settled on her clit and he sucked. She gasped as the combo of his fingers thrusting and his mouth feasting sent her into a crashing orgasm. She shrieked as pleasure burst high and hot. She came down from the pleasure slowly.
“God, that was,” she managed to gasp the words, “wonderful.”
Jake loved hearing her come, loved bringing her to an all-out orgasm. Everything inside him gloried in the primal masculine feelings rising faster and faster. She stood and drew down the bedspread, then lay atop the sheets. A curl of heat exploded in his loins. Renewed desire flooded his body, stiffening his muscles and hardening his cock.
“Darlin’, I hope you have some more condoms, because all I had was that one,” he said with a sardonic tone.
“More? I have a whole darned box.” Her voice was deeper, filled with a sultry hunger that whispered along his skin. She rolled over and opened a drawer on the bedside table. She drew out a box and placed it on the bedside table. “Think these will be enough?”
He grinned, feeling damned potent. “Well, I dunno. The way I’m feeling right now we might need to run out and buy another box before the night is over.”
She laughed. His breath quickened as he settled on the bed beside her. Her arms came around his neck. As he skimmed his hand over her side, she shivered.
“Cold?” he asked.
“No. Turned on.”
Gratified by her eagerness to be with him, he also felt an acute awareness that she might change her mind about what they’d done.
“Tell me,” he said, “are we just doing this for tonight?” He heard the doubt in his voice and regretted his sharp jump into the subject.
Her hands slid down until they cupped his biceps. “I’m worried that you think that. Isn’t that what your original goal was? To sleep with me once and get me out of your system?”
He swallowed hard. Fuck. He couldn’t afford to be coy with her. “Yeah. Originally. But it wasn’t because I didn’t already have feelings for you.” He had to get this out in the open now before she misunderstood his true intentions. “From the first time I met you I started to have feelings for you. I know people would say that was too soon and all I was feeling was lust. But hell, every time I’m near you it just gets stronger and stronger. That can’t just be lust.”
Her fingers slipped over his erection, and he gasped. Jesus that felt like heaven, and a full-blown primitive desire to possess her dictated his next move. He reached for the box of condoms, ripped it open and sheathed his erection in record time. He was shaking with desire, a wild imperative to fuck her surging like lightning through his body. Before Marisa could make a sound, he mounted her. He lowered his hips between her thighs and found his way home, driving his cock between her slick folds and deep into her tight pussy. She gasped, and he immediately withdrew.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, worried.
Her hips arched upwards and her pussy bumped his cock. “No.”
With total relief he complied, once more surging into her in a hard thrust. She groaned again, and he echoed it with his own moan of pure ball-busting pleasure. Oh, Christ, that feels so damned good.
Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he started a driving, hard pumping. Her pussy clasped him tightly, the caress of her flesh starting a gathering leap to the finish. He rutted against her like a beast, spurred on as she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on tightly, arching and gasping for breath. He hammered deep within her, bucking like a wild man. But he’d be damned if he’d climax without her. Struggling for control, he reached between them and pressed his fingers against her clit. She came with a scream, her body shivering and quaking.
Forcing his hands under her hips, he held her as he lost it, driven by blind urgency. The tension became too much, the sounds of wet sex, friction scalding him inside. Her hands grabbed his ass and held on, then she did the one thing he didn’t expect and it decimated his control. She slipped a finger between his butt cheeks and the intimate touch splintered him into a million pieces. He came, hoarse cries tearing from his throat, unable to think as the orgasm drove him into heaven. This was more than simple pleasure, the most powerful, wrenching experience of his life. She screamed again, and he felt her convulsing around him. Her breath came in quick little pants as she came down from the orgasm, but as he continued to move inside her, the excitement dawned in her face. He braced on his palms and powered into her, determined to wrench another orgasm from her. Her hips surged frantically, and then Marisa whimpered low in her throat as climax wracked her body. In the aftermath she lay under him, and he quickly gathered her within his arms.
He realized, as she sighed and snuggled into him, that maybe he’d never understood true desire, true love until this moment. His heart expanded, glowed with sensations he’d never comprehended until he’d experienced this connection with Marisa.
And as he smiled and his arms tightened around her, he reveled in the beauty he’d discovered with her here and now. Life didn’t get any better than this. Not even tramping through a jungle to rescue tourists, fighting tangos in the desert. None of it meant anything in the face of what he must acknowledge.
He was falling for her.
Chapter Eight
Jake’s arms stayed tucked securely around Marisa as they lay in her bed, and she snuggled her ass back against his hips. She smiled. Mmm, that felt nice. So delicious and warm and…hard. The clock read three o’clock in the morning. She would be damn tired in the morning, but what the hey. Nothing felt better then lying in his arms, awake because her thoughts ran in several directions. Tears surged into her eyes, emotions flowing so strong and swift she couldn’t identify them all.
She lay there, reveling in the moment and trying to calm down. Despite her exhaustion, what happened between her and Jake wouldn’t relinquish its hold on her mind. Was their time together, despite his assurance, doomed to end?
Hell, that’s what you wanted. Right? She wanted him again, but three times in one night had left her a little sore. She left his arms slowly, afraid he’d awaken. When he didn’t and simply turned over on his side, she smiled. She knew the perfect way to clear her mind and calm down. Numbers. She’d go to her uncle’s office and crunch a few equations.
She slipped into a pair of sweatpants and tugged a tank top over her head. She found a pair of socks and put on her athletic shoes, then snatched up a small flashlight she stored in a drawer in the kitchen. She crept around quietly. No need to awaken Jake just because she couldn’t find slumber. She left the apartment and headed downstairs to her uncle’s office. This shouldn’t take long. Despite her love for numbers, nothing numbed her mind more in the middle of the night and destroyed insomnia for her.
Just as she opened her uncle’s office and stepped inside, she saw a small light dancing around the office as if in search of something. A dark figure straightened behind the desk. She gasped. A click sounded and the glow of the penlight revealed a big gun pointed right at her.
“Don’t move,” the voice hissed low. “Or I’ll shoot.”
Every muscle in her body stiffened as she froze to the spot. Her heart banged furiously in her chest, her breathing coming fast as horror launched full speed inside her. God, she couldn’t end this way.
Jake. God, Jake. Please help me.
But Jake slept upstairs, oblivious. She’d have to extract herself from of this mess, or not escape at all.
“Who are you?” she forced the question through a throat tight and dry with tension.
She reached out and did as told. A woman stood behind her uncle’s desk, her black hair full and thick, falling over her shoulders like a cascade of night. She must have been beautiful once, but her hair looked dull, dry and her skin so pale the contrast against her hair looked sickly rather than striking. The woman’s pretty face could still launch a thousand ships, but her flashing brown eyes were cold. She wore a thick blue coat, out of context with the summer heat. Her long fingernails were cracked and there was dirt under them.
“Where is it?” the woman asked, her true voice melodious and deep for a woman.
“Where is what?” Marisa’s stomach clenched, and nausea surged inside her.
“My necklace. I left it here and I’ve gotta have it. I need it. It holds my heart.”
“Necklace?”
“Yeah. I have to have it or the pain will never go away.”
Whoever this woman was, she was nuttier than the Mad Hatter, and Marisa saw the sharp, raw desperation within the woman’s glassy eyes. The woman’s fingers clenched on the gun, then she turned off the penlight and stuck it in her coat pocket.
“Okay,” Marisa said. “I’ll help you find the necklace if you put the weapon down.”
“No, you’ll sit in that chair.” The woman’s hand shook, and so did the gun. She pointed toward a chair near the desk. “And you’ll tell me where the necklace is, or I’ll have to hurt you.”
The woman’s eyes sharpened into solid ice. Sweat beaded the woman’s upper lip. Marisa had no reason to doubt the lady’s seriousness. “Okay, no problem.”
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