Understood (Unspoken 1)

Tiny goose bumps prickled over her flesh as his tongue trailed lower. And lower still.

Her breathing sped up until she was panting. His fingers trailed through the curls surrounding her pussy and gently spread the folds.

He touched his tongue to her clit, and she bolted upward, a sigh of pleasure escaping tightly compressed lips. Over and over, his mouth feathered across the quivering little bud until she was mindless in her ecstasy.

One finger circled her opening before dipping inside the slightest bit. Then with a quick movement, he sucked her clit between his teeth and nipped as he plunged the finger deeper.

She went wild, her hands curling tightly into the sheets. Her head flailed from side to side as her eyes closed tight against the burst of sensation that swept over her.

“Jaaake!”

He ignored her, easing another finger in to join the first.

She was close. She was on the brink of something truly wonderful. But before she could reach out and take it, he stopped.

He slid back up her body, his muscular thigh parting her legs. His cock, heavy and thick, nudged into her slick folds.

She stiffened for a moment, a tendril of panic squeezing her chest.

“Relax, sweetheart. We’re going to take this nice and easy.”

He propped himself up slightly with one knee and framed her face with his hands. He stared down at her, his expression so gentle, devoid of the hard-ass persona he exuded ninety-nine percent of the time.

He held her as he fitted his mouth to hers. This time, she sucked at his tongue, coaxing it inward. His taste was different from before, and she realized the sexy musk was her, the evidence of her pleasure.

One of his hands left her face and reached between them. He reared back and rubbed his cock over the sensitive layers of her pussy. Now coated with her moisture, the head slid easily inside as he pushed forward.

“Ahhh,” she exhaled as he gained more depth.

Slowly, methodically, he worked his way deeper. She stretched to accommodate him. Ripple upon ripple of joy coursed through her system.

Finally his hips pressed tight to hers. Her eyes flashed wide in astonishment. Above her Jake smiled, his eyes gleaming predatorily.

“Told you I’d fit.”

“Smug bastard,” she muttered.

He laughed and worked his hips, flexing his cock against her vaginal walls. “You were made for me, Ellie. Only me.”

She reached for him, wanting to hold him as he’d held her. He gave in to her need, lowering his body until he lay flush against her.

He placed his forearms on either side of her head as she raised her legs to circle his waist.

“That’s it,” he whispered against her cheek. “Hold on tight, sweetheart. Ride with me.”

She loved the contrast of their skin—his dark brown, work-roughened skin to her softer, paler sheen. She relaxed her legs and let her ankles slip until they hooked underneath his ass. Then she slid her palms down his back and over his firm buttocks. They tightened with every powerful thrust, the muscles contracting underneath her fingertips.

The tension in her pelvis grew. His movements became more forceful, and he increased his speed. Their ragged breathing spilled into the quiet room.

She closed her eyes, holding on to him for dear life. She felt as though she were a balloon being inflated impossibly large. Every muscle strained to near bursting. Soon she’d pop, and yet the pressure continued to build.

“Jake!”

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he rasped in her ear. “Come for me, Ellie. I’m so close.”

Her cry was lost as he captured her mouth in a passionate brand of ownership. She convulsed wildly, bucking upward to meet his pumping thighs.

The room grew dim. Blackness edged in her vision. The slap of flesh on flesh ricocheted. Then she broke apart. She simply exploded, unable to bear the mounting frenzy any longer.

Exquisite bursts of pleasure overwhelmed her until she truly feared passing out. She tried to catch her breath but found she couldn’t force air into her lungs.

Jake crushed her against him, slipping his arms underneath her body and holding tight. He grunted next to her ear then collapsed onto her, driving her further into the bed.

He lay there for a long moment, his chest heaving as he sucked in great mouthfuls of air. Then he propped his body up with his arms and gazed down at her.

“Are you all right?”

She smiled and traced a pattern on his face with her fingers. “What do you think?”

“I think you nearly killed me, wench.”

She laughed, astonished at how relaxed and joyful she sounded.

He rolled to her side and stared up at the ceiling. “We didn’t use protection, Ellie.”

She turned on her side so she could better look at him. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

He cocked one eye at her. “Still, I had no business not using a condom. I didn’t even think beyond getting between your legs. You make me as crazy as a horny teenager.”

She smiled and placed her hand on his chest. He put his hand over hers and brought her palm to his mouth.

“I’ll take care of you, Ellie. I promise.”

An odd rush hit her square in the chest. “I know you will, Jake.”

Silence descended between them for a few seconds. He tucked his arm around her and pulled her down until her head was pillowed on his shoulder.

“Why are you on the pill?” he asked. “I know there hasn’t been anyone since Ray.”

He said it with such confidence, but then Jake was nothing if not self-assured. And he knew her well. Better than anyone else ever had.

Oddly enough she didn’t flinch at the mention of her ex-husband’s name. Most people who knew her beyond a general acquaintance tactfully avoided mention of him or her marriage. She liked that Jake was so blunt with her. It proved he wasn’t treating her like half a person. One damaged and scarred beyond repair.

“I started taking them when Ray and I were still married,” she said quietly. “I was desperate not to get pregnant.”

Jake’s arm tightened around her then he turned until they were nearly nose to nose.

“Ellie…that night. Was it the first time he hurt you like that?”

She swallowed, unsure of whether she should admit the truth. Jake looked intently at her, so much feeling in his eyes, she had difficulty sorting out the various emotions she saw reflected.

“No,” she finally said. “It’s why I started taking birth control pills on the sly. I would never have willingly gone to bed with him, and I would have died rather than bring a baby into our marriage.”

Jake’s eyes closed, his face creased into an expression of pain.

“Jake, don’t,” she whispered. “Let’s not think of him. Not right now. He’s the last person I want between us when I’m in bed with you.”

“I hate myself for not seeing him for what he was,” Jake said bleakly.

She leaned in to kiss him, effectively halting anything else he might say. “I don’t hate you. I hate him. You’re not to blame. He is.”

He pushed his hand into her hair, running his fingers through the strands. Then he pulled her to him again. He kissed her lightly, several times in succession. Each time he touched a different part of her mouth.

When he finally eased away, his eyes were glazed with need. She glanced down his body to see his semi-aroused cock coming back to life.

“Jake?” she asked, a little breathlessly, a little unsure.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want to touch you. I want—I want to make love to you. Can I?”

Chapter Six

All the breath left Jake’s body in one harsh wheeze. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, woman. What the hell kind of question is that?”

Her lips, swoll

en from his kisses, spread upward into a shy smile.

“Please have your wicked way with me. I’m not too proud to beg.”

Her gaze fell to his dick, and he felt a bolt of arousal as he imagined what she had in mind.

“Touch me, sweetheart,” he said huskily. “Before I go nuts.”

She sat up and shoved at him until he was flat on his back. He folded his hands behind his head, content to lie back and let her do her thing.

She had the look of a hungry woman ready to feast. There wasn’t a nerve ending in his body that wasn’t jumping like a frog on speed.

He flinched when she bent down and pressed her lips just two inches above the thatch of hair surrounding his cock. Her tongue swept out and swirled a trail to his navel, and every one of his muscles rippled in response.

His cock stood fully at attention now, begging for her touch. For her mouth. God, he wanted her mouth. Her tongue. Hell, right now he just wanted her to touch him.

She petted him, brushing ever so lightly over his chest. Down to his thighs. His hips. He arched, trying to guide himself toward her hand, but she moved her fingers down his legs.

“Miserable tease,” he complained.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, a devilish twinkle in her eye. Ah, hell. She knew exactly what she was doing.

He snagged her fingers and pulled them to his straining cock. He curled her palm around the base and moved it up and down.

“I want to taste you.”

He groaned. “God, sweetheart, I want you to taste me, too.”

She dipped her head, her silky curls falling over his thighs. He released her hand and shoved his fingers into her hair, pulling it away so he could see.

He flinched and moaned again when her pink tongue flicked out to swirl around the head. Her lips parted, and she slowly slid her mouth over the tip, down the base until he was lodged against the back of her throat.

“Mother fuck,” he swore.

His fingers tightened in her hair as he arched into her. She made the sweetest sucking sounds as her mouth worked up and down. Her tongue felt like a velvet glide, slightly rough, hot. The ache began deep in his balls and swelled upward.

She eased her lips up from the base until the head popped out of her mouth with a wet sucking noise.

“Tell me you’re not finished,” he said, not giving a damn about the fact he was pleading.

She grinned. “Oh, I’m not finished.”