She sat up and flattened her hands against his firm chest, his skin warming her palms. With her arms raised, he cupped her breasts with his hands. She would’ve dropped her head back in pure ecstasy if she wasn’t so anxious to have his mouth on hers again. As if she’d spoken her wish, he bestowed a long, reckless kiss...hot and wet and magnificent.
She was dying of curiosity to know what the rest of him looked like. She unzipped his pants and pushed them to the floor. She dipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his gray boxer briefs, shimmying them down his trim hips. He kissed her again, and she wrapped her hand around his length, relishing the forceful groan that he made into her mouth.
He urged her to lie back, kissing her bare stomach. She watched as he unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them south. His eyes were on her body as if he were entranced. Everything between her legs was eager for attention. Her entire body tensed with anticipation. “Touch me, Jacob. Please.” The words had wandered out of her mouth, the thoughts in her head trickling out.
He tugged her panties down, casting his dark eyes up toward hers as his fingers met her apex. She couldn’t let go of her grip on his head as he rocked his hand back and forth. It felt impossibly good to be at his mercy—wanted, desired. The pain of the past washed away like the tide erases writing in the sand. Their gazes locked, and it was as if she could see more of him, parts that he obscured, the vulnerable things he had hidden from her.
The pressure was building, the peak within her grasp too soon. “Make love to me,” she said. How many times had she imagined this? Hundreds, and it hadn’t come close to matching the real thing.
He dotted her stomach with soft, open-mouth kisses, firmly gripping her waist. When he rose to his feet, he opened the top drawer of a tall, dark-wood bureau. He ripped open the foil packet and handed her the condom. She wasn’t about to ruin the moment with mention of the reasons they might not need one. Plus, she liked the idea of focusing on him, just as he had on her.
He stretched out next to her, the most magnificent creature she’d ever seen—strong and muscled, but graceful and lean. He dropped his head back when she wrapped her fingers around him and rolled on the condom. When he returned his sights to her, he looked as if he wanted to consume her, heart and soul.
She arched her back, welcoming him as he sank into her, slowly, carefully, with a reverence she’d never expected or experienced. Her mind was a swirling vortex of thoughts and sensations, the most powerful of which was that she’d suspected he would feel wonderful, but not like this. She couldn’t have prepared herself for it feeling this good.
He rolled his hips when his body met hers. It built the pressure in her belly quickly, her breaths coming faster now. Her hands roved over the muscled contours of his back, trailing down to his glorious backside. His kisses were deep and long, matching the steady and satisfying rock of their bodies. She wrapped her ankles around his waist, wanting him closer. Deeper.
She placed her hands on the side of his face, keeping his lips to hers. She wanted to be connected with him like this when she unraveled. Her mind shuffled images—the motorcycle ride, the first real kiss, the moment when he looked at her in the front hall and she knew, with complete certainty, that he wanted her. Everything inside her began to uncoil. She was ready to let go of it all, even the past, and succumb to the bliss she’d waited so long for.
Anna was so close. Jacob could feel it, sense it in every fitful movement of her body. He was fighting to stem the tide, but it wasn’t easy. Concentrating on her face was the only way to do it, a beautiful distraction from the energy doubling in his belly.
Her breaths came in frantic bursts. Every sound she made was sweet and sexy, but she nearly blew his mind when she called his name, clutching his back and digging her fingers into his skin. She tensed around him, her body grabbing on to his as if she might never let go.
Deliberate thought was gone. Tension clenched his legs and stomach, pure instinct took over. A blissful smile spread across her face. Breaths shallow, strokes longer and harder. Now faster. The pressure threatened to burst. Anna bucked against him. She fought for it just as eagerly, until finally his body gave in to the pleasure. It barreled through him like a freight train.
“Oh, no,” he blurted, stilling himself on top of Anna as the swells ebbed in his body. He’d never had this happen before, but it wasn’t hard to guess what it was. He’d felt it. “The condom broke. Don’t move.”
Anna wrapped her legs around him even tighter. “No. Keep moving. You feel so good.” Her voice was catlike, a purr, a fitting match for her reaction. She didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned about what he was now panicked about.