Playing With Trouble (Desire Bay 1)

Laura seemed to get what he was staring at, and she shifted to look straight up at him, her face eye level with his belt.

“You look about as big as my bed,” she said. And yep, she could read minds, because Jake was thinking the same thing. “But I feel like I need to really see the whole package to be sure . . .” She lifted her chin at him. “Strip, please.”

He frowned down at her. “What?”

“You heard me. Unless you’d rather go home? Otherwise, get naked, because I’m in the mood to see all of you.”

Jake couldn’t really say no to that. “Be warned, I expect an equal trade.”

“Fair enough,” she agreed.

He couldn’t help but grin. Even gearing up for foreplay with her was a challenge and fun. He reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt, pulling it down his arms and off.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at his chest and trailed those topaz gems down to his stomach and back up again.

“Whoa, I knew you were strong, but this . . .” She looked him over again. “You’re so . . .” She ran a hand from his nipple down his torso to his belt and back up again. She seemed transfixed by all the ridges of his stomach, and Jake couldn’t help but want her eyes to stay on him.

He wanted her to want him.

Loved how her mere gaze made him feel stronger.

“Your skin is soft,” she said, running her hand along the V of his hips then up his side. “But you’re hard muscle beneath.”

The woman was staring at him like he was a damn Greek god or something—like she was impressed with him, wanted him—and holy shit, he liked it.

“You know the taffy stretcher down at Gaffe’s shop?” she asked.

Jake frowned at her question.

“It’s a rotating wheel that pulls and stretches saltwater taffy. Hard and soft. Smooth and dense. I used to watch it at the candy shop by the wharf when I was a kid, and every time I wished so much I could just taste it. It looked so damn good.”

She leaned in, and her breath hit his belly button. With her palms flat on his upper torso, she pressed her lush mouth against his skin. Her lips on him made him groan, and when her tongue darted out to taste him, he gritted his teeth. His cock shot impossibly hard in his pants, and never once had a woman gotten him so turned on while his pants were still on.

“Jesus, baby,” he said.

“Finish your task,” she said, keeping her mouth on his abs.

Jake didn’t want her mouth to leave him, so he gently reached down to unfasten his belt and jeans while she licked along his hips.

He tugged his pants down, and with her perfect face right there, his cock sprang free.

She wasn’t retreating. Wasn’t moving away. She just kept taking tastes of him, and when the side of her cheek brushed his cock, he bit back a curse.

She was so close. So damn close to where he prayed her mouth would end up. But he didn’t want to rush her.

“You know what?” she said and looked up at him. “I think I want to taste you more than the taffy.”

Thank God!

She kept her eyes on him, and he watched her plump lips part and fasten around his cock head.

He had to take a shuddering breath, because he’d never seen anything sexier than this woman. Running her hands up his abs, she slowly sucked him deep while gently scratching a trail back down to his pelvis. When she came back up, so did her hands. She was working him over in a slow, steady way while keeping her hands and mouth on him at all times.

And he loved it.

But when her hands came around to grab his ass, nothing prepared him for her. She gripped him tight and pulled, bringing his hips forward and causing him to fuck her throat.

She sucked and moaned as she pulled him toward her again and again, and Jake thought he’d died and gone some kind of kinky heaven, because this was amazing.