Not to mention she needed to find Marianna. If Jake had found her, it would have been the first thing he told Angela. Jake wouldn't hold information like that from her. They could be wrong about Mario abducting Marianna.
She peered out the front window when a car pulled up out front. A moment later, Jake stalked up her walk, appearing larger than life when he stepped onto her porch.
"I don't think it's a good idea to stay here very long," she told him when she closed the door behind Jake.
"Where are we?" he asked, squinting against the darkness.
"My house." Something darkened in Jake's gaze when she lifted her gaze to his. "We needed somewhere to talk. I'm sure they will look for us here, but hopefully we have enough time to debrief each other first."
Her insides reacted to him moving into her space. Taking a step back seemed to show him as much. Angela walked through her house, not bothering with lights. They couldn't give any indication someone was here. His car was registered to a rental agency and as long as Jake hadn't been followed, it could be parked there for any of her neighbors. Most of the houses on her block didn't have driveways, including hers. However, if the FBI already knew he was driving it, there wasn't any predicting how long until they showed up.
"Did you check out of the Drake?" He was right behind her.
Angela paused in her kitchen. Her house smelled musky, but her AC unit was new and doing a damn good job of cooling the place off. Unfortunately, it didn't appear to be working on her insides. Just knowing how close Jake was behind her created a heat that surged into a raging fever within seconds. Jake might think she deserved better. Already Angela was thinking of several ways to show him it couldn't get better than the two of them together ... naked ... orgasm after orgasm.
Crap!
"Not officially," she managed, clearing her throat as she opened her refrigerator although there wasn't a damn thing in it. She'd cleaned it out before going undercover. "But I brought everything with me."
"I saw your suitcases at the door. Maybe we can talk while we drive." Jake grabbed her arms, pulling her backward before turning her around. He held her against him. In spite of how much taller he was than her, it seemed she easily molded against him. Jake grabbed the mass of hair she'd twisted in a knot at the back of her head and tugged. "I shouldn't have run out on you earlier."
"Why did you?"
"I was an idiot," he snarled, lowering his head and nipping her earlobe.
"Really?" she snapped. "So now we pick up where we left off?"
Jake didn't let go of her hair. "Sounds like a damn good idea to me," he whispered, his face hovering just above hers.
"So all you want is lots of sex?" She wasn't sure why she was pursuing this. They needed to be discussing the case.
"At the airport, after I'd been told to clear out and the place was surrounded by uniforms and suits, all that mattered was gathering what evidence I could so you could make this bust. I'm not going to let them take that away from you. Now why would I do that for you, Angela? Why would I risk spending a night in jail for you?"
"I don't know," she whispered, her mouth suddenly too dry.
"I do." Jake seared her mouth with a kiss that sent her world tumbling upside down. He demanded entrance, impaled her with his tongue, and made love to her mouth with so much feeling and emotion that Angela swam in it.
If the power existed to make him stop, it was washed away as he held her in his arms. Jake leaned over, causing Angela to lean backward. Her back was damn near parallel with the floor, but she didn't care. There wasn't a safer, more comfortable spot in the world than being wrapped in his arms.
Jake had skills. Incredible seductive skills. Angela didn't consider herself a novice, but letting go, allowing him free reign to devour her and show her the emotions and feelings he just implied he had for her, would have had her floating over the floor anyway.
There was a tiny voice in the back of her head telling her she was making a mistake. Solve this case, bring down the game, and part ways amiably. That was what she should do. Angela didn't listen very well. Instead, she dragged her fingers over his shoulders until his curls tickled her hands. His hair was soft, tousled, and crawling through it as she opened up more for him was the final act.
They'd reached the most dangerous part of this case. And now it was worse. Whereas usually when the law was called in after Angela pieced all the clues together, this time it only added to the perils surrounding them. She would have to worry about Mario and the FBI. Doing so by Jake's side sounded a hell of a lot better than doing it alone.
"I want you," Jake growled when he left her mouth and started a scalding trail of kisses down the side of her face to her neck. "Don't tell me no, darling, please."
"No" didn't seem to be in her vocabulary at the moment. "My bedroom is--" Her words got stuck in her throat when Jake lifted her into his arms.
"Where?" He walked out of the kitchen.
Angela pointed, feeling weird and at the same time incredibly loved when Jake sprinted up the stairs, He pushed open the first door he came to at the top of the stairs.
"No. That one." Angela pointed again. "You don't have to carry me."
Jake was on a mission. He ignored her comment, kept her cradled in his arms, and headed toward the door she indicated.
All that virile muscle was too much. Every inch of him was hard and toned. Roped muscle flexed against her as he moved. He pushed open her bedroom door, walked to her bed, and placed her on it.
"Undress." His voice was muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Angela moved to her knees, reaching for the T-shirt she'd put on and grabbing the end of it. She froze as Jake tossed his shirt to the floor and kicked off his shoes. They'd been naked before. And it was dark in her bedroom. But her eyes adjusted and she drank in the view of him.
Jake was more man than any woman should have a right to. Every inch of him was fine-tuned, like a well-oiled machine. His torso and shoulders were tan, and a spray of dark hair made his naked chest even more of a mouthwatering feast.
"If you care about those clothes at all you better take them off." The warning edge in his tone was full of dark promises of everything Jake was capable of being.
And with a body like that, skills that he'd mastered long before meeting her, and a passion that made his eyes glow, Angela turned into all thumbs as she struggled with her shirt.
It made it to the floor along with her shoes. Her voice was scratchy, but she forced herself to be practical: "Do you have a condom?" In spite of her justifiable anger when he'd left her earlier, his eagerness to be with her made her feel more desirable. "We really should practice safe sex." She flopped back on her bed, messing with the zipper on her shorts. There were other women out there who possibly would hate her for being with Jake, yet he looked at her as if she were all that mattered in the world.
"I bought some the other day." His curls fell around his face when he glanced down and peeled off his shorts.
She was about to ask when he had bought them, curious as to what would have made him do so. Was he that confident that he'd be able to seduce her?
Angela didn't know how to handle his easy manner and confident skills. She was always the one to instigate sex and call the shots in any relationship she'd been in over the years. Jake hadn't forced himself on her. She was doing this because she wanted it. But he wasn't singing out his desire to remain by her side, either. Although he insisted his actions during the bust were done out of stronger feelings for her, Jake hadn't elaborated. She was starting to feel as if it were impossible to control love.
Love?
Her body ached as she stared at him. She swelled and was wet instantly as she took in his nakedness. Jake didn't rush her as she thought he would. She pushed her shorts down her legs, along with her underwear, pulling her legs to her chest until she had them off.
Jake took them from her as he crawled onto the bed. "Tell me you want this," he said, dropping her clothes off the
side of the bed, then caressing the side of her face. "I want you to be sure."
His expression was strained and it made her heart swell until she could barely breathe. "I don't want to be a notch on a bedpost."
Even when he smiled, Angela swore there was pain on his face. "There's no way," he uttered, coming over her like a calm giant. In spite of the hesitation he suggested existed, Jake didn't falter as he brought his face to hers. "I don't know how to describe this, Angela," he said on a breath, then teased her lower lip with his teeth.
He gripped her hip, adjusting her underneath him although he never once pressed his body against hers. As he braced himself over her a fiery heat scorched her body with the two of them naked, so close, yet not quite touching.
"I don't, either," she whispered, and lifted her head, wanting more than just teasing.
Jake was the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on. He was also one hell of a good partner. If there was something igniting between the two of them that was stronger than the lust surging through her body right now, she wanted to explore it.
Would Jake really want to try to have a relationship with her?
Was that something she was willing to consider?
Jake caught her gaze and held on to it as he ran his hand up her body, adding to the heat already boiling her alive. Wherever he touched her, sparks ignited just under her flesh, building the pressure between her legs. They stared at each other, and she watched his pupils dilate. The way he watched her made her believe her thoughts must have been written all over her face.
"I want this to work." He made the promise as he pressed his cheek to hers, forcing her head to the side, then began nipping at her neck. His teeth scraped over her sensitive flesh. "You won't regret this."
Angela wanted to curl her toes. She wanted to lift her body off the bed and press it against his. She ached to wrap her legs around him, force him down, and draw him deep inside her.
Jake cupped her breast, wrapping his long fingers around her flesh. When he tugged and at the same time pinched her nipple, sharp streaks shot through her.
"I'm not so far," she gasped. Angela grabbed him, digging her nails deep into solid muscle, and held on for dear life. She swore she saw the lightning flashes that shot over her body and straight between her legs.
"You're sensitive. I like that." He purred like a satisfied cat and lowered his head, treasuring his new discovery as he began torturing one nipple and then the other.
Jake lapped at her hardened peaks, moistening them, then breathing hot breath over her puckered flesh until she swore she'd melt underneath him. But as he eased himself down, moving with the skilled prowess of a seasoned hunter ready to enjoy the spoils of his riches, his hard, swollen dick brushed against her leg.
Angela dragged her fingers through his hair, lifting her head and watching as he sucked her breasts. Such a simple act, yet capable of doing things to her that sent her insides spiking to dangerous levels. The pulsing between her legs, the heat scouring her alive, and the pressure that continued building until she was positive she'd explode any moment brought her both pleasure and pain.
Jake didn't hurt her. Even when he dragged his teeth over her nipples, creating sensations that rippled over her body, she held his head firmly where it was, demanding silently that he continue with what he was doing.
He continued feasting on her breasts. Angela wasn't paying attention to how she squirmed and moved her hips, anxious to relieve the pressure but enjoying every minute of it building. Jake slipped his hand down her belly, caressing her flesh until he cupped her pussy. His dick did a wicked dance against her leg as he parted her soaked flesh and groaned.
"You're so wet," he said, scorching her with his hot breath when he spoke with her nipple in his mouth. "Angela," he breathed.
With every caress, every kiss, ever tender bite, Jake tortured her worse than he'd ever know. All the feelings and sensations wrapped around one another until she couldn't separate them. When he sunk his fingers deep inside her, Angela gritted her teeth, fighting not to let go but knowing at the same time she would lose the battle. He moved his fingers, twisting them and caressing her insides until he found that spot.
It was a spot Angela wasn't sure had ever been touched before. "Jake!" she howled, slapping her hands on the bed beside her. "God! Crap!" she howled, arching into him as wave after wave of pressure released inside her.
"That's it, sweetheart. Come for me. God, you're beautiful." His words floated toward her.
She thought her eyes were opened, but as flashes of colors erupted before her, warm lavenders that quickly exploded into bright, radiant mahoganies, she blinked, aching to see him watch her. When she managed to focus, the sight of his face created another sensation that damn near did her in. Angela wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Her orgasm continued releasing as he thrust his fingers deeper inside her, twisting them so his knuckles scraped the sensitive soaked flesh that clamped down against them. But the expression on his face, the way his eyes glowed with awe and adoration, and the slight grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth when he caught her staring at him created yet another, different type of sensation that constricted around her heart.
"I want you," she gasped, and watched his green eyes grow brighter.
"Wait a minute, sweetheart. You just came really hard."
She loved the sound of his baritone. And the way the corner of his mouth turned up, making his grin crooked, gave him a roguish look that was as hot as what he was doing to her body.
It was hard to talk, but she didn't want to wait. Angela lifted her hand, which felt lighter than the air, and curved into him as she reached for his dick. When he slipped his fingers out of her, trying to stop her, the sigh that slipped out of her made him pause. At the same time, it allowed her to reach for him.
"Now," she whispered, her voice scratchy.
Chapter Fifteen
Jake swore his eyes rolled back in his head when Angela wrapped her warm fingers around his cock. He grabbed her wrist, ready to tell her she wouldn't get her wish if she touched him like that much longer. But she tugged, and every inch of him lurched from the pressure that tightened his balls and made it impossible to speak.
"Turnabout is fair play," she said, her soft, alluring tone still husky from her orgasm.
Jake glared at her, or tried to, but her soft smile and the radiant glow on her face simply added to the gentle torture session she administered. He couldn't remember when he'd last gone so long without having sex. Although he didn't regret turning down the many offers he'd received before leaving California, it made him more vulnerable than he'd ever felt before.
Something told him it wasn't from lack of sex, though. His vulnerability wasn't physical but from raw emotions, feelings that were too exposed. With a word, a wrong look, an indifferent action, Angela would destroy him. He'd never been this exposed to a woman before. She controlled everything about him. He swore he wouldn't be able to breathe if he didn't know beforehand that she was safe and happy. When had everything about Angela started mattering more than anything else in his life?
Angela loosened her grip, which allowed a small amount of oxygen to return to his brain, but then her fingers began caressing his shaft. Slowly, deliberately, and with the most temptuous gaze on her face, Angela pulled his dick, commanding his movements with the slightest of gestures.
"You're either climbing on top or rolling on your back," she informed him, and pressed her thumb into the sensitive flesh just below his swollen tip.
Jake hissed in a breath, trying again to grab her wrist, remove her hand so he could regain control of the situation. It was all he could do to reach next to them, to the floor where their clothes were in a pile, and find the condoms in his shorts pocket.
She grinned. "Apparently I'm not the only one with sensitive parts of the body." She was gloating, completely in control, and rubbing it in his face.
Jake growled. It was the best he could do. She might think him nothing more
than a Neanderthal, but at the moment he didn't care. There was only one thing he could do, and with what little oxygen nestled in his brain it sounded like the perfect plan to him.
Jake pulled her hand from his dick, lifting himself over her as he pushed her hand over her head and kept it there. "You asked for this, darling," he informed her, taking her legs and bringing them up to his chest. He ripped one of the packages open with his teeth and freed the lubricated latex. If she was surprised at his skills in slipping it over his dick while keeping his attention on her, she didn't show it.
He let go, leaving her feet to rest on his shoulders as his dick found her entrance. The heat radiating from inside her worked as a magnet, drawing him closer. She would never know how she still controlled the situation in spite of him cheating and taking advantage of being bigger and stronger than she was.
His cock weighed half a ton. His balls were pinched so tight the pain streaked right up the middle of him, like an intense flame scalding his insides. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure too intense to describe but one that robbed him of all senses other than burying himself deep within her tight, soaked, slick walls. He wanted to know that pleasure more than he wanted his next breath.
"You're not playing fair," he heard her say.
Angela twisted underneath him, moving her legs so that her silky smooth skin brushed against his chest and arms. But it was that soaked heat, that promise of pleasure, that took over his brain. Her pussy pressed against his balls and the underside of his dick, and Jake's entire world turned upside down.
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