Taking the sack from his hand, Harmony looked inside and gasped. “Honor gave you this?” she asked in a high pitched squeak, unable to tear her eyes away from the supersized box of Trojan condoms. “My sweet, shy baby sister, Honor?”
Nodding solemnly, Jake fought his grin. “That, and a stern reminder that she was out of bedrooms at your house. As she put it, the inn was all filled up. At least she thought my equipment would demand the extra-large variety,” he grumbled. “I hope she shares that with your Aunt Orla!”
Covering her face with one hand, Harmony fell back against the throw pillow behind her head and groaned as she dropped the bag to the floor beside them. “God save me from my sisters… the condom queens of Paradise County.”
“Don’t forget the sex pill pusher,” Jake added with a deep chuckle. “I’ll give your aunt credit. I’m gratified to know that the geriatric crowd still has game,” he growled against her neck, muffling his laughter.
She couldn’t help giggling with him. Her family, while well meaning, were definitely crazy as loons. She was just thankful that they could laugh about it. Catching her breath as he lifted his head to stare down at her, she smiled.
Jake touched her mouth lightly with his index finger, tracing her lips. “I love that smile, darlin’. Most beautiful thing in the world, that smile.”
Blinking slowly, Harmony felt her insides warm under the glow of his praise. She felt beautiful when he looked at her the way he was now. “Thank you,” she whispered softly.
“Darlin’, all condom jokes aside, I still want to love on you tonight. Let me carry you into the bedroom and show you how good it can be between us. We’ll leave the condoms out here. As much as I wanna bury myself in your sweet body, you’re not ready for that yet. But, that doesn’t mean that I can’t make sure we’re both well satisfied. There are a lot of ways I can bring us both some sweet relief,” he suggested between soft, passionate kisses. “Let me use my tongue and my hands to ease this ache we both have,” he whispered, dipping his head to pull her nipple between his lips and suckle.
“Ahhh,” Harmony moaned, her back arching of the sofa as his tongue flickered across her nipples. Biting her lip as his hand moved between them to stroke between her thighs, she bit back a scream of delight.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” he growled his approval, brushing the wet satin of her panties with his knuckle. “God, baby, you’re killin’ me. Tell me I can have you. Tell me that I can have all this slippery sweet cream,” he urged deeply in her ear as his knuckle dragged up and down against her folds.
It was a point of no return, and Harmony knew it. She was simply beyond caring. His mouth and hands were doing wickedly hot things to her body… things that felt naughty and wild. Things she’d never felt before. Her pussy screamed for her to let go and let Jacob take control of the situation. Lifting her hips to press against her hand, she moaned when Jake’s teeth scraped her neck.
“What’s it gonna be, Sweetness?” Jake asked, nipping the shell of her ear. “You gonna let me put out that fire burning inside you? You ready to take a chance on me?”
Swallowing down the lump of panic rising in her throat before she allowed it to damage the moment, Harmony nodded. She wanted this…whatever this was between them. It felt good, but even more surprising, it felt natural.
“Say the words,” he demanded in that deep velvety voice that sent shivers of excitement racing down her spine.
“The words?” she echoed breathlessly, her eyes glued to his firm lips…the sane lips that had already delivered her more pleasure in an hour than she’d ever had in her life so far.
“Yeah, baby, I need to hear the words. Tell me that you want this. I need to hear you say it so that there’s not any misunderstanding between us later.”
Oh, God. It was three words that he wanted from her. Three simple words. A simple affirmation that this was her desire…her will at work. Saying them meant that this…whatever this was between them… was her decision, given freely without coercion. Of course, she knew these words would change her life. Of that, she had no doubt. Possession burned behind Jacob’s dark, fierce eyes and if she consented…if she agreed, life as she knew it was bound to change forever. She couldn’t pretend otherwise. An idiot could look at Jacob Stone and see he radiated danger. Staring in his darkened eyes as he hovered above her as he took his weight on his elbows so that he didn’t crush her, she sensed that she’d always be safe with him. It was everybody else that needed to be wary. He made her feel protected.