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|Music of the Heart(Runaway Train #1) by Katie Ashley|
Tearing his mouth from mine, Jake panted, “Abby…”
“What?” I murmured as I ran my hands through his hair.
His brows creased in worry. “Are you sure about this?”
“Because of Brayden’s kids being in the next room?”
Jake chuckled. “Well, yeah, that’s a buzz kill in itself, but I was thinking more about you.” He stared down at me with such a mixture of lust and desire in his eyes that I shivered. “I just can’t help myself around you. I want you so bad that I can’t help but devour you any chance I get. I’m just afraid this is too fast and too soon for you.”
My chest constricted at his concern for me. He really was willing to give me the time and space I needed, and that made me love him all the more. When he started to pull himself off me, I knew right then and there that I didn’t want him to stop. I was almost twenty-two years old, and I wanted to keep enjoying a frolic on the hotel room floor with the guy I loved. “No!” I cried, grabbing his shoulders.
His eyes widened in surprise. “I want this, and I want you.” I tore my gaze from his before adding, “Just not all the way.”
“You mean it?” he asked, tipping my chin to make me look at him again.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Thank God,” he groaned before he brought his lips back to mine. Kissing me feverishly, he eased my t-shirt up and over my head. Then he snaked his arm around my back. With just a flick of his wrist, Jake unhooked my bra deftly with just one hand and then slipped it off. “Nice work,” I panted.
He grinned down at me. “It’s tricky, but I’ve had a lot of practice.”
I smacked his chest. “Don’t be bragging about your former conquests with me.”
“Sorry.” As his hand cupped my bare breast for the first time, I gasped. “Would it sweeten the pot if I said you’re the only girl in the entire world I dream about conquering?”
“Maybe,” I whispered as his thumb brushed across my nipple. It hardened under his simple touch while an ache burned between my legs.
Jake’s gaze roamed over my br**sts. “God, these are amazing…and real.”
I couldn’t help giggling at his statement. “Um, should I say thank you?”
He chuckled. “Sorry for the caveman comment. It’s just you’re so damn perfect everywhere. Including your tits.”
His mouth hovered over my nipple. As his breath warmed my breast, I arched my back, encouraging him to stop tormenting me. Happily, he obliged and sucked my nipple into his mouth. “Oh Jake,” I murmured. The sensation was like nothing I could have imagined. While his tongue assaulted my nipple, his other hand continued massaging my other breast. I couldn’t help the moans and whimpers escaping me. It felt too good to be quiet.
While he continued giving my br**sts attention, I opened my legs wider, allowing him to sink closer between my thighs. My h*ps bucked up involuntarily to his, and I felt the bulge growing beneath his jeans. He pushed back against me, and I cried out. Grazing my nipple with his teeth, he then began to rock his erection against me.
“Mmm,” I murmured, turning my head from side to side. I matched his rhythm lifting my h*ps to meet his thrusts. Pressure continued to build between my legs as Jake rubbed against me. I bit down on my lip to stifle my cries. If it felt this good now, what would it be like when he actually touched me there or put his mouth there?
The friction was driving me wild, but it wasn’t enough. “Jake,” I whispered.
He raised his head from my breast. “What do you want, Angel?” he rasped.
I bobbed my head. “Yes, please.”
Rolling off of me, one of Jake’s hands abandoned my breast to trail down my abdomen. When he got to the band of my yoga pants, I sucked in a breath. The back of his hand feathered tantalizingly across my stomach, and I couldn’t help but buck my h*ps up to him. Chewing his lip for a minute, he gazed down at me. “Has anyone ever…”
Warmth flooded my cheeks at his question. “No.”
The cocky little smirk that filled his face caused me to smack him. “What?”
“The victorious caveman look you just made at being my first third-base action.”
He grinned. “Sorry, but it’s new for me too. You know, to be someone’s first.” As his fingers tickled along my abdomen, he asked, “Have you ever touched yourself?”
“What’s with the inquisition? Just do it already!” I shouted.
Jake’s eyes widened. “Shh, you’ll wake Jude and Melody.”
Mortification rocketed through me, and I covered my head with my hands.
“So is that a yes or a no?” Jake prompted.
I peeked at him through my fingers. “Yes, I have,” I whispered
At my admission, he groaned. “Oh Angel,” he murmured before his hand delved beneath my pants. When his fingers brushed against me, I gasped with pleasure. Jake drew in a ragged breath and asked, “When you touched yourself like this, did you come?”
Even though I was embarrassed, frustrated, and even a little angry at his question, I found myself replying, “Mmm, hmm.”
He pinched his eyes shut. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“I could say the same thing about what you’re doing to me.”
He chuckled as his eyelids fluttered open. “I know.” When he gazed into my eyes, desire burned bright in his. “Maybe I should stop asking questions and just kiss you, huh?