Rescued by Love(14)

Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back, letting the warm shower wet her hair and slide along the length of her body. She remembered the feel of Jake’s legs rubbing against hers as they made love on the bluff and the strength in his grip when he clutched her hips. Memories of his strong fingers teasing her nipples made them rise to taut peaks. She opened her eyes and turned, allowing the water to rain down her face and breasts, trying to quell the ache between her legs that always followed thoughts of him. But the water felt like his mouth, warm and wet. Closing her eyes again, she drew memories of his passionate whispers she’d been purposefully suppressing. You feel so good, sexy girl. So good I want to fuck you all night. She loved his dirty talk, his raw passion, and his forceful nature. Her fingers slid between her wet lips, dipping inside as she recalled more of their torrid night. The memory of his mouth between her legs, licking and sucking, made her fingers quicken, stroking the magical spot that brought her up on her toes. Remembering the sharp graze of his teeth over her clit, her other hand moved over the same sensitive nerves. Lust pooled and pulsed between her legs, her orgasm stirring just out of reach. She bit her lower lip, squeezing her eyes shut with the memory of his cock buried so deep inside her she felt every thrust in her chest. She could still feel his arms holding her so tight she could barely breathe as he found his release, chanting her name—Addy, Addy, Addy.

“Jake!” she cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. She rode the long peak, pretending her fingers were his shaft, the water, his tongue. Until finally, she melted blissfully against the shower wall, panting for air, eyes closed.

“Addy?”

She pushed from the wall, slipped, and caught herself on the shower door. What the hell was Jake doing in her room? Why, oh why, didn’t the resort have doors that locked automatically? The whole Mediterranean charm thing had its pitfalls. Or maybe this was Southern hospitality at its best. Why, yes, feel free to saunter into my room when I’m pleasuring myself. She scrambled out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it quickly around herself.

“Addy!” he called more urgently.

She ran out of the bathroom and smacked into his chest, yelping as her towel fell to her feet. Then his hands were on her arms, holding her tight, with a pissed-off look in his eyes as his gaze ran over her face.

“Are you oka—” His eyes darted to the steamy bathroom, his expression morphing to amusement.

“Why are you in my room?” she demanded, grabbing her towel and trying to cover up.

“I was…” His eyes sailed down her body, making her insides flame again.

Damn him.

He flashed a wicked smile full of sinful promises, reawakening her primed and ready body. “I was coming to see if I could walk you down to your beach party and I heard you call my name. You sounded desperate, like something was wrong.”

She tucked the end of her towel between her breasts and put her hands on her hips, pulling it free again. “Damn it.” She reached for it and he beat her to it, carefully wrapping the towel around her body and holding the two ends together.

“I didn’t say your name. I said…” You wanted to walk me down to the party?

He arched a brow, that cocky grin making her stupid stomach flip again.

“Gah!” She stepped away. It was bad enough she couldn’t get him out of her mind, but to have him know just how bad off she was mortified her.

He hauled her against him, his piercing stare boring into her. “I like the idea of you getting off to thoughts of me in the shower, but I could help you with that, you know.” He pushed a hand up her thigh and under the edge of her towel. “It doesn’t have to be a solo endeavor.”

“I wasn’t getting off to thoughts of you.”

“No?” His other hand slid down her arm, then slowly back up the length of it.

She had no hopes of hiding the goose bumps he caused, which made her even more annoyed. Men did not cause her to react like that. But Jake wasn’t like any man she’d ever known.

“It’s really cute how your voice hits a different pitch when you lie,” he said with a smirk.

“My voice does not do any such thing.”

“No? Because your cheeks are flushed and your skin is hot.” The hand beneath her towel snaked higher, moving around her thigh and cupping the back of it. His long fingers brushed between her legs as he squeezed the back of her leg.

“Jake,” she said, breathing harder. He knew just how to touch her. Most men would have gone in from the front, but where was the seduction in that? He was a master at teasing and making her want him, want more. Want everything.

“Sexy girl.” He brushed his mouth lightly over hers, and she felt his arousal grow against her belly. “You’re wet for me.”

She closed her eyes against the truth, and his mouth grazed hers again. She tipped her head up, meeting those warm, soft lips, but he didn’t take the invitation. He skimmed over them, inhaling deeply. His fingertips brushed over her sex, and she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her with so many emotions warring in his eyes it made her dizzy.

“I didn’t come here to seduce you.” The honesty in his voice competed with the torrent of desire in his eyes.

“You came here to walk me to the party.” Her voice came out quiet and shaky, with a touch of disbelief. Where was her quippy, smart-ass response? She didn’t need to be escorted anywhere. And the Jake she knew was all about casual hookups, not walking girls to parties like a 1950s boyfriend. Then again, this was the same guy who had shown up at the dress shop demanding they clear the air. The same guy who insisted on sharing a cab with her after a night of drinking in the city with Gabriella, Duke, and a few of their friends because he wanted to make sure she got home okay, and helped her backtrack when she lost her keys that same night. The guy who called to make sure she was okay the night of a horrible winter storm when he was away on a search and rescue mission and heard the electricity had gone out in her part of the city. He’d told her he was making the rounds, calling everyone. And the guy who refused to leave my side this morning at dawn, when you walked me home despite my incessant arguments. Some long-forgotten part of her quivered at that. They hadn’t had a cursory relationship after all, had they?

“Yes, I did want to walk you to the party,” he said gruffly. “But now all I want to do is get my mouth on you.”

She made a mewing sound in the back of her throat. At an utter loss for words, she let her towel drop to the floor.





Chapter Seven





JAKE WOULD SURELY go straight to hell for the sinful thoughts racing through his mind as he claimed Addy in a desperate kiss, crushing her to him and backing her up against the wall. He really had come to walk her down to the beach. To treat her like a lady. But all hopes of keeping their time together PG went out the door when he realized what she’d been doing in the shower.

He nudged her legs open with his knee, refusing to release her incredible, silky, hot mouth. He couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock again, but his turn would come. The need to taste her was overwhelming. He drew back from the kiss, taking in the rosy flush on her skin, her swollen lips and long, fluttering lashes. A low growl bubbled up from deep within him. He was powerless to refrain from taking her in another demanding kiss. His hands roved over her hips, clutching her ass—God he loved her ass. It was made for his hands, filling his palms perfectly. She rubbed her body against him, all those lush, naked curves begging to be touched. It was the sexiest move he’d ever felt. His temptress couldn’t get enough, and that made him hard as steel.

She opened her eyes, watching as he dragged his fingertips down her breasts, along her ribs, to the sweet indentation of her waist as he settled on his knees, eye level with her soft tuft of damp curls. He kissed her inner thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her desire and enjoying the way she quivered against him. She watched him boldly as he took her hands in his, running his tongue over her fingers. He’d conjured up the image of her pleasuring herself in the shower. Now he was going to get a front-row seat.

Guiding her fingers between her legs, she didn’t hesitate to slide them between her slick lips and over her swollen clit, eyes still locked on him.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He slicked his tongue over her fingers, tasting her essence. “Mine, Addy.”

“We’re not…” Her words were lost as he brought his mouth between her legs, thrusting his tongue deep inside her. “A thing,” she whispered.

He pushed her hand away and bit down on her clit just hard enough to sting. Her hips bucked off the wall, and she gasped.

“We’re a thing,” he growled. “A damn good thing.”

He sucked her slick fingers and brought them back to play alongside his tongue.

“So good. Ah, yes. Right there.” She grabbed his shoulder with her free hand, and the hand on her sex stilled.

“Touch yourself, Addy. Touch yourself like you did in the shower.” Her eyes narrowed and he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Come on, sexy girl. Get dirty with me.”

She closed her eyes and moved her fingers again.

“Eyes open.”

As she opened her eyes, a flash of wicked appreciation brimmed in them. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to her sex.