Flirting with Disaster (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 2)

She drew in a shaky breath.

“And,” he whispered, “I’d be so damn happy to be the guy you fuck.”

His mouth was on her throat now, so hot and demanding, and Lauren groaned. He’d said all the right things and kissed all the right spots, but she was still scared. “And after?” she whispered.

“Does there have to be an after already? We haven’t even started. I just want to try. To see what happens when we’re by ourselves. With no one else between us.”

“What about—?”

“No one,” he growled, and his teeth found that spot that made her nerves shake. “Just us.”

“Oh, God,” she breathed. “I want to fuck you.”

His pained laugh chased over her skin. “If that’s supposed to scare me off, you’ve clearly underestimated how much I want to fuck you, too.”

“Don’t say that,” she moaned. “I won’t be able to resist.”

“Thank God.” His hand sneaked beneath the front of her robe and he growled when his thumb grazed her bare nipple. She wanted him to tear off her robe and do her right there on the kitchen counter, but he was wiser. “The bedroom this time,” he said. “Behind a closed door.”

“Good idea.” After all, anyone who came to the front door could see right in. But she wouldn’t have resisted if he’d picked her up and taken her right there. She was too desperate for him.

As it was, he gave her a long kiss and caressed her breast before giving in and herding her toward the hallway.

Laughing, she tugged him to her bedroom, her lust brightening into something sharp and dangerous when she saw the hard length of him beneath his jeans. She’d fantasized about him this morning, thinking she’d never get her hands on him again. Now she was starving.

He was kissing her before they even got to the bed, as if he were starving for her, too, so Lauren gave up any pretense of patience and unbuckled his belt. She didn’t need to be seduced. Hell, she didn’t even need foreplay these days. He slid off her robe and she let it fall to the floor. Only the bedside lamp was on, but it cast more than enough light to reveal everything. Still, she stood straight before him, letting him look his fill. She wasn’t self-conscious anymore. She wanted him to look. And judging by the way his cock thickened, he liked looking.

She took him in her fist and slowly stroked him, hoping the feeling was as soul-breaking as his fingers had felt inside her last night.

His hands framed her face as he lowered his head. “Jesus,” he hissed, pressing small kisses to her mouth and jaw as his breath grew rough. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He was as thick as he’d been the night before, and so damn hard, and she loved it. She loved making his hips jerk and his breath catch.

When his thumb brushed her mouth, she licked it and his eyes narrowed to slits. He touched her again, and she sucked his thumb between her lips and rubbed her tongue against him. “Oh, God,” he said, as she sucked it the way she wanted to suck his cock. As she stroked him and made him feel exactly what she wanted him to feel.

He slid his thumb free, and she loved the way it slipped warm and wet over her lips. Lauren went to her knees in front of him.

He was gorgeous. Straight and veined and so thick. He would have made her nervous in her youth, but now... Now she went wet and weak at the sight of him. She wanted that. All of it.

She stroked his cock and watched a drop of liquid form at the tip. Jake didn’t say a word. She wasn’t sure he even breathed. She tasted it. Just a tiny touch of her open mouth. Then another as the salty drop melted over her tongue.

He tasted perfect. And he smelled delicious. As she opened her mouth for him, her clit felt tight and swollen. She’d forgotten how good a man could taste, how the scent of sex could take you over. But now she felt as needy as an animal. She wanted to roll around in him. Stretch out and purr her pleasure.

But he wouldn’t have heard. As soon as her lips closed around him, as soon as she sucked, Jake groaned her name.

Yes, that was what she wanted. She took him deeper, letting the weight of his shaft slide over her tongue. Letting him feel how much she wanted it. She tightened her hand around the thick base of his cock and worked her mouth and fist at the same time.

He urged her on with his hips and his growls of approval. His fingers brushed her hair, and she knew he was being polite, trying not to do what he really wanted, trying not to cup his hand around the back of her skull and urge her deeper. But she wasn’t a delicate flower. She wanted everything, so she reached for his wrist and pulled his hand to the back of her head.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, his fingers spreading over her hair. “Oh, God, Lauren.” His touch was light, but she still took him as deep as she could, loving the way he pressed against the back of her throat. His fingers tightened. He thrust deeper as she worked him, his movements rougher as his breath tore from his throat.

“Stop,” he said, though his hips begged for more. “I don’t want to come like this. I...”

But she didn’t stop, and his hand fisted in her hair as his thrusts quickened, and then his cock jumped against her tongue and he flooded her mouth. He gasped her name as she swallowed him down. His hand trembled against her head. His body curled around her.

She’d never felt more powerful. She wanted to do this again. In an hour. In the middle of the night. In the morning. She wanted to wake up like this, shaking and strong and whole and broken all at once.

He slid free of her and she looked up at him and let him see how much she still wanted him.