Someone Like Her(102)

 “I didn’t forget. I was just saving the best for last.” She fingered the hook on his pants, slipping it apart, then unzipped him.

 His breath hitched when she took him in hand and began to stroke him. Although she was fairly new at sex play, she learned damn fast. She leaned away and watched as she toyed with him. He braced his hands behind him, half reclining, and let her have at him for a few minutes. Jesus, she excited him like no other.

 “Lift up your dress and touch yourself, Maria.” He brushed her hand away and wrapped his fingers around himself. She gave him an uncertain look. “Do it. Make yourself wet for me.”

 Fisting the skirt, she held his gaze as she tentatively slid her middle finger through her folds. “Does this turn you on?”

 “Hell yes, it turns me on. Can you make yourself come?”

 “If you’d close your eyes and not watch, maybe.”

 Was she kidding? “Not a chance.” He stroked his hand up his shaft, pleased when her gaze followed his motions. Whether she realized it or not, she began to mimic him, pushing her finger inside her when his hand reached the base of his cock, then playing with her clit when he moved up to the head. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced, and he imprinted this moment in his mind so he’d never forget how she looked pleasuring herself in the moonlight.

 “Jake.”

 He heard her need and reached up, lightly pinching her clit between his finger and thumb. Her eyes closed, her body gave a great shudder, and she fell onto him. The beat of her heart thumped, thumped against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her back and held her close.

 Mine, his heart screamed, and the whole of him was in complete agreement. Always and forever, she would be his. When she quieted, he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.

 “If you’re reaching for a condom, we don’t need one.”

 He stilled. What was she saying? With everything else they’d needed to talk about, he hadn’t gotten to the part about the broken condom. If she was pregnant, he would be joyously happy but if not, a little time together before any babies would be nice.

 “I’m on the pill . . . never went off them after Jonathan. Even then, he always used a condom and I’ve not been with anyone else since. So I’m healthy, you’re healthy, and we don’t need that.”

 “Then you’re not pregnant?”

 “No, why would you think so?”

 “No reason.” He lowered his mouth and nuzzled her neck, a little surprised he was disappointed she wasn’t pregnant. “How do you know I’m healthy?”

 “I know everything. You had a company physical right before you left for Egypt and it came back clean.”

 “And you know this how?”

 She gave a little snort. “Seriously? Along with accounting, payroll, and all the other stuff, I’m also in charge of human resources. I saw the report from the doctor.”

 It was something he’d never thought to wonder about, where those reports from the doctor went. K2 required an annual physical, so he went and then forgot about it. He stuck the wallet back into his pocket.

 Smiling, she rocked against him. “Love me, Jake.”

 “My heart’s desire,” he answered and slid into her. Sweet Jesus, he never could have imagined how good it would feel without a rubbery barrier between them.



     Jake squirmed on the car seat. His pants were soaked through, his ass was wet, and his skin gritty with sand. Maria hadn’t fared much better. Her dress was probably ruined, but she didn’t seem to care as she talked to her brother on the phone, assuring him she was happy they’d contacted Miguel Garcia.

 “Oh, and I’m engaged.” She glanced at him and winked. “And we’re going to San Diego on our honeymoon so I can meet my father.”

 The closeness of the two had always been obvious. Jake was glad because without her brother, God knew what her life would be like today. The one thing he did know was that he’d have never met her and now, he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it.

 He turned the car onto his driveway. “Hang up, Maria. Tell him we’ll come by in the morning and you can talk his ear off.”

 Maria told Logan she’d see him the next day, then handed Jake his phone back. She’d wanted to call her father—it still astounded her she could say that—as soon as they returned to the car, but Jake had convinced her she should wait until they got home.

 She was still trying to take everything in. Jake had said he loved her, asked her to marry him, then told her he’d found her father. Her mind was so scrambled by the thrill of it all, she didn’t know what to do with herself.