He didn’t need as much rest as she did, and most mornings he let her stay in bed as long as she wanted.
Even though she’d protested mightily at being kidnapped, the experience had been amazing.
Her creative energy had been higher than ever. She’d met the deadline for her client, and she’d started painting the piece Jacob had commissioned. Additionally she’d kept in contact with her parents at the pub. Joseph was still helping out, and they seemed happy, if a little tired.
Not only that, but her evenings were spent with Jacob, watching television, talking in front of the outdoor fire, or scening. Still, she couldn’t get enough of him.
Without knocking, he entered the bedroom. “I brought you tea.”
His bribe was almost enough to tempt her to remove the pillow. Almost. But after the intensity of last night’s sex, she wanted rest more than anything.
“It’s your favorite.”
“Hmm.”
“Earl Matcha, or somebody like that. Not sure who he is.”
He was impossible, and every day he came up with innovative names for her drink. With a laugh, she tossed aside the pillow, then sat up and aimed it at him.
He ducked, avoiding contact, all without rattling the cup. “Stop with the missiles! I know the difference, honest. You drink Earl Grey in the morning because of the caffeine. Matcha is what you prefer in the afternoon. And it gets made in a whole different way. It’s a lot more complicated and makes a green mess all over the counter.”
For a moment, she lost her voice. Like that first morning, he was wearing nothing but shorts, and her reaction was visceral. Every time she saw him, he was even more breathtaking.
Already, they were building a history together, layers of memory, making him more complex. In addition to his stunning looks, he was infinitely gentle and patient with her. He cared for her during and after a scene and always, always made certain her needs were met.
How was she going to manage when this crisis was over and she was back at home, alone, and he was no longer part of her life? Though he’d reserved the right to talk about a future, one was impossible. His life was here, and hers was with her parents in Denver.
Trying to restore her equilibrium, she pretended everything was okay by saying the first thing that popped into her mind. “So what do I have to do to earn it?”
He looked at the drink, then back at her. “Well, considering it’s the Earl with a splash of whole milk, I’d say the bar is pretty high.”
“I have an idea.”
“Do you, indeed?”
“Why don’t you put the cup down, Sir?”
“As I’ve said before…anything for the lady.” He placed it on the nightstand.
“Grab a condom while you’re there.” She’d never been the initiator before, and judging by the way he angled his head to one side, he liked her boldness. “Then bring your beautiful cock back to bed.”
He grinned.
But not for long. Once he was lying on the bed, she stroked and licked him to hardness, sucking his length down her throat.
Digging his hands into her hair, he moaned. “Jesus, Elissa.”
He began to pump harder. When she realized he was getting close to coming, she stopped what she was doing.
“You’re a fucking goddess at that.”
She couldn’t help her triumphant grin.
“I had no idea you had that skill.”
She didn’t either. Until him, she had no interest in even trying. And she’d had no idea how thrilling it was to turn him on like that.
Somehow, even with her hand trembling, she managed to unwrap the condom, then sheathed him in it.
While he watched, she slid a finger inside herself, then pulled it out to show him how much he aroused her. “You do this to me, Jacob.”
“That’s enough.” He captured her hand to lick the glistening drop from her, then dragged her on top of him.
She leaned forward to brush a kiss against his mouth. His jaw was tight, showing his restraint.
Elissa adjusted her position, lifting herself up to guide his cockhead toward her pussy.
He was enormous, filling her completely, and she took a few breaths to relax while her body adjusted to the depth of his penetration. Because they had sex so often, her insides were still sore, but her need for his possession was too powerful to ask him to stop.
For the first couple of minutes, he allowed her to be in charge, and she rode him with slow, sexy, rhythmic undulations.
But then, inevitably, he growled. “You’re fucking killing me, Elissa.”
With that, he dug his fingers into her buttocks and lifted her higher with the next stroke, changing the pace, becoming more frenetic, hotter. Her breasts bounced, and her hair wildly swung back and forth. Every part of her was on fire from his possession.
She was lost in him.
Her orgasm loomed just beyond reach. As if knowing that, he moved one of his hands from her ass, licked a finger, then pressed it against her anal whorl. The pressure, combined with their motions, made her splinter. She came hard, and her body shattered beneath his relentless sensual assault.
Screaming, she pitched forward. As always, always, he caught her, wrapping her tight while she recovered. This time, however, he continued to rock his hips, sliding just the tip of his cock in and out.
The sensation was different, tingling, ratcheting her tension again.
Like the generous lover he was, Jacob brought her to a second climax before he unleashed his powerful control.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His body went rigid, and muscles and sinews contracted.
Watching him orgasm—seeing the result of their joining taking him apart—sent a rocket of feminine satisfaction arrowing down her spine.
They held on to each other until their breathing returned to normal, and she savored the moment.
Before she was ready—not that she ever really would be—he helped her to climb off him.
He rolled to his side and wrapped a lock of her hair around his hand. “That’ll have to hold us.”
“Can it be evening yet?”
“You, me, the dungeon at seven?”
“It’s a date.”
After pressing his thumbpad against her chin in a motion that was both affectionate and possessive, he climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. In the doorway, he stopped and looked back at her. “Oh, Elissa?”
“Hmm?”
“Your tea is cold.”
“It was worth it.” She grinned. “Most definitely worth it, Sir.”
“Woot!” Elissa pushed Send on the email to her client, letting him know the final touches on his website were done, which meant the entire project was now complete. Online, the speaker’s branding was consistent across all platforms, from social media to business card, making him appear professional as well as polished. She took a few minutes to finalize his invoice, which was almost as rewarding as finishing the actual work.
Right now, everything was perfect with the world—well, except for the fact that she could use a hot bath to ease the tension from her muscles, and it wasn’t just from sitting in front of a computer for hours. It mostly had to do with the way Jacob had attached her to the Saint Andrew’s cross and spent an hour having his wicked—and delicious—way with her last night—not that she was complaining.