The best trouble ever.
I’m clawing at his black T-shirt, trying to drag it up his torso, but he’s keeping himself just out of my reach, frustrating the hell out of me.
“Please,” I whisper. He drags his lips, his tongue, back up my chest and neck, lowers himself against me, and buries his hands in my hair, brushing it gently.
“We are not going to take this fast, baby.” He nibbles my lips. “I’m going to make love to you, as slowly as possible. I didn’t think we’d be here again, and I want to savor you.”
“It’s no wonder you win Grammys,” I murmur. “You have such a way with words.”
He shakes his head and chuckles. “Every word is true.” He skims his nose down mine, sending goose bumps down my arms. “I know that our love isn’t perfect, Addie. But I do know that I will fight for us, I will protect you.”
“Even though I’m a wreck sometimes?” I whisper.
“In spite of it. I love your chaos, sweetheart.” He kisses me now, truly kisses me, taking it long and slow, in that perfect way that Jake does. This man has a gift when it comes to his mouth.
He’s plucking pins out of my hair, letting it down, and then his fingertips scrub my scalp, making me purr.
“That feels nice,” I say against his lips.
“I love your hair,” he says with a grin. “I love your style. And I love that I never know from one day to the next what you’ll look like. I have so much fun with you.”
“That might be the best compliment anyone has ever paid me,” I say, surprised. “Most people just see the boobs or the legs. They don’t pay attention to anything else.”
“I see you,” he says as his lips take a journey down my neck. His hands are pulling on my dress at my shoulders, pulling it down far enough to reveal my breasts. “Not that your tits aren’t absolutely gorgeous.” He grins up at me as he takes my already hard nipple into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. My hips surge up, but he’s holding me firmly.
And he’s hard.
He moves to the other side, paying it the same attention. I try to pull his shirt up again, and this time he helps me pull it over his head and tosses it aside, then resumes showing my breasts just how much he missed them.
And I get to touch his smooth skin, skimming my fingers up either side of his spine, into his hair, and down again. He’s low enough that I can hook my feet into the back pockets of his jeans and give a little tug. “I’d love it if you were naked right now.”
“I’d like to get you there first,” he replies, and helps me shimmy out of my dress and bra; then, with just my panties remaining, he plants his hand flat on my chest and pushes me back down onto the couch. “God, you take my breath away.”
I smile brightly as his gaze rakes down my body, then back up to my face. “Thank you.”
He leaves wet, openmouthed kisses down my torso, on my belly button, my hip. He hooks his thumbs into my panties and guides them down my hips and legs, kissing every inch of me as he slowly peels them off of me.
He tosses them aside, and kisses the arch of my foot. I’m lying here, bare as the day I was born, open wide for him, and he’s still taking his sweet time, kissing me, gazing at me.
Making me fucking crazy.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, then takes my other foot in his hand and begins his journey back up my leg.
I jump when his tongue grazes the back of my knee.
“Ticklish?” he asks.
“I had no idea that was an erogenous zone,” I breathe. He raises a brow and skims his tongue over the sensitive skin again. I tip my head back and moan, then gasp as he kisses up my inner thigh.
“I will never get enough of your pussy,” he whispers as he pulls my lips apart with his thumbs and leans in to swipe his tongue from my opening to my clit in one long, fluid motion, sending me reeling. “So pink, so responsive.”
I bury my fingers in his hair and tug, but he’s stronger than me. He just grins up at me and continues to wreak havoc on every nerve in my body with that amazing mouth of his, pulling my lips into his mouth and sucking gently, his tongue massaging and driving me out of my ever-loving mind.
“Jake!”
“Yes, baby.” He slides his hands under my ass and tilts me up. “You taste so sweet.”
“You’re going to make me come.” I can’t breathe, and I don’t care.
“That’s the goal,” he says with a chuckle, then blows on me, making the wet skin cool. He gently pushes two fingers inside me and wraps his lips around my clit, sucking in little pulses.
And that’s it. I’m done. I cry out as my world explodes into a million tiny pieces. My body is on fire. I can’t think. I can’t do anything except feel.
As I come down from the high, Jake kisses the sensitive crease between my thigh and pussy, then up my body, covering me again. I reach between us and unfasten his jeans, tugging them down his hips, and when he springs free, I cup him in my hand and guide the tip to where his mouth was just moments ago.
“Addie,” he whispers, his amazing green eyes pinned to mine.
“Jake.”
He’s barely inside me, but oh God, it feels so fucking good. I’m still gripping the shaft, and urge him in farther, until he’s buried completely inside me and we both sigh.
I clench my muscles, squeezing him, and he groans. “I missed you so much.”