His hands moved to her inner thighs, gently pushing them apart. “Show me how beautiful you are. Let me taste your sweetness.”
No one had ever talked to her like this during sex, like he was a starving man and she was a feast laid out before him.
“Beautiful.” He breathed out against her aroused flesh and a shiver took her over. “So damned beautiful.” And then he was lowering his head down, then down further still, until he was covering her, breaking her apart one slow swipe of his tongue at a time.
She should have been prepared for her climax this time, should have known it would send her reeling, should have been able to take it in and hold onto the feelings of extreme pleasure to mine later in her memories. But she didn’t have a prayer as his stubble rubbed against her folds, over her slick and damp curls. He sucked her aroused flesh between his lips and as he tugged at the incredibly sensitive ball of nerves, her limbs shook and her heart pounded so hard it nearly jumped through her ribs and skin, as she came for him. Her cry of pleasure sounded through the bedroom, the tall ceilings and floor-to-ceiling glass windows echoing it back.
When the currents of pleasure finally subsided, never leaving her completely, Sophie knew a deeper exhaustion—and satisfaction—than she’d ever had in her life. Her eyes were heavy, so heavy that even as the mattress shifted beneath Jake’s weight, she couldn’t quite manage to open them to see what he was doing.
Soon, she felt the bed move again and knew he was back with her. She reached for him, her eyes still closed. But when he grabbed her hands in his and lowered his mouth to them instead of letting her touch him, she had to push her eyelids open.
The most beautiful sight in the world awaited her.
Jake was a bronzed, perfectly formed god, kneeling between her thighs, his head bowed down to her hands as if in prayer. A tattooed tail of an animal she guessed was a dragon travelled across his rib cage from his back. She’d seen the band around his arms when he’d worn short sleeves, but she’d never had the chance to appreciate the artistry that shifted and pulsed with the tightening of his muscles.
She couldn’t focus on his tattoos for very long tonight, though. Not when he was also shockingly erect, his shaft already covered with a thin layer of latex. For several moments, she couldn’t tear her eyes from it, could hardly believe anything that big could ever fit inside her.
But when he raised his gaze to hers, she was rocked by what she saw in his dark eyes. Not just desire, but something fierce.
Possessive.
“I shouldn’t do this.” Each word from his lips was raw. Broken. His face was ravaged with conflicting emotions. “But I can’t walk away this time. I have to take you, Sophie.”
“Yes,” she urged him, “take me. Now.”
He was shaking his head, but even as he did, he was letting go of her hands and moving to cup her hips to pull her closer. When he was nearly against her and she was holding her breath waiting for the precious moment when they finally became one, he stopped and gripped her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises in the morning.
And then he thrust into her, so hard and deep that his name burst from her lips on a cry of the deepest pleasure she’d ever known. Being claimed by the only man she’d ever truly wanted, was a thousand times better than she’d ever dreamed it would be.
She reached up and put her arms around his neck to pull his face down to hers. Their mouths came together in a desperate kiss as she met him thrust for thrust.
“I love you,” Sophie whispered against his lips, causing Jake to still above her so suddenly, so sharply, the sudden shift of his body actually kicked her over the edge she’d been teetering on again since the first moment she looked up and saw him poised to take her.
“I love you so much, Jake.” She wasn’t afraid to tell him anymore. Not now that he’d shown her how he felt about her with his body, worshipped her with it. “Always,” she vowed even as waves of pleasure washed through every cell in her body.
“Forever.”
As if her words of love had broken the dam that held him immobile, Jake moved back into action, pushing into her so fiercely that the top of her head hit the cushioned headboard behind her as he exploded inside of her at the exact moment her name left his lips.
* * *
Of all the things Jake would never forgive himself for, taking Sophie in such a savage way would never be topped. And yet, even as his self-hatred grew inside of him like a festering virus, she was so soft, so sweet in his arms as she slept that he couldn’t stop himself from breathing in her scent, from soaking up her warmth.
Jake was no stranger to hot sex. He’d been enjoying women of all shapes and sizes since he was a teenager. But sex with Sophie had been so much bigger than anything he’d ever experienced, so much more than just sex.
He’d loved her nearly all his life. Loved her so much, in fact, that he tightened his hold on her even as he faced what had to happen next. He never should have let the sight of her beautiful naked body send him all the way over the edge the way it had. But when she’d unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, when he’d finally been given everything he’d wanted for so many years, he’d been unable to fight the beast inside of him that wanted Sophie.
Needed Sophie.
Craved Sophie.
The moonlight streaming in through the windows was bright enough for him to see her face as she shifted with him, her soft mouth curving up into a satisfied, contented smile even in her sleep.
What would he give to be worthy of a woman like her?
Jake carefully moved his arms from around her and slipped from the bed. She made a sound of protest, a small frown appearing between her eyebrows, and he thought for a moment she might wake up and catch him sneaking out.
Open your eyes, princess, he silently urged her.
If she called him back to bed, he wouldn’t hesitate to go back to her, to take her again, to repeat what he couldn’t deny were the best moments of his life. Not just watching her come more beautifully than any other woman on earth, but the rare moments of peace he’d felt when he was holding her in his arms.
Instead, she settled deeper into the pillows, wrapping her arms around one and pulling it close. His chest was so tight he could barely breathe as he quietly pulled on his clothes and packed his bag.
It was time to leave. He’d be back in the city in ninety minutes. Less, probably, because he’d likely be the only car on the road at three in the morning.