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“Jake, I won’t break.” She reached out, grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. He was reluctant, but he took a step toward her. “If that’s all that’s stopping you… Don’t you want me?” she asked looking up at him.

“Fuck, yes I do. You know I do.” And even if he hadn’t said it, his eyes told her everything. His hands cupped her face and she loved how big they were, how gently he drug his calloused thumbs across her cheeks and lips. She parted them and nipped at his thumb.

He sucked in a breath and pinned her against the rail with his body.

“I want you,” she said and slid her hands up under his t-shirt. His low growl vibrated through her and she felt like purring. His skin was hot, smooth and she felt the tension coiled tightly in his muscles. She had been dying to touch him since she saw him without a shirt. She wanted to trace his tattoo with her fingers, with her tongue.

She wanted him. Now. She didn’t care how stupid it was.

He leaned down, his lips and breath tickling her ear. Shivers slid down her spine.

“We can’t here.”

She licked her lips and said something she never had before. “Take me to your room.”

He pulled back and stared down at her. “Are you sure?”

Her panties were drenched, her body on fire with a hunger she had never felt and he took the time to ask her if she was sure. For some reason it seemed totally out of character for him and she couldn’t see him asking a woman that question. “Jake, me and Summer planned on staying the night here. I would rather spend it with you,” she said, then added, “If you want me.”

“If I want you?” His expression was priceless. “Holy hell woman, I wanted you from the moment I saw you standing there asking that other jerk if he was me. How can you even question that?”

“I just couldn’t see you asking a woman if she was sure, since most girls practically throw themselves at you,” she said.

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“You’re right. But—” He blinked a few times. “Fuck, you’re different.” He grabbed her hand and took off at a brisk pace. “Let’s go before one of us screws our head on straight.”

She laughed and was almost running before she jerked him to a stop. “Hold on, let me call Summer.”

“Yeah. Okay.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

She dialed with shaking hands and glanced away from Jake. He looked ready to eat her alive and she loved it.

“Hello, Becca,” Summer answered. Music and laughter blared in the background.

“Where are you, girl? I was getting ready to look for you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m fine. I, uh, I’m going to stay with Jake, okay?”

“What do you mean stay with… Oh, I know! You go for it, chica! Mmm, they are awfully yummy aren’t they? But be careful, okay?”

She was getting really tired of blushing but it seemed like that’s all she did when Jake was around. When she glanced at him, he still had his hands in his pockets but he was wearing that crooked grin, a glint of mischief in his blue-green eyes.

“Yes, yes, I will. You too. Okay, bye.” She clicked off and took a deep breath.

“Ready?” he asked. She nodded and he grabbed her hand.

“I’m staying at the Marriot across from the restaurant,” he said.

“I’m at the Hilton, not too far from yours,” she replied.

They weren’t running, but it wasn’t the leisurely pace they’d set earlier down the boardwalk and they hadn’t said anything else. When they finally reached his hotel, his grip tightened.

Nerves ate away at her earlier resolve. What was she doing, going to a hotel room with a guy she met online? But every time she would get ready to say something, he would look at her with hunger in his eyes. And every time, her breath would catch and her heart would skip a beat.

They entered the Marriot elevators alone and he immediately pressed her against the wall. He didn’t kiss her like she expected, just held her there, his hands pinning both of hers, his gaze locked on her. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. Every one of her senses sprang to life. The sound of the pings of each floor they passed seemed to slow. The cold metal against her back only intensified the heat rolling off his body. His scent enveloped her and she wanted to crawl under his skin.

Her mouth was dry, her palms sweaty and an ache settled low between her legs.

Her breasts swelled and every nerve ending tingled with anticipation. When the doors finally opened, he stepped back and she tried not to stumble out. The hall seemed never-ending and by the time he stopped at his door, she was shaking. In one solid move, he opened it, pulled her in and had her pinned against the door, just like in the elevator.

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This time he slid her arms up over her head and held her there, just staring at her.

Hot arousal trickled between her thighs. Her heart raced and her breath was trapped in her throat.

“Jake,” she whispered, and sawed her legs back and forth, anything to ease the throb in her clit.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he muttered.

“Hell.” Frustration welled inside her. She was tired of being the little girl everybody had to protect. And even if his motives were admirable, she wanted his body. Not his honor. When a tremor ran through his arm, she jerked one of her hands loose. Grabbing his shirt, she hauled him in closer and licked his neck—mainly because that was all she could reach with one hand pinned.

Before she could do anything else, his mouth was hard on hers, his hands cupping her ass and sliding her up the door. Nothing gentle about it. She moaned in triumph and curled her body around his, her legs about his waist, her hands clinging to his neck.

The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core and she broke the kiss, arching her head back and bowing her body closer to his.

“Oh, yes,” she mumbled.

His mouth, teeth, tongue slid down her neck and latched onto one nipple through the fabric of her tank top. His hips did this incredible grind against her pussy and she swore she could come any moment.

“I want skin. Now,” he said and dropped her to her feet.

In a tangle of arms and clothes, it was only moments before they were both completely naked. And they both stopped.

He was undeniably the most gorgeous male she had ever seen. The curtains in the room were open and light spilled in, spotlighting him. Wide shoulders narrowed to slim hips and his erection stood out proudly before him. Large, intimidating and…she wondered if she could take him all in. But she sure as hell was going to give it a try.

“Damn, Becca. You’re beautiful.” The awe in his voice speared her, but the shadows kept her from seeing his face clearly. She stepped in closer and looked up at him. Bolder than she had ever been in her life, she curled her hand around his cock. It was smooth, hard and pulsed in her hand.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered as his hips jerked toward her.

She smiled at his reaction. Watching the muscles in his body twitch, knowing she was the cause of it, gave her a sense of power she had never experienced. So many firsts this night and she wasn’t done yet. Tightening her grip, her hand slid down the length of him.

“Christ, woman.” His arms encircled her, pulling her up tight against him, then turned, making her take a step back. He released her so she fell onto the bed. “That’s better,” he said. She heard, rather than saw, the grin in his voice.

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Before she could take another breath his mouth was on her stomach, his hands parting her thighs, his thumbs stroking between her parted pussy lips.

“Oh, God,” she cried. Any moment now she would combust into flames. He knew just how to touch her, firm and demanding but never hurting her. He alternated between licks and bites over her stomach and on her inner thighs. When his hands pushed her legs wide apart with her feet dangling off the bed, she felt vulnerable.

Especially since she faced the window where the light exposed all of her.

“Such a pretty sight. So wet and ready for me. Are you ready for me, Becca?”

“Yes,” she murmured. He drug her back so her hips were at the very edge of the bed.

“Perfect,” he said and then his mouth and tongue were on her.

“Ahh.” She came apart, electric sensations sliding through her body as she ground her hips against his mouth. He licked and nibbled her through the biggest orgasm of her life, but he wasn’t finished. His hands cupped both her breasts and she looked down. His eyes stared up her body, his tongue buried deep in her, his fingers pulling on her nipples and she arched back when his teeth scraped over her clit.

“Oh, please. Please,” she begged.

“Please what?” Jake asked, his breath ragged against her thigh.

“Fuck me. Please.” She would say anything if he would just take her. When he moved away from her, he took all his heat with him and she whimpered at the loss.

Vaguely she heard the tear of a package.

Then he was over her and she arched against him. Wanting him so bad it hurt. But when he slid in, it was slow. She muttered in frustration and tried to pull him closer, deeper.

“Hell, you are so fucking tight.”

“Please. Now,” she cried.

“Becca, slow down—”

“I don’t want slow.” Her eyes flew open and she stared at him. “Fuck me, Jake.”

He growled low and drove in hard, no longer slow or hesitant.

“Yes!” she screamed and closed her eyes tight.

He stretched her to her limits, part pain and pleasure, but she didn’t care. His fingers dug into her hips as he moved relentlessly in and out, holding her still so all she could do was feel. Oh, Lord, could she feel. Every stroke, every ridge and when she opened her eyes, the strain on his face pushed her right over the edge.

“Jake!”

“Oh, hell, Bec,” he ground out.

He pulsed hard inside her and she wrapped her arms about his neck, pulling him down against her. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, his dark head on her chest with his labored breaths rushing out over her nipple. She gripped his incredibly 54

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soft hair in her hands as spasm after spasm quivered through her body. It was the first time in a long time she felt safe.

When he finally moved to get rid of the condom, she reluctantly let him go.

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After returning from the bathroom, Jake stared down at her small frame lying on the bed, her big eyes looking up at him. He clenched a fist and glanced away.

“Jake, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I…” His words trailed off as she sat up in the bed, holding the sheet up under her arms, her blonde hair disheveled and sexy. It made him want to take her again. Hard and fast. But he had been so rough with her earlier and his gut twisted at the thought of hurting her. Somehow she had broken his control. “I hurt you. I should have been gentle—”

“I didn’t want gentle,” she said. An alluring smile curved her full lips and his cock twitched in response. Already. She let the sheet drop and crawled toward him on the bed. To hell with twitching, he hardened immediately at the erotic sight.

“But—” he said as her gaze focused on his hard-on, making his balls ache.

“But nothing. I may be small, but I won’t break.” Her face was level with his dick as she moved closer.

Her teeth tugged at her lower lip like she was hesitant, but then her hand encircled him and stroked down his length. He groaned, the feel of her small hands holding him sending him into bliss. He looked down in time to see her tongue lick at the tip and he jerked, feeling it all the way to the base of his spine. Holding back the desire to ram his cock into her mouth, he let her take the lead. Clenching both hands, he forced himself to maintain control.

It was damn hard when her mouth wrapped around the head, her tongue following and spiraling around him. He looked up at the ceiling because watching her, kneeling on the bed, her mouth on him, her hair brushing against his balls, was just about his undoing.

“Fuck, Becca,” he muttered as she sucked him in deeper, her hand around the base of his cock. He couldn’t stop the move of his hips when she moaned and it vibrated around him. Fisting his hands in her hair, he groaned as she moved faster, sliding him in and out. Quicker than ever, he was on the edge of exploding in her mouth and he yanked back.

She sat on her heels and looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. He captured her face, pulled her up to her knees and kissed her. He loved how she responded to him, her lips parting, her tongue sliding along his. He shoved his knee between her legs and she parted them so her sex rubbed erotically on his thigh. They way she gave herself to him touched something deep within him.

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She arched her head back, breaking the kiss with a moan. “Jake,” she whispered as her nails dug into his arms.

His name on her lips had been his weakness, in chat and over the phone. Now it owned more impact, hitting him hard, forcing all the air from his lungs. Making him want to mark her as his.

He shoved her onto her back and licked the inside of her thigh right next to her pussy. Her hips bucked against him and she cried out when he nipped then suckled the same area of flesh he’d licked. Gripping her thigh, he held her there, the urge to leave some mark on her overwhelming. She writhed under him, panting and begging. He slid two fingers inside her slit, so slippery and wet. Releasing her leg, he slid up, hovering over her and watching while she ground against his fingers.

“Becca, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, glazed and so damn sexy it made his dick hurt.

“Oh, God, I’m coming,” she cried as she clutched at his arms, her fingernails leaving small half circles in his skin while her pussy convulsed around his fingers.

He swallowed hard while she shivered and her lips formed a perfect “o”. He had never seen anything anymore beautiful in his life. His heart thumping hard in his chest, he leaned down and kissed her lightly. Her little moans of pleasure bounced around in his head.

She shoved him to his back, straddled him, and he let her. Hell, he would let her do anything to him at this point. He didn’t usually like a woman to take control. But she was different, just like he’d said. He didn’t know why. Fuck if he knew what was wrong with him.