“My arms are starting to ache, Jake.”
Jake pulled out of her slick sheath and stood. “Stay still, I’m just going to clean up.”
He went to the adjoining bathroom to discard the condom. When he came back, Roni had already managed to free her wrists. He watched her remove the blindfold and sit up. “I thought you were told to stay still,” he murmured as he walked toward her.
“I don’t do orders well.”
He rolled his eyes. “No kidding.” As he reached her, she tried to get up, but he was quicker. Within seconds he had her cradled in his arms. “Shower,” he explained when she glared at him.
“I’m capable of walking on my own.”
“And I’m capable of spanking your cute little ass.”
When he entered the bathroom, he placed her on the counter and moved to turn on the water. After he had the temperature just right he moved back to her. She was frowning at him, her arms crossed over her perky breasts.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re staying the night?”
He arched a brow. “Did you think I’d fuck you and leave?”
She looked down at the floor. “Well, no, but…”
Jake had a feeling Roni wasn’t much into sleepovers. Why she kept herself at arm’s length with men was a mystery. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would let her kick him out now though. He placed his fist beneath her chin and gently forced her to look at him. “I don’t do one nighters, Roni. I intend to wake up with you all snuggled against me. I’ll make you breakfast in bed. Then maybe if you’re a good little princess I’ll show you how good a masseur I am.”
Her frown disappeared. “Breakfast and a massage both?”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Yeah, baby, both.”
“I want an omelet or it’s no deal.”
He winked and helped her down off the counter. “Omelets are my specialty.”
“Then we have a deal,” she said, as she stepped into the shower. When he moved in behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to pull her against him, his semi-erect cock pressed against the top of her ass. Damn, he loved her ass. He could so easily imagine fucking the tight passage. And he wouldn’t use a fucking condom either. They’d be skin to skin. Christ he was getting hard again.
“Jake?”
“Hmm?”
“Tomorrow night,” she said softly, “it’s going to be my turn.”
Jesus, he’d never live through it.
7
Roni couldn’t take her eyes off Jake as he slid his jeans slowly down his muscled thighs and calves. She watched him bend and pull them off, then shove them aside. He hadn’t bothered with underwear or a shirt. Now he stood in her kitchen without a stitch of clothing on and Roni suddenly had a craving for male flesh.
“Time for breakfast, sweetheart.”
He’d stayed true to his promise of the night before. Roni had slept like the dead snuggled up against Jake. When she’d managed to pry her eyes open it’d been to the sight of Jake setting a tray of food on her nightstand. The omelet had tasted heavenly. The massage afterward had been even better.
She’d only left the bed because she’d wanted to make a pot of coffee, but he’d effectively changed her mind when he’d lifted her to the counter and started to peel the camisole and pajama pants from her body. He’d kissed each patch of skin he exposed until she was completely nude. Now, as she stared at his hard, pulsing cock, Roni couldn’t seem to string enough words together to form a sentence. A drop of pre-come appeared at the tip and she caught herself anticipating his salty flavor. She licked her lips.
“Spread those pretty thighs so I can eat.”
Roni didn’t take her gaze from his erection. “You said I’d get a turn to be in control.”
Jake placed both palms beside her body on the counter. He lowered his head and kissed her pussy. “You don’t want my tongue here, baby?”