It wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t also been Jake.
But because he was, she let herself indulge and she let herself fall. He unzipped her hoodie and she shrugged it off. Her camisole was a dark burgundy with matching lace at the top. She’d worn it because it was comfortable, with no intent to entice, but bared to Jake’s gaze she was glad to be wearing something pretty.
Breaking the kiss, he bent his head to press his lips to the vee between her breasts.
His hand slid up the satin to cup one unfettered breast. “No bra,” he said in a very happy tone of voice. “Naughty Jules.”
Brain cells misfiring, she had to fight to get out the words. “I wanted to be comfortable.” She never wore a bra while at home.
“Be comfortable around me all you like, I insist.” He closed one big, hot hand around her breast, the other on the back of her neck as he took another voracious kiss.
Juliet broke it to kiss her way down his jaw and along his throat, to the hollow at the base of his neck that had tempted her from the start. He shivered when she licked him there, and though Reid had done a number on her self-confidence in bed—she knew he was full of shit, but she wasn’t superhuman, couldn’t forget all his barbs—she kept going, kissing and licking and sampling the addictive taste of him as she shaped her hands over his body.
“God, Jake. Your body is ludicrous.” It was the stuff of a woman’s wet dreams.
He chuckled, one hand fisting in her hair. “Comes with the job.”
She tongued his abs, began to slide lower, but he tugged her up with a grip in her hair. His eyes were hot.
“That can wait,” he said. “First I want to see your back arch, feel you go all wet and quivering around me as I make you come.”
29
Jake Improves His Grade
Throat dry, Juliet braced herself against the back of the door as he hooked his fingers in the sides of her sweatpants and tugged down.
He looked up with a grin. “I like the little rabbits.”
She flushed, remembering the cotton bikini panties she’d pulled on this morning. Black, with happy white bunnies bouncing all over them, they didn’t match her camisole, weren’t in any way seductive. But she found herself smiling back because he looked so damn delighted with her. “Wait till you see what’s under them.”
Leaving her pants pooled around her legs, he leaned in to press a kiss to the top part of her panties, the spot right below her navel. A tremor ran through her. For a moment, she was afraid, confused. Sex had never been like this for her. Not even the first time with Jake.
But when he looked up at her as if she was his every fantasy come to life, nothing but Esme running in could’ve stopped her from going forward. She lifted a foot and he tugged one leg of her sweatpants off, then waited for her to lift the other foot.
Two seconds later, her pants were gone.
Instead of getting to his feet and taking her to the bed afterward, he stayed where he was and ran his hands up her calves and to the backs of her knees, her lower thighs.
A look up out of dark eyes that ate her up. “Take off the camisole.”
Her hesitation was instinctive but minute. This was Jake, and Jake had already seen her naked—and come back. Not only that, he’d just told her he loved her body. Raising her arms, she tugged the whisper of satin and lace off over her head and threw it aside. His eyes heated as he took in the bare mounds of her breasts, her nipples chocolate brown and large against the generous weight.
She’d have been fine if he’d stayed there—her breasts were sexy even if they were never going to be perky. That ship had sailed three cup sizes ago. But he moved his gaze down over her abdomen; Juliet colored, battling the instinct to suck in her stomach. She jogged and she did yoga, but she was never going to have washboard abs like him.
Her abdomen held a soft outward curve, and it was the one part of her body that she always tried to downplay or obscure with the cut of her clothes.
But the heat in Jake’s eyes didn’t dim.
“I love how soft you are, and I love all these dangerous curves,” he said, his voice like gravel as he laved kisses over her abdomen and down to her navel. “I want to take you from behind one day so I can stroke your ass while I thrust inside you.”
Juliet soaked her panties.
Never had she thought Jake could talk so dirty.
Shoving her critical inner voice to the side in favor of Jake’s much sexier one, she wove her fingers in his hair and, when he rose to his knees to press another kiss to her navel, she didn’t make a self-deprecating comment about the softness there. Instead, she closed her eyes and drank in the sensation of his gorgeous body so close to her, his hands on her skin, his breath whispering over her.
“I just remembered I have to prove my expertise with my tongue.”
Juliet looked down, her heart thudding double time. “Practice makes perfect.”
A wicked grin as he hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties.
Throat dry but a smile on her lips, she didn’t protest, just silently raised one foot, then the other. His next kiss was to the curls at the apex of her thighs. One big hand spread against her left inner thigh, a gentle push.
Taking the hint, she spread her legs, and he hooked one up over his shoulder. Juliet dug her heel into his bare back. She couldn’t look down, was certain she’d explode. But it was almost worse, not being able to see what he’d do next.
He didn’t tease.
He just spread her open with the fingers of one hand and ate her up. Stifling her cry against her forearm, she gripped his hair tighter. In response, he pushed her other leg out wider and settled in for a deeper taste. A suck of her clitoris had everything in her clenching and tiny white lights bursting in front of her eyes—she wanted him so much and he was doing the most delicious, decadent thing to her.
The first time she’d been shocked into pleasure. It was even better now that she and Jake weren’t just lovers for a single night. He stroked and kissed her through the first orgasm, then set his mind to tenderly, determinedly, pushing her up over a second peak. Her knees buckled during it, but Jake caught her. A very smug Jake. She’d never before seen that particular look on his face. It suited him.
“What’s my grade?” he asked, his lips slick with her.
Cradled naked in his arms, her body trembling with aftershocks, she pressed a kiss to his neck. “B plus.” She patted his rumbling chest. “Gotta keep you keen to improve.” Though she’d be deceased if he improved any further.
A masculine chuckle. “I think you like my tongue, Jules.”
Boneless, she just kissed his throat.
Rising as if she weighed nothing—and no, that was never not going to make her swoon—he walked over to the bed and dropped her on the mattress. She might’ve felt self-conscious lying naked on the crisp white sheets, all skin and curves, except that he’d already done something excruciatingly intimate to her—and she’d loved it.
Holding her gaze with the glittering dark of his, he dropped his hands to the top of his jeans and undid the button. She found herself biting down on her bottom lip as she watched his hands move.
He undid the zipper, waited.
She made a sound in the back of her throat and looked up… to see a slow smile light up his face.