Jasmine laughed. She put her hand over her breasts and winced at the touch. “Nice try, deputy, but it’s sore. I’ll be fine.”
“Seriously, Jasmine.” He tilted her chin up. “Your nose looks sore and you got lucky it wasn’t broken. Donald Allen is on my shit list, believe me. Not only that, but Noah will be paying him an official visit in the morning.”
“Alicia won’t get into any real trouble, will she? She is a good friend who was just sticking up for me. I never had any close friends like that before. Friends came and went all of my life. None ever cared if I was hurt.”
She felt his arms pull her close to his hard, warm body. She hung her head low and his hands caressed her hair. She closed her eyes for a minute. She liked being held. She wanted to tell him all they could ever be was friends. She was not willing to risk her heart again. It was too painful.
She felt Drake’s lips at her neck. She tilted her neck so he could have better access. She was weak. That was her problem. She had no willpower. Instead of kicking Drake out, she was letting him kiss her neck. He stopped and traced her arm tattoo with his fingers. “I like this angel. It’s very pretty.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, finding it hard to carry on a conversation with him. Her pulse was racing and her stomach felt a little nervous.
She felt his hands at the tie around her neck. Before she could utter a protest he had the bow untied and her breasts were free and uncovered. He traced the roundness of her shape with his fingers. She watched his eyes zero in on the bruises just beginning to show lightly on the right breast. He looked angry. “Donald Allen will have his own bruises.”
He let his fingers barely touch the bruised area. It was such a light touch but she still felt the tingles on her bare skin, all the way down between her legs. “You need a heating pad.”
“It’ll be better in the morning,” she whispered, feeling a little embarrassed at sitting with him like this. He was fully dressed and she was half naked.
“You’re beautiful, Jasmine. Your skin is white, silky, and soft. Your breasts are round and firm. The tips are pink and beautiful.” His fingers traced the nipples softly and she felt them harden. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the cushions of the couch. His hands traced the outline of her breast, and she let out a small sound even though she was trying to prevent it. She felt his lips and his tongue all over her skin. When he swiped the tip with his tongue but didn’t linger, she muttered, “You’re killing me, Drake.”
She opened her eyes and looked into his brown eyes. He leaned down and took her mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. He explored her mouth with his tongue while his hands roamed down her bare back. She was pressed against his chest and she could feel the buttons of his shirt against her skin but she didn’t care. She groaned into his mouth. He let her go and his brown eyes reminded her of melted chocolate.
“Should we be doing this, Drake? You don’t take women seriously and I am tired of being lied to and fooled,” she whispered, not attempting to hide her pain.
“I am not lying to you, Jasmine. I was attracted to you from the moment I saw you sitting on the bench looking so lost. I have thought about us a lot and I want to see where we can go. This is a big step for me too. I thought I preferred being casual. I want us to be exclusive. I never asked that of any woman.” He looked so sincere and she wanted to believe him. Her arms went back around his neck and she pulled him back to her. Maybe she needed to stop thinking and start feeling. Their mouths touched and all thoughts flew out of her head. All she could do was feel his tongue mating with hers. His hands gently cupped her breasts, then lowered them to her thighs. He rubbed her legs through her jeans.
Her hands went to his shirt and buttons started unsnapping. It wasn’t long before she was running her hands over his smooth, warm bare flesh. The feel of his muscles under her hand was intoxicating.
“Mmm,” he hummed and pulled her as close as possible. Drake pushed her down on the couch until she was lying flat on her back. His hands went to the fastening of her pants and unzipped her jeans. She felt the cool air hit her unclothed skin. Her head told her to slow down but her body was on fire. Drake’s hands were everywhere and discovering her curves. He smoothed his hands down her flat stomach and down to the junction between her thighs. His fingers touched her wetness and she gasped at his touch. The rough skin of his hands felt good on her pussy. He was using his fingers to see how soaked she was.
“You are so wet. Is it all for me?” he whispered against her neck, kissing the skin softly. His bre
ath was heavy and she could feel the warmness on her skin. “Your body doesn’t lie, Jazz. You want me as much as I want you. Something this strong makes me uneasy too, but I can’t resist you.”
She bit down on his shoulder lightly with her teeth. The sensation of his fingers playing with her pussy made her feel wild with passion. Her legs opened wide and he lifted one to the top of the couch so he could have a better view. It made her feel vulnerable. She was a little embarrassed. Grant had always insisted it be dark. Drake seemed to like looking at her in the glow of the lamp.
“God, I love everything about this sexy body, Jasmine.” His voice was deep and so primitive-sounding that she felt her wetness increase. His fingers touched her sensitive clit and she moaned and closed her eyes. She forgot her embarrassment as waves of heat swept through her body.
He swiped his finger over it and she wiggled around. It was hard to lie still when her body felt like it had threads of electricity running through it. She opened her eyes and reached up to kiss him.
“Why am I the only naked one here?” she asked him. When she let go of his mouth, she could barely catch her breath. “Doesn’t seem fair.”
Drake laughed and stood up. She missed his warmth right away. He unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down his hips along with his boxers. There was no embarrassment on his face. He was comfortable with his nudity. She could do nothing but stare at his excellent physical shape. His skin was a golden color all over. His stomach was flat and his thighs were toned. His cock was hard and erect, surrounded by dark hair. She reached out without thinking and caressed his length. He closed his eyes and a sound of pleasure escaped his lips. She cupped his balls and explored the shape of his hard cock, squeezing him. He was so thick and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. She also wanted to taste him. She leaned over and used her tongue to swipe the length of him. She looked up at his face and he was watching her with sparkling brown eyes.
She swirled the mushroom tip of his cock with her tongue and he sucked in his breath. She sucked his length in to her mouth until she felt him at the back of her throat.
He muttered under his breath but she didn’t pay attention to his words. She used her hand to cup his balls and squeeze. She hummed and went back to using her tongue on his length. He tasted salty and exotic. She sucked him back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around.
“Shit, Jazz. I can’t take it. You’re torturing me.” His voice was deep and throaty.
He pulled out of her mouth and she pouted. “I was having fun.”
He moved and hovered above her. He looked down at her nude body. “You are so sexy, Jasmine. You have me so hard I feel like I am about to explode. If you touch me anymore it will be all over and you will be cussing me out.”
She encircled his neck with her arms and pulled him close to her. “Well, then, deputy, less talking and more action. Get busy.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her lips. “Yes, ma’am. I never knew I could be turned on by a bossy witch.”
His lips started at her neck and went downward until he reached the tip of her breast. He suckled on the tip while his knee nudged her thighs apart. She ran her fingers through his hair. She felt his hard erection right at the juncture of her wetness. All she could feel was anticipation for the moment he entered her with his hardness. His tongue was swirling around the tip of her nipple and she arched her body up towards him. Her body was trembling and she whimpered when his lips left her breast. He looked down at her and his eyes were bright.