His chest filled with a strange, hot mix of pride and arousal and embarrassment as her fingers sneaked beneath the edge of his shirt to touch the bare skin of his collarbone. Her eyes looked greedy as she watched her fingertips stroke his skin. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, turning it even pinker and leaving a hint of moisture when she smiled. “I’m not drunk, Jake,” she said, and that was all he needed.
He curved his hand around her neck and carefully drew her closer. “Then I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured just before his mouth touched hers.
She sighed against him, the whisper of her breath teasing his mouth as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. He angled his head and her lips parted just enough so he could feel the heat of her. He tasted her. The briefest taste. Teasing. Her neck arched against his hand as she melted a little closer. One more brief taste then, loving that her tongue touched his as if she couldn’t wait another moment.
But he wanted her to wait. He loved that part, so he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then her neck. Her long, pale, arching neck, which he’d looked at a hundred times tonight, thinking of how soft it would feel.
He opened his mouth against her skin and her breath quickened. When he sucked gently, her voice cracked over a sigh.
“I’ve been staring at your neck all night,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Oh,” she sighed, turning her head a little, even as her hands reached for the buttons of his shirt. She worked a few free and then her hand pressed to his bare chest as he groaned.
He couldn’t quite believe that she wanted to touch him so much. That she thought he was sexy. He was just a forty-six-year-old guy with graying hair and a bad shoulder. But her hand slid along his chest as if she needed to feel him, and when he scraped his teeth against her neck she gasped and her hand rose to grip his hair.
“God, yes,” she said. He wasn’t sure if she pulled him down or he eased her lower on the couch, but he was over her then, kissing her, their mouths pressed hot together, her tongue demanding more, more. Her greedy hands pushed his shirt half off and, God, her touch drove him mad. The way her hands explored, alternately smoothing and clutching at him, as their tongues found a sweet rhythm.
Her knee rose to his hip, and his hand was on her pale thigh again, but this time there was nothing tentative about it. His whole palm was against her, his fingers stretching to hold as much of her as possible. Her muscles moved beneath her skin, tightening as she urged his hips closer.
She moaned as he settled tighter, and he moaned, too, at the feel of her pressed to his cock. Fuck, he hadn’t been this hard this fast in so long he couldn’t remember. He still felt like a damn teenager, but she seemed to approve. Her hips tipped up as if she wanted him inside her already.
Jake pushed her dress higher, reveling in the heat of her raw curves. He told himself to slow down, take his time, make sure this wasn’t a mistake, but it felt like something they’d both been waiting for and had no patience to resist.
When he stroked up her hip for the third time, Lauren reached for him and guided his hand lower. His fingers slipped into her panties. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed when he found her wet heat. Lauren cried out as his fingers brushed her. When he touched her clit again, she threw her head back and pushed against his hand.
Jake braced a hand next to her head and raised himself so he could slide his fingers deeper and watch as her face melted with lust. This was a new Lauren, a Lauren he’d never even imagined, and she was beautiful.
“Jake,” she urged. “God, you feel good. Just...” He stroked her slowly and her hips worked in time with him. “Yes. Just like that.”
He felt slightly stunned by her response. By the harsh catch in her breath and the soft whimpers that urged him on, and the sweet abandon on her face as her nails dug into his wrist. When he pushed two fingers deep into her, Lauren cried out and pressed him even tighter to her. He thought she’d come, but no. When he stroked her again, she was still needy and wild, her clit a tight bud under his fingers.
His wife had been more gentle. Nearly silent. A sweet, easy partner who’d blushed when he’d teased her about sex. But Lauren...Lauren was fighting for her pleasure, back arched and nails digging and every breath a plea for more. He’d give her more.
He lowered himself to kiss her, burying his hand in her hair to hold her still as he dragged her panties down. She kicked them the rest of the way off, and th
en he pushed his fingers into her again. “You’re so fucking wild,” he murmured as she writhed under him.
She kissed him with tongue and teeth and lips as he fucked her with his fingers, her hips meeting every thrust. God, he needed to fuck her. He needed to hear her make those noises for his cock instead of his hand. Needed her pushing up to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper, urging him to do it harder, faster, more.
She seemed to have the same thought. Her hands reached for his belt and scrambled to unbuckle it, but as he freed his fingers, he slid over her clit and Lauren cried out and bucked against his touch.
“Oh, fuck,” she screamed, her hips working, working as she came. Jake gave her what she needed, circling her clit over and over, watching her face as she let go. She was beautiful and wild. He could watch that every day.
She shook beneath him. Her panting breath filled his ears. When she finally opened her eyes, they were dark with shock. “Jake,” she said simply.
His heart thundered. The hand he’d twisted into her hair shook.
“My God,” she sighed. “That was so good.”
Lust and pride swelled inside him, but when he kissed her, he tried to keep it soft and careful. His attempt at calm failed when her knuckles brushed his cock and he hissed in near pain.
Lauren smiled against his mouth. “Not quite as good for you?”
“Oh, it was damn good. I’m completely satisfied.”
Laughing at his lie, she cupped his erection and stroked. Despite the torturous barrier of his jeans, Jake moaned at the pleasure.
“That doesn’t sound like satisfaction. Maybe we should take care of that.”