‘Do you want a drink?’ She didn’t even realise she’d started moving again until she found herself in the kitchen area. ‘There should be something in the fridge.’
Then she was standing in front of him, so close that she could imagine reaching her hands out to flatten them against those oh-so-appealing abdominal muscles. Her palms prickled with the effort of resisting. And then she lifted her head, their gazes colliding, his eyes hot, and almost black with desire.
It was like a catalyst.
Jake slid one hand into her hair—still wet from her own shower—and hauled her to him, his head bowing so that his mouth could claim hers and at last—at last—they were kissing again.
Only, Jake didn’t merely kiss her, he dominated her. Deliciously and devastatingly so. Even better than she remembered.
His mouth claimed hers with such complete authority, just as electrifying as she remembered. She could feel it deep in her core.
A heat bloomed right through Flávia.
She pressed her body against his, her hands gliding over him and revelling in every ridge and every dip, as though she couldn’t get enough. Her entire body shivered when he dipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and hooked around her fitted white tee, pulling it up and over her head.
Then Jake unhooked her bra and removed that, too, her nipples proud as they strained against his chest. The slide of her bare skin over his was almost too delicious, and as he kissed a trail along her jawline and down her neck, his hand skimmed over her to cup one heavy, aching breast.
Gentle and demanding all at once, driving the sense of anticipation up even further.
Almost too much to stand.
He toyed with her, played with her, then let his hands smooth over her skin as if reacquainting himself with every inch of her. From the ridges of her spine to the soft curve of her waist. Only, unlike last time, this felt less urgent.
More indulgent.
Without thinking, Flávia reached out and hooked one finger into the waistband of his towel and it fell away with one flick.
Her mouth went dry in an instant. She hadn’t overplayed her memories of last time as she’d begun to fear she might have, because he was every bit as hard, ready and uncompromisingly masculine as she recalled.
She didn’t realise he’d swept her into his arms, high against his chest, until he started carrying her through to the bedroom, and all she could do was cling tightly and gaze at him, lost in those impossibly blue depths.
A thrill coursed through Flávia as he laid her on the bed, and stripped her down with ruthless efficiency. She sank back, expecting him to move alongside her, to cover her body with his own, but suddenly she felt his hands slide under her backside and pull her forward.
When she looked up, he had already settled himself between her legs, a wicked curve to his lips, and her heart slammed against her ribs.
‘Jake...’
‘Brace yourself, my selvagem. Now it’s time for me to dole out the lessons.’
Before she could answer, he lowered his head and used his tongue to trace the line up the inside of her raised thigh only to stop a breath short of her core. Then he tracked his way back down the other thigh.
It was the sweetest torment she thought she’d ever known.
Again and again he teased her, stoking her desire, making her lift her hips in anticipation each time, only for him to skim over where she needed him most. She threaded her fingers through his hair, unable to help herself.
‘Anyone would think you didn’t know how to hit your mark,’ she grumbled breathlessly on his third time over.
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‘Oh, I know how to hit my mark,’ he muttered, his mouth never leaving her skin. So close that she could feel the curve of his wicked smile. ‘You just don’t know how to ask for it nicely.’
She lifted her head to glare at him, but this time, when he reached the top, he paused, and looked at her.
‘Still, maybe I should prove it to you.’
Then he dipped his head and licked his way into her. Jettisoning her into pure sensation.
He tasted her, over and over, using his tongue like the most exquisite weapon against her. Licking her, sucking her and making that hot thing in her belly pull tighter, more hectic.