The Dangerous Jacob Wilde

Thank God, no, because stopping the kiss would have killed him.

If anything, he wanted more.

And she gave it, her lips parting eagerly so he could taste her hot, honeyed sweetness.

She slid her tongue against his. And moaned.

The sound went straight through him.

She went up on her toes, the flashlight tumbling to the ground.

His arms tightened around her as she wound her arms around his neck.

He could hear his blood roaring in his ears.

On a low, rough groan, he tilted her head back and took the kiss deeper.

She trembled, pressed her body more tightly to his.

The kiss went on and on; the moon and the stars spun around them. They were the center of the universe, its source of light and heat—

And the kiss wasn’t enough.

Jake stumbled back against the truck and lifted Addison into him. She clung to him. He moved his hips against her and the sound she made when she felt his erection was raw with need.

Everything within him responded.

He was steel. He was granite. He was dangerously close to losing control.

“Addison,” he said in a warning whisper, “Addison …”

She sank her teeth delicately into the tender flesh of his bottom lip. Rocked against him. Said his name in a hoarse whisper, and whatever remained of his sanity fled.

He hoisted her off the ground, one arm under her bottom, his free hand beneath her skirt. She wrapped her legs around him.

He sought her heat, found it, found the wetness that was for him, only for him, and cupped her with his palm.

She gave a sharp, keening cry.

“Please,” she sobbed, “Jacob, Jacob, please …”

Beyond thought, beyond everything rational, he wrapped his fingers around the small bit of silk that kept him from her and tore it away.

She gasped.

Now he could feel her against his fingers.

Wet heat. Soft curls. The delicate petals of the flower that was her feminine heart.

He stroked her. She screamed. The intensity of her response almost finished him.

Quickly, he reached between them, unzipped, freed himself, lifted her higher …

And drove into her.

She clamped around him, a velvet vise.

Hold on, he told himself, don’t let go, not yet, not yet, not—