A muscle in his jaw jumped. He leaned down and kissed her, hard. As if branding her with his lips. The kiss was urgent and filled with heat. It seared her clear to her soul.
Jake pulled back, his dark hair tousled, his breathing labored. “You won’t regret a second you spend with me. I’m going to make you scream, baby.” He placed one knee on the bed and moved over the top of her.
When he braced himself on his elbows on either side of her head and delivered little butterfly kisses over her cheeks, Roni blurted out the first words that came to mind. “I think I already regret it.”
Jake stopped and pulled back. “What did you say?”
Too late, the words were out, there was no taking them back. “I figure I must need my head examined for being here with you. We don’t even know each other, Jake. I’ve never had sex on a first date. Ever.” It mattered little to her libido, but her head rebelled at this newest stunt.
Jake touched her chin with his index finger. “We may not know each other very well, but there’s no way I’ll regret this night. I don’t sleep around any more than you do, but wild horses couldn’t drag my ass away from you right now.”
There wasn’t a chance for her to reply or even think about his statement as he stood up and wrapped a fist around his cock. He slowly moved his hand up and down, drawing a pearl of moisture to the tip. The man was pure sin. A powerful, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, stunningly bare slice of delicious sin. His cock jutted out, swollen and pulsing, and Roni’s mouth watered.
“Touch me.”
He was back in command mode, Roni realized. It was in the harsh tone of his voice and his compelling, watchful gaze. Still as a statue, Jake dropped his hands to his sides and waited. It was her move. He clenched and unclenched his fists, the only sign of his agitation. This was a test. Roni suspected Jake was unsure if she would do as told or balk at the notion of submitting to his dominance. Jake liked pushing her past her comfort zone. She understood that now. It aroused her like nothing else. Roni wanted to surrender to him. Had she waited her entire life to find a man strong enough to master her? Maybe. Either way, she was here now and she’d make it good. Who knew what tomorrow might bring?
She rolled to her side and lifted on her elbow before reaching a hand out and touching his stomach. She ached to learn every muscled inch of his body. The ripped abs, the dark sprinkling of hair across
his hard chest. Her palm flattened out as she massaged over his bulging muscles and wide ribcage. Her fingers sifted through the springy curls as she touched his left pectoral. Her pussy grew damp, as she imagined sitting on his face while he tongued her.
Jake grabbed her wrist, his blue-green eyes capturing her gaze while he pushed her hand downward.
“You know what I want. Take my cock in your hand.”
Testing the waters, Roni held back. “And what if I don’t?”
His eyes narrowed and a muscle jumped in his rigid jaw. “Do you like to push me? Does it turn you on to see me lose control, princess?”
“Yes.”
One side of his mouth kicked up. “You’re a naughty girl.”
He released her hand and took a step back, putting a measure of distance between them. “Stand up, then get on all fours in front of me.”
Orders? He expected her to obey? Sex games weren’t new to her, but usually she did the ordering and the men did the begging.
“You need to know how this works. I never repeat myself, Roni.”
Jake’s gruff voice traveled along her nerve endings like a forbidden caress. The dark expression made her a little afraid and a lot turned on. As she got up and started to do as he commanded, she was stunned to see him moving to the far corner of the room. He bent and she became pleasantly distracted by his sexy ass. When he turned and started back toward her, Roni noticed his leather belt dangling from his fingers. Her heart sped up and she shook her head. “No way.”
Inches away now, Jake angled his head and murmured, “I’m not going to whip you, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you. Maybe you could give me at least a kernel of trust?”
She fidgeted and asked, “Then what are you planning?”
His nostrils flared and his eyes seared her from head to toe, her body coming to glorious life everywhere his gaze touched. “Pleasure,” he growled. “Bend over the bed.”
Oh God. Could she, of her own volition, accept whatever he had up his sleeve?
For an instant, Jake’s implacable mask slipped. “Let me have you.”
Roni’s mouth went dry and her throat felt tight. Nervous and even a little scared, she turned around and bent at the waist, her bottom facing Jake. A few seconds went by and she was beginning to lose her nerve when she felt the slide of the leather along her cleft. Her pussy creamed as Jake stroked the belt between her swollen folds.
He bent over her body as he slid the warm leather back and forth. “Mmm, my hot little pussy,” he whispered into her ear. “So in need of fucking.”
“Please, this is torture, Jake.”
“Will you get down on your knees now, sweet?”