Hard as Stone(51)

“No risk, no reward, Harmony,” Jacob whispered, moving his lips over her cheek. “Take a chance, baby.”

“One chance, Jake. That’s all I’ve got in me. You blow it and….”

His eyes flashed as she spoke. “I’m not going to ever deliberately hurt you, Harmony.”

“Uh huh. Well, if you can live with my doubts, I’ll try this with you. And yes, I want this,” she confirmed quietly. Harmony caught her breath as his lips twisted into a smile, changing his face.

“That’s all I needed to hear darlin’.” Rearing back on his knees, Jacob climbed to his feet and bent down to scoop her into his arms. Turning toward the closed door of the only bedroom in the cabin, his feet ate the short distance quickly.





Chapter Sixteen



Harmony tightened her arms around Jacob’s neck as he shouldered his way into the darkened bedroom. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light as he carried her to the big bed that monopolized most of the room. Bouncing slightly as he dropped her on the middle of the mattress, her breath caught as one of his long arms reached over her prone body to twist on the lamp on the bedside table. “Jake, we don’t need a light, do we?” she asked, frowning when the glow of the bulb illuminated the room. Covering her exposed breasts self-consciously, she inwardly cursed. Sure, he’d already seen her body, but he hadn’t really explored it yet. She didn’t want the damn lights highlighting every flaw she possessed – at least, not the first time they were intimate.

“I thought I already told you not to hide from me, Harmony,” Jake growled, watching as her palms covered her gorgeous breasts. “Do I need to tie your hands behind your back to get my point across?” he asked, leaning forward to pull her wrists away from her body.

Harmony’s breath quickened as she imagined being bound and helpless beneath Jake’s massive body. Flashing him a look that was part fear, part curiosity, she lifted her chin. “Is that your kink? You like bondage?” She was surprised how wet the thought of being at his mercy made her.

“Darlin’, I don’t have a kink, but I will say that if something turns you on and it makes me hard, I’m not gonna put anything off the table,” he continued in that deep, rich voice that sent a thrill chasing down her spine as one of his thumbs brushed against the inside of her wrist. “So, I’ll ask again, am I gonna have to tie those pretty hands behind your back to keep them from hindering my view of perfection?”

Harmony shook her head slowly as she dropped her head back against the pillows on the bed. “No,” she conceded softly. “I guess not. This time,” she added with a faint smile.

Jake returned her smile with a wicked grin of his own as he dropped her wrists from his grip. “Good, because I’ve been lookin’ forward to feeling those little hands moving all over me for weeks. But I gotta say that I’m glad to see the idea of experimentin’ with each other doesn’t turn you off,” he returned darkly, unfastening the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt as he stood beside the bed staring down at her sprawled body.

No, she could safely say that the idea of exploring her boundaries with Jake didn’t repulse her. It made her hot. Shifting her legs to try to quell some of the empty ache between her legs, she watched as he lifted a hand over his head and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it over his flexing stomach in one smooth motion and baring his torso to her. “Oh, my,” she breathed as she gazed at his hard, muscled chest and rippled arms. The man was seriously ripped. One lean arm was sleeved in ink, and his hard chest was covered with several colorful tattoos that begged to be touched and traced with her tongue. His flat chiseled stomach and six pack were marred by a few faint, almost unnoticeable scars that would fill her with questions later, but for now, the deep V that fed into his low riding jeans mesmerized her. God, he was built like a Greek god that could probably bed anyone he chose just by crooking one finger in her direction, and he still wanted to be with her. Her mind worked double time to try to process that information, but her body was interested in far more carnal pursuits. It was everything she could do to keep her hands still at her sides. Her palms itched to touch him and learn what made him groan and sigh, but she didn’t know the rules yet.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Jacob asked, one side of his mouth quirking upward when he noticed her eyes grow hazy with desire. Seeing her almost eager nod, his eyes softened on her. “Good, because those feelings are mutual. I love what I see. Make no mistake about that, Harmony,” he advised, popping the fly of his jeans open and shoving the denim off his hips. Stripped to his grey cotton boxers, he watched her eyes dilate and glanced down at himself. Smirking at his sizeable erection peeking out over the top of his underwear, he raised one eyebrow at her. “You seem surprised by what I’m packin’, honey. I told you that I get hard any time you’re near me, and you’ve already felt me against you. This can’t really surprise you, can it?”