Worth It All(59)

“Would you go if I went with you?” he asked after a long moment.

“I know you have a lot going on.”

“But would you go?”

Something told her Jake needed to go home too. “Yes. I would go. With you.”

“Okay then.” He pulled her close. “We’ll go together.”

Just before the song ended Jake lowered his head to nibble around her ear, bringing chills to her bare back and arms. “Come home with me tonight.” His lips feathered over hers. “Casey will be asleep. Jenny’s there. Come home with me. Let me make love to you.”

A shiver ran up her spine at the promise of his words. She didn’t even consider saying no.

They lasted another hour, but as the party was still going, she figured they left well before the bride and groom. She was fine with that. As soon as the car was parked at his house, he reached for her. His mouth covered hers in a hungry kiss. He tasted faintly of cake and beer, and she wanted to lick him, starting at his mouth and working her way down.

He raised his lips but kept his fingers twisted in her hair. “I’ve been waiting too many miles to do that.”

“I’m glad you didn’t wait any longer.”

They got out and he kissed her against the side of his car, then again, laughing as they entered the house. It was dark and he didn’t bother to turn on any lights. She squeaked when she felt something cold and wet against the back of her thigh. She pulled back, laughing at Jake’s groan.

“Hey, buddy. Miss me?” Jake reached around to give Boulder some love. “Bad timing, though. Do I ever interrupt you with a beautiful lady? Come on,” he said, tugging her behind him. “We’ll make this quick.”

The back of JT’s house opened to the edge of a cliff, a breathtaking drop straight to the Pacific. “It’s beautiful.”

Underwater lights followed the clear water that disappeared over the edge of the infinity pool. Small landscape lights illuminated rocks and scrubby-looking bushes covering the hillside that rose up opposite the patio they stood on.

Boulder quickly did his business and was back. Jake let go of her hand to pick up a ball for Boulder. She made her way over to the shallow entrance and started to take off her shoes.

She was bent over, balancing on one foot to unfasten the first buckle, when Jake caught her from behind. “What are you doing?”

“Putting my feet in the water.”

Jake nuzzled her hair aside. “I had fantasies about keeping the shoes on.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. Really.” His hands skated slowly up her stomach, over her breasts.

Loving his hands on her, arms around her, she sighed and pushed back against his erection. Her head fell back against his chest, mouth at her throat, hands stroking her into a mass of desperate desire.

He spun her around and with no slow intro, their mouths collided in a fiery kiss. He speared his fingers in her hair, taking more, demanding it, and she gave. The kiss went on and on and she clung to him, dizzy and weak-kneed, while he left a trail of hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck. One hand palmed her bottom while his other moved slowly from her waist to give bone-melting attention to her breast.

She was already wet and ready after their kiss in the car, and her body thrummed and her blood heated. He continued his mind-blowing attention until she had to lock her knees or slide into a puddle. Needing to touch more of him, she went for his shirt, tugging and jerking until her fingers found the ridges of his abs. With a sweep of her hands, she spread his shirt open and tore her mouth from his to kiss a path up his chest. While she was busy there, he was quickly working her dress up.

In one quick move he had it up and over her head. All she had to do was unwrap her arms from around his neck. She did and then it was gone, leaving her in bra, panties, and heels.

“Good Lord, Paige. You’re unbelievable.”

His eyes feasted on her with blatant desire and she grew bold. “You have a lot of clothes on.” She cupped him through his pants, rubbed her hand up and down the hard length of him, bringing a low growl from his chest.

“You don’t,” he said. “I like it.”

He grazed his hands lightly from her neck, down her chest, moving painfully slowly over her breasts, then her stomach, before he reached his final destination.

“Is this what you wanted?”

His fingers brushed over the damp lace between her legs. Then again, harder this time. “I want you,” he said against her lips.

And he proceeded to take her.

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Hours later, she lay facing Jake, legs entwined, their bodies close enough that every time she breathed, the swirl of hair on his chest brushed her nipples. They tingled and hardened. It didn’t take much. After the attention Jake had given them they were deliciously sensitive. Even better was the feel of his hand playing in her hair, his palm running over her shoulder.