Sallie’s arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers burrowing into his hair, clenching in it, desperate to hold him closer. She wanted the heat and security, the power and the promise of him, to wrap around her. To own her.
He’d filled her fantasies for six long years. His face had been the one she searched for among crowds. It was his kiss, the memory of his touch that had sustained her.
Now, that kiss burned through her, over her. It was harder, more dominant than it had ever been, even six years before. He kissed her as though he were as starved for her as she was for him. As though he had missed her touch as well.
God, she loved his kiss. The way his tongue stroked over her lips, licked at her, held her mesmerized with pleasure and the promise of more to come.
Now, Sallie strained to get closer, to absorb every sensation, the hand at her hip pushed beneath her top, caressed over the bare, sensitive flesh of her waist to the curve of her breast. Tingles of electrified pleasure raced through her, swelling her breasts, tightening her nipples further.
She ached. She needed, even more than she had that first night at the bar. Her senses scattered as that hand moved between her breasts, flicked open the catch of her bra and released the material.
“Goddamn, yes,” he groaned, pulling back enough to nip at her lips as he rubbed against the sensitive tip with his thumb.
Her nipples throbbed at the touch, the need for more surging through her with such power it clenched her womb and sent moisture spilling to her sex. She could feel her clit, swelling, aching for touch, for the extremity of pleasure she knew only he could give her.
Pulling back, he stared down at her for long moments, his gaze heated, lashes lowered as Sallie fought to drag in air. Then, she felt her T-shirt lifting, clearing her midriff.
“Lift your arms.” The graveled sound of his voice sent sensation racing down her spine.
Lifting them, she stared up at him, excitement thundering in her blood as he pulled the shirt from her and tossed it only God knew where. As she lowered her arms, he pushed the straps of her lacy bra over her shoulders and did away with that as well.
“Jacob,” she whispered, not so certain of this now.
She thought he’d take her to the bedroom, somewhere that no one would come in on them.
A grin tugged at his lips, his hands falling to the snap of her jeans.
“Let’s get you out of these, baby,” he murmured, voice rough, his gaze hungry. “Let me see that pretty body.”
Sallie lost her breath. She felt as off-balance as she had the first time he’d taken her. She couldn’t slow her breathing, or the rise and fall of her breasts as he watched. Her nipples were hard, and far too sensitive as he stared down at them, his expression tighter now, his own breathing rough.
“The bedroom…” Her breath caught on the words as pleasure lashed at her senses.
“The bedroom later. This now…” he whispered, his head bending, his lips covering the hardened peak of her breast and sucking it inside the heat of his mouth.
His tongue licked, his mouth sucking at her. The pleasure rose inside Sallie like a wave, gathering, crashing against her, only to gather again and rush through her with such need she was crying out at it. With each surge of sensation, the need inside her only grew.
Raising his head, Jacob gripped her hips and lifted her and Sallie found herself on the counter once again, staring back at him in dazed excitement as he gripped the waist of her jeans.
“Lift.” The order was a growl of hunger.
Bracing her hands on the counter, Sallie lifted her hips, gasping as he jerked her jeans and panties down in one quick move. Ridding her of the denim, he stared down at her, a dark flush on his face, his breathing uneven.
“Lay back, baby,” he made the demand as his hands gripped her hips and he pulled her rear closer to the edge.
Lying back, Sallie stared up at him as he gripped her legs just behind the knees, pushing them back until her feet rested at the edge of the marble.
She was fully, blatantly exposed to him now, her thighs spread farther apart by his broad hands.
“Absolutely perfect,” he murmured, his hands lifting from her to grip the material of his shirt and pull it over his head, revealing the tanned expanse of his chest.
The flesh stretched over powerful muscle and rippled with tension beneath a light mat of dark golden hair that arrowed to his abs and disappeared beneath the band of his jeans.
Jeans he was slowly loosening. First the wide belt, then the snap and zipper, the material parting to allow him to draw the thick shaft of his cock free. The wide, bloated crest was dark with lust and sheened with pre-cum.
“This is why you should have told me you were in danger, Sallie,” he growled. “Because no pleasure has ever been this fucking good.” His expression tightened as he notched the wide crest between the slick folds of her pussy.
Pressing her thighs farther apart, he pushed his hands beneath her rear, lifted her, and with a groan that was more a growl, sent his tongue tunneling hard and fast inside the slick, aching depths of her sex.
He wasn’t giving her the slow gentleness she’d known since he’d come to her bed in Deer Haven. He wasn’t holding back this time, wasn’t refusing to give her every part of his hunger. No, she had it all now, just as she had in Switzerland and it was destroying her senses.
Too much …
Sallie cried out at the fiery pleasure that tore through her, the feel of Jacob’s tongue taking her, pushing inside her …
Oh God, licking at her inner flesh, devouring her, destroying her.
She was sure she would have screamed, if she found enough breath to do so. She was fighting to breathe, to hold on, to anything, as the pleasure began to erupt inside her again.
He was consuming her. Not just her flesh, but her senses. With his lips and tongue, he owned her, possessed her in ways she had no idea she could be possessed until she exploded to the hungry thrusts and licks of his tongue.
Dazed, perspiration slickening her flesh, she was only barely aware of him straightening, moving between her thighs until the dark, mushroomed crest of his cock notched between the slick folds between her thighs.
“Jacob…” She stared up at him, heart racing, fighting to breathe as his gaze dropped to where he was preparing to take her.
A second later, a whimper left her lips, the feel of his shaft, iron hot and steel hard, pressing against the entrance to her body, stole her breath.
Could she take more? Could her senses survive another wave of the brutal pleasure?
“I dreamed of you, ached for you.” He groaned, his expression savage with lust. “I’ve woken, my dick spilling into my own hand as I dreamt I was spilling into your sweet flesh.”
Sallie fought to breathe, panting, mewling whimpers of extreme pleasure falling from her lips as she felt her inner flesh giving way to the brutally slow impalement. And she watched him. The savage, dark lust in his expression, the glitter of hungry need in his narrowed gaze.
“Jacob … please…” She tried to protest the excruciatingly slow penetration.
It was killing her, parting her flesh in a way that made her aware of every erotic pinch of sensation. He hadn’t taken her like this in the past weeks. Not like this. Not with the brutal hunger and sheer intensity he was displaying now.
This was the lover he’d been during that incredible, erotic weekend in Switzerland. The lover determined to own every part of her. Heart and soul.