I got to have her.
I pulled her against me and did what I’d been dying to do since the moment I laid eyes on her. I kissed the hell out of her, like I had tried to when we got tangled up in the bushes all those weeks ago. This time it was different though. This time, she was 100% kissing me back. And she was good at it.
Really good.
The best part was that this time, I didn't have to stop.
I groaned and let my hands begin to roam. Her damp skin felt like wet silk. I bent down and lifted her slightly so I could taste her breasts. They were perfect. High and round with two bright pink nipples just begging me to kiss them. I did, smiling as I heard her panting above me.
She was just as hot for me as I was for her.
Good.
I set her down on her feet. I was done being nice. I was no pussycat. I was a fucking lion and she was my lioness.
"Bed. Now."
Her eyes flashed at me dangerously. I was treated the sight of her pert bottom as she obeyed my command. In an instant I was following her down to the giant unmade bed.
I kissed her again, pulling my shirt open so I could feel her against my skin. We both moaned at the contact. I grimaced, wishing my pants were off already.
My dick felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my jeans.
I wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out again. I reached down to stroke between her legs. I slipped a finger inside her to test the waters. She was wet already but far too tight. That was going to be a problem.
I knew I was above average in the size department.
Well, that was a bit of an understatement. I was way, way above average. And Elle was tiny. I took a deep breath and pulled back. She blinked up at me in confusion, all warm and willing female.
I shook my head and started sliding down her body, kissing as I went.
"Not yet, sweetheart. Not just yet."
I stared hungrily at her sweet little pussy as it came into view. She had a nice little patch of dark hair above. It contrasted with her pale skin and the pinkness of her swollen nether lips.
She was utterly feminine down here. Just like she was everywhere else.
Perfect.
Delicious.
Mine.
I had to taste her. Touch her. Explore her. Never mind needing to make sure she was ready.
I lowered my head and got to work.
Chapter Eighteen
Elle
"Oh my GOD!"
I was about to fly off the bed. Jake Delancey had his head between my legs and he was– he was–
"Oh oh oh!"
My body arched upward as Jake's tongue slid inside me again and again. He was fluttering his finger over my clitorous at the same time. And he wasn't stopping.
I was tossing around on the bed as the orgasm continued to tear through me. I didn't think it was possible to climax harder.
I was wrong.
I found that out a moment later as he brought me to yet another peak.
I reached down and grabbed his head, pushing him away.
He looked up at me questioningly, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Enough messing about Delancey. Get on with it,” I demanded, feeling like a brazen hussy and not giving a good goddamn about it. Even if my mama would have rolled her eyes and made the sign of the cross at me. But this was natural. It was inevitable. It was pre-ordained.
Jake seemed to think so, too.
He came up grinning as he rapidly pulled the rest of his clothes off. I was breathing heavily as his gorgeously muscled body was revealed. The man's shoulders were even wider than I’d thought, his belly flat and trim, his chest broad and smooth.
In short, he was perfect.
"Are you trying to kill me, then?"
"I wouldn't dream of it, darlin'."
He pulled his pants off and my eyes widened. I’d been too busy admiring the rest of his physique to wonder about that or how big it was.
It was big.
Too big.
My eyes widened as he climbed on top of me again, leaning toward the bedside table for a condom. He must have caught the look in my eyes as he rolled it on over his shaft.
"It'll be fine."
"Uh huh, if you say so."
"Elle–"
I lay back and closed my eyes.
"Damn it Delancey, get on with it!"
I could almost see his grin as he nudged my thighs apart and guided his cock to my opening, kissing my neck to relax me. It worked. His cock felt like hot steel where it pressed against me. My body stretched as he eased his way inside.
"Jesus Elle."
He was panting heavily now too, our breathing intermingling as he slid forward, getting deeper by the second. I felt filled up. Stretched. Opened. It didn't hurt though. No, it felt good.