“Maybe.” Jake didn’t like seeing the hurt on Roni’s face. “If it was within my power I would open the cage myself and let the bird go free, but even if I could, would it be fair to have saved her, just to let her starve to death now? Or let some other predator pick her off?”
“She survived, even though the odds were against her. It’s possible she could fend for herself now.”
He wondered. Was the hawk well enough now to survive on her own? “I’ll talk to the park officials first thing Monday and see what can be done.”
“You would do that?”
He nodded. “It might not help. I’m sure if she could have been set free they would’ve done it. But it can’t hurt to find out more.”
She went up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft and Jake wanted more. He wanted to devour her.
Roni pulled back, her eyes shining bright with emotion. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Jake groaned. “How about I get you back to my place where you can thank me properly?”
She grinned. “Yes, good idea.”
5
“You’re a slob, Dr. Smart.”
Roni took in the messy surroundings. Clothes were strewn everywhere, her dresser was a chaotic mishmash of makeup, spray bottles and…damn, was that a coffee cup? It was a ridiculous mess. Still, she was glad she’d managed to talk him into coming home with her, instead of the other way around. “It’s the way I live, deal with it.”
“I bet you say that to all the guys,” he whispered as he continued removing her clothing.
Oh, God, they were moving too fast and she knew it. He’d already shucked his clothes and now he was helping Roni out of hers. Roni couldn’t seem to put a stop to it. Something about Jake pulled at her. He didn’t treat her like she would break. He pushed and demanded and Roni loved it. She’d never let a man take such control. She’d even begun to suspect she was incapable of letting down her defenses long enough to ever have a normal relationship. She’d discovered pretty quickly that going to Kinks afforded her the luxury of being herself. There were no expectations. She could act on her desires and there were no consequences.
As she stood in her bedroom, allowing Jake to undress her as if she were a small child, Roni discovered a new kind of pleasure. When he removed her bra, leaving a pair of white silk panties covering her from his view, Roni was nearly ready to surrender and let Jake run the show.
As he slid the scrap of silk down her legs, Roni suddenly felt a bout of shyness overcome her. When he didn’t stand back up to take her to the bed, she frowned. “What are you doing?”
On his knees, his face mere inches from her pussy, he stared up at her. “I’m looking.”
Her clit throbbed as she watched him lick his lips. Jake leaned forward and kissed her drenched curls tenderly, forcing her to reach out and clutch his shoulders for support. His talented mouth lingered, licking up and down between her swollen folds. Roni whimpered and dug her fingers into the powerful muscles of his shoulders.
“Oh, God, Jake.” Roni didn’t know what to do. A storm brewed inside her and she needed to control it. To rein it in. As his arms wrapped around her hips and he cuddled her bottom, Roni tried to wriggle free. She ached to open her thighs, to give him better access. But he was too strong and he wasn’t budging.
“Let me play, baby,” he cajoled, his voice rough with passion. “I need to savor this hot little cunt for a bit.”
Who was she to deny the man? As he sank his tongue in, laving at her, Roni’s knees nearly buckled. She would’ve fallen had he not been holding her in his firm embrace. When his talented mouth found her clitoris, the tremors built inside her by slow degrees. Little ripples moved through her, gaining momentum as he sucked at her clit and licked her pussy.
Roni couldn’t take much more of the pleasurable torture. She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled hard enough to gain his attention. His gaze darkened, turned savage, as he pulled back and looked at her. Roni wouldn’t be deterred by his feral expression. “Finger-fuck me, Jake,” she demanded. “Do it now.”
Without warning, Jake released her and stood. She would have fallen on her ass had he not steadied her. When she was about to order him back on his knees, he only slung her around and brought his palm down hard on the sensitive flesh of her ass.
“Ow! That hurt, damn it!”
“Next time we fuck, you can order me to do your bidding,” he gritted out. “This time you’re mine.”
“I told you before I’m a dominatri
x,” she bit out. “I like to be in control.”
He swatted her again on the other cheek. “You got your way when you insisted we come back to your place instead of mine. Now hush and let me play. You’ll get your turn.”
It wasn’t in Roni’s nature to hold her tongue. She’d never been good at it. “I’ll take my turn now.” She tried to turn but his hands gripping her hips were too strong.
“You were doing fine, baby. Why the sudden change?”