“See?” She looked up at him and sucked in a breath of awareness when she saw how close he was standing. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. She swallowed audibly and then looked back to the large screen.
Tearing his gaze from the sweet spot in her neck, Jake forced himself to look at the pictures.
He couldn’t believe what he saw. “What the—”
“Don’t worry,” she quickly explained. “I can Photoshop it out.”
“I hope so,” Jake said. He wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or proud. Since it was Jake, he went with proud. His pictures looked more like they’d be featured in Playgirl than a community calendar. He was standing at full attention, tenting his turnout pants something fierce. “My mom buys this calendar.”
Tessa giggled a little as she scrolled through the shots. “I know. I’ll take care of it. I promise.”
Jake placed his hands on Tessa’s jean-clad hips and pulled her against him. Leaning down, he whispered suggestively in her ear, “You promise, huh?”
Jake knew that this wasn’t the time or the place, but at this moment, neither of those things really mattered to him. He gripped her hips tighter as her backside pressed against his throbbing manhood.
“Jake.” His name came out as a plea, her voice threaded with need.
His body immediately recognized hers. His responses had always been and still were so much more intense with Tessa than any other woman he’d touched. This was the real thing. Everything else had just been a cheap, not even remotely satisfying imitation.
“God, you feel so good.” They were fully clothed and Jake felt more connected to her than he had with hundreds of women when he’d been naked and inside of them.
Tessa whimpered and she melted back against him. Her fingers reached up and wrapped around his biceps as if to anchor herself to him. Feeling her holding on to him as her nails dug into his skin caused Jake to feel a primal surge of arousal spread through him. So much stronger than merely being turned on.
He needed to touch her. Skin to skin. His palms slid to her stomach as his fingers dipped beneath her jeans.
“Jake…my…next appointment—” Tessa feebly protested through choppy breaths.
“I locked the door when I came in,” he growled.
Her head fell to the side against his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to press his lips to the soft spot on the base of her neck. She moaned as his lips grazed her sensitive skin. Needing to taste her, he gently licked and kissed a trail up the side of her neck.
She gripped him harder as she moaned, “Are you sure…we should… Is this…a good ide—”
“Do you want me to touch you?” Jake interrupted, getting right to the point. That was all that mattered in this moment.
During these past few days that he’d been at the station house, he’d had a lot of time to think. There was nothing Jake or Tessa could do to erase the past. And he knew that he had no control over the future. All he had—all they had—was right here, right now.
“Yes,” Tessa whispered as her body melted against his.
“Tell me,” Jake demanded. He wanted to hear her say it.
“I want you to touch me,” she said breathlessly.
Urgency swept through Jake as he made quick work of her button and zipper. The second it was down, his fingers slid beneath her satin panties. He felt a sprinkling of hair at the top of her femininity, sending a jolt of need to shoot through him.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded roughly as his fingers continued their erotic path to her core. Tessa whimpered as she did as he’d asked. His fingers dipped lower and he groaned as they glided against her soft, moist lips. “You’re so wet.”
“You’re so hard,” she moaned in a soft, anxious sigh. As the candid words left her mouth, she tilted her hips back, pressing her ass into his erection and almost causing him to come in his pants.
The motion also caused her distended nub to brush against the pad of his finger. She cried out at the contact. He moved his finger in a circular motion, spreading her wetness as he slid over her nub again and again until he felt her legs begin to shake.
“Oh God…Jake…I’m gonna—”
“I know.” Jake’s finger moved at a steady rhythm as he felt her growing wetter and wetter. His other hand slid beneath her sweater. His palm grazed over her ribs and continued up until he felt the bottom of her bra. His hand cupped her breast beneath her bra and he felt her hardened nipple rubbing against his palm.
Squeezing her plump flesh in his hand just once, Jake removed his hand from beneath her sweater and bra knowing, exactly what he needed to do to send Tessa up and over the edge.