Copyright © 2007 Jenna Byrnes
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He pressed his mouth against hers. "I want to make love with you," he murmured, their lips touching.
She wrapped one leg around his butt, pulling his denim-covered erection closer to her core. "I want that, too. More than anything."
He lifted her from the floor, and carried her to his room. At the edge of his bed, he set her down. "Here we are." He deftly unbuttoned her blouse, and his mouth followed the trail his fingers left. He had no trouble freeing her breasts from the white bra this time. As soon as they bobbed loose, he sucked a puckering, air-chilled nipple into his mouth. "Mmm," he moaned softly. "Ever since that first taste of you, I've been dying for another."
She chuckled deep in her throat. "Still sticking with the story that crab and beer are your favorites?"
Jake laved his tongue over her nipple and watched it peak. "Oh, no. Not a chance. I have a new favorite flavor, right here."
She arched her back, sighed as he moved to her other breast. "That feels fantastic."
"Yes it does," he teased. Both nipples were now taut nubs. He rolled the first between his thumb and forefinger, nibbling the second until she squirmed.
"You don't know what you're doing to me!"
Jake smirked. "Oh, I think I do. I've only just begun. I intend to drive you absolutely crazy." Before the words were out, he regretted them. If he could have retracted them he would have, but it was too late. They hung in the air, and he exchanged glances with Joss. "I'm sorry—"
"Don't worry about it. I don't feel so crazy anymore. You've helped me get over that. Shall we see what else you can help me with?"
Relieved, he grinned wickedly. "Oh yeah. I have a few ideas."