Baby, Don't Lose My Number (Fated 2)

Mia bent her head forward, giving him better access. “Then please do. You know, I imagined this earlier.”

His hands paused, fingers hovered just above her skin. “You did?”

She nodded, her head still down. “I think I wore the dress for you.”

“Well, I appreciate the gesture, sweetheart.” With one flick of his wrist he tugged, undoing the knot, drawing the length of fabric out. It unfurled with ease, came completely undone and he pushed at the ends. Both of them went forward, over the front of her and the dress fell to her waist. “Turn around. I want to see you.”

Doing as he asked, she whirled around, no embarrassment in her expression. Pride surged through him at seeing her stand there, on complete display for his perusal. Her breasts were small with firm nipples, berry red and rock hard. She was beautiful. A swift wave of possession washed over him and he knew he wanted her.

All for himself. For however long he could keep her.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, reaching for her. He cupped one breast, her skin pale and creamy against his tanned fingers. A shuddering breath escaped her and she gently thrust herself into his touch, her eyes sliding closed.

Leaning in, he blew a hot breath across her chest. Watched as goose bumps formed on her skin. Her nipples hardened even more, beckoning him and he couldn’t resist. Licked first one, then the other, bathing them with his tongue, he wanted to leave her wet and aching. Much as he ached for her.

A soft moan escaped her as she reached for him, her hands sinking into his hair and tugging him closer. He went willingly, his mouth still on her skin, tongue still licking her nipple. Around and around he circled, drawing the tight, little bud into his mouth and sucking with all his might. Her hands tightened in his hair to the point of pain, but he kept on. His hands locked about her slender waist, pushing on the fabric that had gathered there.

Jake wanted the dress off her. Now.

“Wait.” She said the word on a gasp, and he pulled away from her. Her eyes glittered, and her cheeks were flushed. She reached for him as if she couldn’t resist, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “Maybe we should…take this to the bedroom.”

“All right.” He barely got the words out, and she already had him by the hand, practically dragging him back to her room. He went willingly. Hell, he’d follow her wherever she took him as long as he got to see her naked.

Yeah, he was so thinking with his dick again. Sometimes that had gotten him into trouble in his past. But right now? He didn’t think this was going to end badly.

If he was lucky, this might just turn into something…permanent.

The second Mia got him into her room it was as if she turned on a switch. From the mild-mannered, polite woman he’d come to know, to some sort of wanton sex vixen intent on stripping off his clothes. She yanked and pulled, breathy little sounds coming from her when she nudged close to him to pull his shirt up over his head. Her bare breasts brushed against his chest, making him groan in exquisite agony, and she did it again. Hard, little nipples rubbing against him, the soft mounds of her breasts dragging across his stomach.

Absolute torture.

“You’re a tease.” He grabbed her by her slender wrists, stopping her movements and she gazed up at him, a dumbfounded expression on her face. As if maybe he didn’t like what she was doing.

Fat chance, that one. If she rubbed herself against him again he just might come in his pants.

“I— Is that a bad thing?” Her eyes were wide, fathomless blue.

He smiled slowly, his thumbs sweeping across the inside of her wrists. He felt her pulse there, frantic and furious. Much like his own rapidly beating heart. “Don’t get me wrong, I like it. But it’s been so long you might get me a little too…excited.”

Damn, he shouldn’t have admitted that. Wincing, he took note of her expression. How it changed from worried to sultry in about two seconds flat.

“I don’t want to excite you too much,” she practically purred, her hands circling about him so that they stroked up and down his back.

His eyes slid closed for the briefest moment, and he allowed his hands to wander, reaching up to cup her small breasts. They were the perfect fit for his palms. “No, you don’t. Trust me on that.”

Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues tangled in an erotic dance. Hands wandered over each other’s bodies, tugging at the remaining clothing, removing the thin barriers until it became skin on skin. Jake slid his hands down Mia’s sides, over her hips, then back up so he cupped her breasts once again. She tore her mouth from his to moan, arching into his touch.

Unable to stop himself he bent over her, tonguing first one nipple, then the other. Licking and nipping, he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, savoring her sweet taste. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling him away and then pushing him closer. He couldn’t help but smile against her skin.

“The bed,” she murmured as she squirmed against him. “Let’s take this to the bed.”

Without a word he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and he groaned. The sensation of her hot, wet pussy brushing against his stomach would be his absolute undoing.

He was damn lucky his knees didn’t give out. Hell, his back. He felt the twinge, the one that reminded him that hey, you broke your back not too long ago. He really needed to watch it.

But it was his dick that was doing the talking, and it didn’t want to be ignored. Besides, Mia didn’t weigh that much. In fact, she was pretty light.

It was probably in his best interest to drop her on the bed and quick.