Then he grabbed hold of her hips, pushing the fabric of her dress up her thighs. “Was this your fantasy?” he asked, his voice rough. He moved his hand between her legs then, hooking his finger around the elastic band of her underwear, right where it covered the most intimate part of her, and swept it to the side. The sound he made, the way the air rushed through his teeth, sent a bolt of lightning straight through her.
“You are so pretty,” he said. “You make my mouth water.”
She wasn’t nervous. He’d done this before.
But now she knew, and that made it different. Made her antsy. Desperately so. Hungry for his touch. For his mouth. Hungry for everything that he had in store for her.
His eyes intent on hers, he pushed two fingers through her slick folds, stroking her. And he never looked away.
“Jake,” she whispered. Saying his name like that, looking at his face... It ramped up her desire.
Jake.
Her Jake. Her best friend.
He was the one touching her. He was the one stroking her. Drawing the wetness out from inside her body and slicking it over that sensitized bundle of nerves right there.
She moaned, grabbing hold of his arm, looking for something, anything, to brace herself as her hips worked in a restless rhythm. He pushed two fingers inside of her again, relentless in his torture of her.
“Jake,” she said again.
“What’s wrong, Cal? Too much for you?”
It was absurd. His use of her nickname right now. That familiarity, combined with the huskiness of desire. Combined with the way that he was touching her.
She thought she was going to burst with it. Combust.
“You wanted me to push your dress up and take you like a dirty girl,” he said. “That’s what you really want, isn’t it? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he growled, leaning forward and biting her neck. “You can just be mine.”
She shivered, shuddered, coming around his fingers with embarrassing ease.
She threw her head back, a cry of desire reverberating through her.
“You like that, don’t you? Being mine. My wife.”
“Jake,” she said again.
She wanted desperately to tell him not to tease her. Because all of this hurt, and she didn’t know what game he was playing. Why he’d gotten so intense, why he was saying these things when they both knew that wasn’t real. This was real. The way that he touched her. His body buried inside of her... That was real. Everything else... It would end. It had to end. She knew that as well as he did. So why say that? Why bring up that she was his wife and he was her husband when it was going to end in just over a month?
But then he was pushing her dress higher, exposing her stomach, pressing his hot lips to the skin there, and it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the moment. Like that isolated piece of time they’d shared looking at the stars. There was nothing before this and nothing after. And in this moment, she was his wife. In this moment, he was her husband. And his mouth was creating havoc on her body.
Keeping her underwear pulled firmly to the side, and his fingers deep inside of her, he moved his mouth to the center of her pleasure, sucking on her mercilessly, pushing her further, faster, than she had imagined possible. And just like that, she climaxed again. And then again. Until she was begging him to stop.
“It’s what you wanted,” he growled against her slick flesh, lapping at her with the flat of his tongue. “You wanted to play games with this dress. With this fantasy. So let’s play games. But we’ll play by my rules.”
“Don’t torture me,” she sobbed. “I need you.”
“You have me.” He looked up from his position between her legs and she was certain that she couldn’t take anymore. Certain that she was going to expire on the spot. Then he pinched her. Right there. And set her flying one more time.
She was limp and boneless when she realized that he had moved up her body, that he was sitting her up and unzipping her dress, stripping her naked. He took her bra off, his eyes glittering as he looked down at her breasts.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Tell me again.”
“You,” he said, leaning in and taking one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, then blowing on her wet skin. “Are beautiful.”
He created a symphony of desire in her that she hadn’t known was possible. Made her feel things, want things, she hadn’t been aware existed until recently.
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The strongest. You’re incredible.”
And she felt it. Right then. All the way to her soul.
But there was something bleak in his expression that made her wonder if he knew how amazing he was. Because he had poured it all out onto her. All of his praise, all of his admiration, and what had she given in return?
Orgasms.
He knew that she wanted him, because she could hardly hide it. But it wasn’t everything that she felt. How could she begin to put that into words. So she sat up, launching herself onto his lap, straddling him, completely naked as she did so, the rough denim scraping against her thighs and that soft, melting place between them.
The buttons of his shirt rubbing against her breasts. “You’re beautiful,” she said, kissing his chin, then opening her mouth and biting it. “You make me want to do... Crazy things. Dirty things. I don’t even know if they’re real things. I just know you make me want them. I want to climb your body. Like a tree.”
“Damn,” he said, his voice like gravel.
“You know how wet you make me.”
“Cal...”
She started to unbutton his shirt. “Your chest is amazing.” And more words tumbled out of her mouth. Without thought. Without planning. She didn’t know if they were elegant or sexy or anything other than ridiculous.
But she talked about all the things that she wanted to do to him. The way that she wanted to taste him. How badly she wanted him inside of her.
And by the time he was naked, his hands were shaking as he flipped her onto her back on the couch and settled between her legs.
He had paused only to put on a condom, and she had to stop herself from begging him to do it without one. A moment of insanity that she could hardly believe had risen up inside of her. Because condoms were important. She didn’t want any consequences from their time together. For a host of reasons. But there was something primal about her desire to be with him. Skin to skin, nothing between them. To experience being filled by him.
He made her something entirely new. Or maybe it was just something whole. Complicated and difficult to reconcile, and there was a host of realizations that went with that but she wasn’t entirely certain she was ready to deal with that. He pressed the head of his hardness to her slick entrance, and pushed into her slowly. She groaned as he filled her. As stars burst behind her eyes. And when he was fully seated inside of her, his eyes met hers, and she was overwhelmed yet again by the sensation of Jake.