Straight Up Love (Boys of Jackson Harbor 2)

I nod. “And in the shower . . .”

His chest expands on his deep inhale. “And what about before this week?” He grazes my collarbone with his index finger, then traces a line down between my breasts, over my navel, and between my legs, where I’m swollen and needy for him. “Before this week, did you ever touch yourself thinking about me?”

Desire is ungrounded electricity between us, snapping at the air and looking for connection. “Yes.”

“Once? Twice?” He cups my jaw in his hand and rubs my bottom lip with his thumb.

“Too many times to count.” I give a shaky smile. “You’ve starred in my fantasies for years. Even when I didn’t want to admit it to myself, you were there.”

He growls and nods. “I would’ve been. You only had to ask.”

I open my mouth to question this—or maybe to object—but he leads me to the bed, and I don’t care about anything else. “Lie back, beautiful.”

I do as he says, but he’s unbuttoning his shirt, so I only go down to my elbows, wanting the view of his broad shoulders, the display of ink on his skin. He drops his dress shirt to the floor, then yanks his undershirt over his head and throws it aside. The sight of him makes the ache between my legs coil tighter. Bare chest. Tattoos. Hard muscle under soft skin.

“I like that.” He nods to me. “I want you up on your elbows when my mouth is on you.” He strips out of his jeans, and my breath catches at the sight of him. His strong legs. The dark hair that trails under his navel and into his boxer briefs. The thick erection beneath them.

He’s gorgeous. And right now, he’s mine.

“Come here.” I reach out a hand. As he takes it, I hear the muffled trill of his phone from his discarded jeans. “Ignore it.”

He grins. “I don’t have anything nice to say to someone who’d interrupt me right now.” He climbs over me, and I lie back, welcoming the weight of his body between my legs, the press of his erection through the cotton of his briefs.

He kisses me again, and I lift my hips and cry out at the pressure of him against my clit. How can I be so close to coming apart? He’s hardly touched me

, but I feel my body skating along a precarious ledge. I press my hips down into the mattress to suppress the instinctive grind.

He mutters a curse against my ear. “Don’t stop.”

I grip his shoulders and curl my nails into his skin. “I’m afraid I’ll . . .” My hips jerk under him, and heat whips down my spine. “Jake . . .”

“Just let yourself feel good.” He circles his hips, rubbing himself against me, and God it’s good. It’s heat and pressure and elation, and I want more and less all at once. He sucks at the tender skin of my neck before returning his mouth to my ear. “Do you have any idea how hot it is to see you this turned on? To have you naked under me and know you’re about to come against my cock?” He sucks my earlobe between his teeth, and I hear my own sharp cry. God, that mouth. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

His words are my undoing. They cut away the last of my restraint and push me over the line between pleasure and release. I rock against him through it—wild and unashamed, my entire body a collection of tiny explosions.

He kisses my neck. My ear. My jaw. The tip of my nose. “You’re so beautiful.”

I drag in one gulp of air after another. I can’t believe I just did that. I can hardly get myself off on a good day, and orgasms with a partner have been rare at best in my experience. But I just dry-humped Jake until I saw stars. “Wow.” I uncurl my fingers from his shoulders and wince. He’s going to have marks from my nails. “Sorry.”

A phone rings again, but this time it’s mine. We both ignore it.

He pushes himself up on one arm so he’s looking down at me. “What are you apologizing for?”

I shrug. “For digging my nails into your shoulders? For finishing before we really got started?”

He grins. “I can handle some battle scars if it means hearing you moan like that.” His eyes search my face. “And I never said you were finished.”

A booming knock echoes through the room. “Jake! Get your ass here now!”

Ava

Jake tenses, and I frown. “Is that Levi?” I ask.

“I think so.” Jake sweeps a kiss across my lips. “I’ll be right back.”

I nod, and he studies my face for a final beat. When Levi pounds again, Jake climbs off the bed and tugs on his jeans, not bothering to zip them. He grabs a hotel robe from the closet and tosses it to me with a wink before he rounds the corner to get the door.

I scramble off the bed and pull on the robe. I try to listen, but I can’t make out their murmurs until Jake says, “Okay. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”