She rode them out for as long as she could, these desperately perfect sensations. And when she didn’t think she could bear it any longer, he sucked harder and slid one finger deep inside her.
Flávia broke apart. Splintering into a million tiny fragments which she didn’t think she’d ever be able to put back together. No one had ever made her feel like this. So wanton. So alive.
By the time Flávia came back to herself, it was to find Jake lying next to her, propped on one arm and watching her, his expression entirely too self-satisfied for her liking. She’d been entirely too lost in the moment and she felt the flush of embarrassment creeping over her.
‘That was hardly balanced.’ She was going for prim, but her raspy voice fell far too short of the mark.
‘You aren’t really complaining.’
Less of a question, more of a statement.
Unable to answer, she merely reached for him, pulling him onto her. Letting him haul her into his arms beneath him, and settling himself between her legs like he was meant to be there.
And, so help her, that yearning in her swirled around all the more. Coiling tighter every time he nudged against her entrance, making her want to lose herself all over again. Not that she could, surely? Not so soon?’
Flávia shifted her hips, trying to find out, and a low sound escaped the back of Jake’s throat.
‘Careful, Flávia,’ he warned.
Could it be that he wasn’t as in control as he was pretending to be?
The realisation stirred through her. She tried it again with the same result. Lifting her legs, Flávia wrapped them, with deliberate ease, around Jake’s hips and wriggled around him.
‘If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be responsible, my selvagem,’ he growled.
She felt heady, too close to the edge. Again. Already.
‘Who says I want you to?’ she murmured, meeting his eyes as he looked at her.
Then he held her gaze as he thrust into her. Long, and slow, and deep, as her lungs expelled every last bit of air in a soft, juddering sigh, before drawing back out again.
‘Again,’ she choked out, her arms looped around his neck and her legs still locked around his waist. And he complied with devastating control once. Twice.
Each time, she could feel herself adjust to him, tighten around him, and then he started to set the pace. Steadily at first, but building quickly, the fire raging wildly under every inch of her skin. And Flávia, already halfway there from what he’d already done with her oh-so-compliant body, clutched tightly and surrendered to him.
In. Out. Faster and faster, taking her higher than she’d ever been, until he was driving her straight to the edge, and her body was shaking as she begged him not to stop.
Never to stop.
So good that she could almost cry.
When he slid his hand down between them, it was like a ball of flames shooting straight through her veins, and he finally took her over the edge.
For one long moment, she felt herself floating there, and there was nothing but a white heat rushing headlong towards her. And then it hit, and she started falling—spinning and somersaulting over and over as she tumbled into the blissful abyss, calling Jake’s name.
And as he followed her, this time he called her name, too.
* * *
By the time she woke, several hours later, she was alone in the bed.
She glanced around for Jake, even listening out for the sound of him moving around in the main lounge, but it was silent out there. Of course, he would have had to take Brady home. She’d lost track of time, but he couldn’t afford to. Their lives were so very different.
Sitting up, Flávia threw her feet over the edge of the bed and moved gingerly forward. Her body ached in places which hadn’t ached for too long; they’d been intimate twice more after that first time. But, crucially, it was her heart which ached the most.
She glanced tentatively around the bedroom—the supposed scene of the crime—but even though she had no idea how Jake was going to treat her the next time she saw him, she couldn’t say that she regretted what had happened.
Scanning further, she’d been surprised, even touched, to see her clothes folded over the chair in the corner of the room rather than dropped around the place as they’d left them. But then it occurred to her that he hadn’t done it for her, but to ensure than Brady didn’t see anything when they’d all returned home after their ice-cream trip.