Understood (Unspoken 1)

He grinned. “Okay, hand me the boring-ass lights and I’ll get them strung.”

“They are not boring,” she protested as she reached for one of the boxes.

“They’re white. And white. Oh, and white,” he grumbled. “No fun at all.”

“You’re still stuck back in your childhood,” she teased.

“When it comes to Christmas, everyone should be a kid.”

She couldn’t argue with that. Sometimes being an adult hurt too much.

She took one end of the lights as Jake began unraveling them from the box. “Let me guess. When you were a child you had lots of colored, blinking lights.”

“Damn right.”

She giggled.

Thirty minutes later, her tree was aglow with over nine hundred lights. She stood back to admire their work and realized how much she’d missed the spirit of Christmas. She’d been so determined not to observe the holiday, not to remember.

“You like it?” Jake asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I do. Thanks for going with me to get one. It makes me happy.”

“I want very much to make you happy,” he said softly.

She cocked her head to stare sideways at him, but he stared straight ahead at the tree. He reached up to hang one of the wooden ornaments they’d purchased as if he’d never uttered such a provocative statement.

An hour later, they were done. A glimmer of delight rushed over Ellie as she took in the brightly decorated tree. It did make her happy. She felt lighter than she had in a long time.

Jake slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “I’m starved. You wore me out. When are you going to feed me?”

She gazed up into his eyes, her stomach doing a series of flip flops at what she saw there. “What would you like?”

“Now that’s a loaded question,” he drawled. He checked his watch. “It’s too late to go out and get anything, and to be honest, what I’m most hungry for is you.”

She swallowed as her nipples hardened. “I could fix us something. Or you could just…”

“Fuck it,” he growled as he swung her into his arms. “We’ll eat later.”

He hauled her toward the bedroom and dumped her onto the bed. His hands went to his jeans, and her gaze fastened greedily on the area he was about to expose. She licked her lips.

“Goddamn, woman. Stop that or I’ll never get my damn jeans off.”

“Need some help?” she asked innocently.

He crooked his finger at her in answer.

She slid off the bed and sauntered over to where he stood. He let his hands fall to his sides as she reached for the zipper. His cock strained and bulged against her fingers as she worked the zipper down.

Finally she reached in and gently drew out his erection. As she palmed the rigid shaft, he yanked at the waist of his jeans until they fell the rest of the way down his legs.

Not waiting to see if he’d take over, she sank to her knees until his cock was but an inch from her lips. She placed her palms on the front of his thighs and slowly took him in her mouth.

He uttered a low groan, and his hips jerked spasmodically as he thrust forward. She loved that she gave him so much pleasure. It gave her power in a way she’d never enjoyed before.

She closed her eyes and let her lips and tongue glide over the smooth head. Fluid spilled on her tongue, and she moaned in reaction.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart. I swear you make the sweetest sounds.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer. His hips worked back and forth, driving deeper into her mouth. Finally he pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion.

She glanced up at him in confusion.

“If you pulled on me one more time with that wicked mouth of yours I would have gone off like a rocket,” he said. “I’m not ready for this to be over when we’ve only just begun.”

She dragged the back of her hand over her swollen mouth and started to rise. Jake reached down for her, easily hoisting her into his arms. She circled her legs around his waist, locking them together in the back

He walked her backward until his legs bumped against the bed. Their lips were close. He bent his head, nudging his mouth against hers. They touched, retreated, then touched again.

Soft kisses, feather light, danced across her lips. He lowered her slowly to the bed. She clutched at him as her back pressed against the mattress.

“You’ve got way too many damn clothes on.”

“You could always do something about that.” His fingers worked at the buttons of her shirt. Soon the material fell open, baring her lacy bra.

“God, that bra looks good on you,” he said hoarsely.

He worked to her jeans, easing the zipper down before peeling the denim from her legs. When he’d pulled the pants away, he bent and pressed his lips against the silky underwear covering her mound. His touch seared straight through the material, and she twisted restlessly beneath him.

“Don’t tease me, Jake. I want you so much.”

“That’s good, sweetheart, because from now on it’s only going to be me.”

A shiver worked over her skin. Jake wasn’t one to screw around. He was straight-talking and made it a habit of going after what he wanted with relentless determination. It scared the hell out of her that he obviously wanted her. For more than just sex.

“I don’t like that look, Ellie. Whatever the fuck it is you’re thinking, just stop it now. Look at me. Tell me who you see. Tell me who’s about to love you like you’ve never been loved.”

“You are,” she whispered.

“Say my name, Ellie.”

“Jake.”

He pulled at her panties then slid her bra straps down her shoulders. Soon she was naked beneath him, breathless with the force of her desire.

He bent down and pressed his mouth to her stomach. His lips worked lower, leaving a burning trail. She parted her legs even as he inserted a hand between them.

She knew she looked like a wanton, all sprawled out before him, ready for him to take. His gaze worked up and down her body, and she delighted in the desire she saw there. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

A wildness took over her. Like a prisoner breaking free from long-endured captivity. She wanted to feel everything. Touch, taste, experience her newfound sexuality. Jake delighted in it every bit as much as Ray had tried to squash it.

“I burn when you look at me like that, Ellie. I swear I’ve dreamed of you looking at me the way you are now.”

“Come here,” she ordered, crooking her finger at him as he had done at her.

He lowered his big body over hers, and she hugged him to her. She didn’t wait for him, she meshed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily.

Her mouth worked hot over his, and their breathing became heavier as their tongues clashed and dueled. His hands slid down her waist, dug underneath to cup her buttocks.

His cock nudged impatiently between her thighs. He worked his hands down to the backs of her legs then spread her further. In one hard push, he was inside her.

She sucked in her breath. It caught in her throat then expanded her chest as a rush of electricity surged through her veins.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Gone were her fears of accommodating him. She wanted every inch buried just as dee

ply as he could go. He stretched her. Stroked the insides of her pussy until she squirmed and bucked beneath him.

Before she could register the build of her orgasm, it exploded on her with earth-shattering force. She went wild. She buried her face in his neck, chanting “oh God” over and over again.

Jake held her tight, rocking into her as currents of fire streaked through her abdomen. Every muscle in her body strained against him. Finally she gasped as her orgasm eased. She relaxed in Jake’s arms and melted into the bed.

Above her, Jake chuckled then kissed her. He was still rock hard, buried in her pussy.

“You sure were in a hurry,” he said as he kissed her again.

“You make me crazy,” she said. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

He held himself slightly off her and reached with one hand to stroke her face. “I’m glad.”

He moved his hips, retreating for a moment before sliding back into her. She let out a small sigh of pleasure as the tiny tremors of her orgasm subsided.

He thrust in a slow, sensual pattern. Back and forth, taking his time.

She shoved at his chest. “Turn over.”

He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I want on top.”

He grinned and gripped her hips. Then he rolled over in one swift motion, and suddenly she sat atop him, his cock buried in her pussy.

She wanted to make it as good for him as he had for her. Wanted to make him crazy. Make him beg for mercy.

She leaned forward, letting her hair fall over her shoulders as she kissed him. He framed her face and kissed her back. Hungry. Hot. Needy.

Her hips shook against him as she moved. Jake closed his eyes as she pressed her hands into his chest and slid up and down on his cock. He reached for her hips, helping her as she rode him.

She curled her fingertips into the hard muscles of his chest. Slid them down