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So responsive. Noted.
Wrapping my hands around both breasts, I squeeze lightly, while continuing to rub circles around her nipples, and kiss down her neck, adding to the sensation. She tilts her head, granting me better access.
Avery’s panting already.
I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking while pinching and pulling at the other, pulling another moan from her.
Squeezing one breast with one hand, I knead and rub her ass with the other, and whisper in her ear, “You like that, don’t you, Angel? You like my mouth on your pretty pink nipples and my hands all over your body.” An incoherent moan is her only response. “Tell me.” I demand. “I like it when you touch me, Jake.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
AVERY
He’s liftingme off the ground again. I wrap my legs around him. This time, he walks me over to his bed and gently lays me down. “I’m going to do a lot more than touch you, Angel,” he says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Oh God!
He takes off his cut and sets it over the back of a chair against the wall. Reaching over his back, he tugs his shirt off with one hand, giving me that glorious view that I’ve been ogling through Liz’s kitchen window. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, chiseled abs and that gloriousvthat disappears in the waistband of his jeans. The man is perfection, and for tonight, he’s all mine.
He unbuttons and removes his belt, but leaves his pants on as he walks back to the bed. I’m slightly disappointed to be the only one whose clothing has been stripped away, but I quickly forget my disappointment when his mouth is on my body again. He trails my body with his tongue and soft kisses from my belly to my breast, to my neck and back down again, pinning my hips down with his hands.
I squirm with every touch. Partly because it tickles and causes goosebumps to spring up all over my body, and partly because he is driving mecrazywith need. I needmore, but I don’t know what more I need or how to ask for it. All I know is the way he’s touching me has my body tingling and heating all over the place—but it’s not enough.
“I need to get you ready for me, baby. I need to taste you. You good with that?” My back is arching with every stroke of his tongue over my nipple. “Angel, I need you to tell me. Give me the words, what do you want?”
Here he goes again with the wanting me to talk thing. Doesn’t he get that my brain is no longer in control of anything right now?
My body is so aroused and stimulated, all I want is for him to keep going. Just don’t stop what you’re doing.
He chuckles and replies, “Not a chance, baby.”
Shit! I must’ve said it out loud.
He drops his weight on me, pinning me to the bed as he comes back up to ravish my mouth. Until suddenly he’s gone. I feel the loss of his warmth, his weight, and his touch, and my eyes spring open.
He’s stopped moving, hovering above me, searching, waiting.
“I want you, Jake.” I state breathlessly.
He grins devilishly and then his mouth claims mine again, and the warmth of his naked chest returns to mine. He’s not giving me a chance to catch my breath before his hands peel my panties partially down my hips.
Jake breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth back down my neck, chest, belly, and stopping just above my sex where Kyle’s initial is branded into my flesh. I take a deep breath and hold it.
Moment of truth. Is he going to want me once he’s reminded of the broken girl I truly am?
He feels my body go rigid, but Jake doesn’t stop lavishing me with his adoration. I’m fighting to hold back tears as I feel his tongue circling the burn mark. “I’ll cover this with a mark of my own when it’s healed enough. You won’t even know that asshole was here,” he affirms, reaching his hand up, removing my panties the rest of the way slowly as he moves from one burn to the next, circling and kissing each one.
What is he doing?
Bringing his head to rest on his hands on my belly, watching me. “They’re a part of you, Angel, and now you’re a part of me. Let me take this memory away for you and make it into something beautiful. He tried to break you that night. But he only managed to crack the surface. Let me put your pieces back together. I promise I’ll never let anyone try to break you again. I’ll kill any motherfucker who even thinks it.” His eyes are dark, but it’s not his lust and desire staring back at me. It’s determination and promise. A dark, sinister promise.
Reaching down, I run my hand through his hair. He groans, closing his eyes at my touch, softening to me again. “Let me make you mine,” he whispers—watching, waiting, with sincerity and desire alight in his eyes.
“Yes, Jake.” It’s all I needed to say. He slides his body down, then his tongue isthere. He licks my center from back to front and back again, slowly, several times. I’m squirming all over the place.
Oh, I like this. This is so good.
The tingling sensation in the pit of my belly is building, getting stronger and stronger, and then it’s gone.