Undercover Attraction (5 page)

She was shaking her head vehemently at
something her sister whispered to her. Amy leaned forward to speak
over Jenna to him.

“Jenna wants a lap dance but is too
chicken-shit to ask.”

“Amy!” Jenna cried, covering her flaming
face with one hand.

He smiled to himself. He had known that he
would have had to instigate getting her alone, but her sister was
absolutely a saint, and he wasn’t about to miss his chance.

“I thought she would never ask.” He heard
her groan as she lifted her glass and downed the rest of her rather
stout drink, handing the empty glass to her sister.

Jacob
pulled her to her feet, smiling at the expression on her face that
said she just wanted to die. He almost laughed as she mouthed
'You're so gonna die' to her sister and friends as he led her away.
She followed him reluctantly, her mouth dropping open when she
stepped into the private rooms that served the purpose of
seduction.

There was a lush blue love seat along one
wall with plump matching pillows piled on it. Across the tiny room
was a small table that held an iPod dock. Thick, lush carpet
covered the floor, swirling in patterns of brilliant green and
blue. The doorway was covered with a thick curtain of blues and
greens that made her head feel as if it were swimming in a sea of
sensuality. Jenna thought that it looked like a porn star’s
playhouse, if ever one existed.

And with this man so close to her, she
definitely felt like a porn star. She didn’t know if it was the
alcohol making her want to molest this man, or if the attraction
was due to her too lengthy celibacy. Either way, her fingers curled
with the desire to caress his smooth tanned flesh, to see if all
those muscles were as hard as they looked.

Jacob pulled her into the room then pushed
her down to the couch and walked over to the iPod. He had no idea
what type of music she liked, but he hoped it wouldn’t matter much
once he was able to touch her. He chose a remix of "Slow Motion",
mainly because it was seductive and long, then a shuffle of various
songs on the playlist. He wanted as much time alone with her as he
could get.

The music started, and Jenna was terrified,
but her imbibed blood also made her heart beat quickly due to
excitement. She felt as if she were doing something very, very
naughty, and almost laughed aloud at the thought of innocent Jenna
being a bad girl. He came closer to her, smirking when she pulled a
pillow to her chest in a defensive manner.

He pulled it from her grasp and dropped it
to the floor. “I’m not going to do anything you won’t like.” His
hands skimmed up her arms, making goose bumps pop out, causing
sensitive nerve endings to dance a wildly erotic motion.

She took a deep breath, her bright green
eyes meeting his smoldering grey ones. “That is what I am afraid
of. You really don’t have to do this.”

“But I do. If I don’t, then I will always
regret letting you walk away from me.” He bent his head to hers,
stopping barely a millimeter from her lips. “And you’ll regret not
sating your curiosity.” He brushed his lips against hers, lightly,
so that it barely happened, but he heard her soft moan.

His breath caught in his throat at that
husky moan, his cock swelled even further than he ever thought
possible. He had to have her. Like he had told her moments ago, he
really would regret letting her walk away, and he was a man of
actions, not one to sit and let Fate have her way with his
life.

He began to move his body slowly, rubbing up
against her in small brushes that ignited a trail straight to her
throbbing core. Jenna knew she could die happy right then, even
though she was somewhat embarrassed to have this dark, sexy man
gyrating on her.

Jacob was terrified to take his pants off.
He had control in spades, but Jenna was quickly evaporating any
left within him. He watched as she slowly licked her lips, and
unfortunately, his vivid imagination pictured her tongue wrapping
around his dick.

Her hands were clenching and unclenching in
the pillows, and he knew she was trying to hold herself back from
touching him. But he wanted her to touch him more than he wanted to
breathe. He stepped closer to her, placing one knee on either side
of her thighs and pulled her hands to his chest.

Jenna thought she was going to burst into
flames any second. He was so hot. His skin was burning, or rather,
burning her. He bent his head to her neck, swirling his tongue
under her ear.

“Touch me. However you want to.” His voice
was thick, husky, his breath caressing her neck, sending delicious
tingles along her spine.

She rubbed her fingertips along the thick
muscles of his chest, tracing every dip, feeling his muscles spasm
wherever she touched.

“God, Jenna, you’re going to kill me,” his
voice rasped in her ear.

"I'm sorry." She jerked her hands away
quickly, clearly mistaking his admission.

Jacob simply pulled her hands back to his
chest. "Don’t stop. Your touch is making me crazy." His voice was
heavy with desire, heady, rasping out over her collarbone.

Her fingertips resumed their exploration of
his body, gently tracing his hard male curves before following the
light dusting of dark hair below his naval.

Jacob thought he would burst into
flames.

"I want to taste you," Jacob muttered
against her throat.

"Then kiss me.”
What?
Did she really
say that? He leaned up, and looked her in the eye.

“I don’t think I can stop with just a kiss,
baby. Not with you.”

“Then don’t stop.”
You're gonna embarrass
yourself,
she thought to herself. Then again, she really wanted
this man to touch her.

He thought no words had ever been sweeter.
He took her lips as if he was starving for her. Coaxing her to open
for him, setting a fire in her blood.

Jenna felt his tongue slide against her
lips, and she parted her lips for him. His tongue took hers in a
heated battle, his arms pulling her closer, crushing her against
the hard planes of his body as his hands threaded into her
hair.

He held her still for the assault on her
senses. She tasted so sweet to him. Like sparkling oceans, fiery
sunsets, and clear blue skies. Innocent, a fresh clean breeze,
addictive. She moaned against his mouth, that small sound shooting
stars straight to his cock, causing it to jerk against her
abdomen.

Jacob thought he would die happy if
lightning struck him then and there.

He kissed a path down her jaw, ignoring her
mew of protest when he pulled his lips from hers. Jenna wanted
more. Much more. Her blood was boiling with the need to fuck. And
she couldn’t control her own body any longer.

His mouth traced her collar bone, going
lower, kissing and licking her breasts above her shirt. Her head
fell back against the sofa, giving him access to whatever he
wanted.

But he teased her first. His tongue ran
along the top of the shirt, his teeth scraping deliciously against
her sensitized skin, and he went no further. Her nipples were
standing at attention, begging for him to touch, to taste, but he
didn’t.

He looked at her, her lids lowered, her eyes
shining a deeper green than he could ever explain. “Do you want
more?” His voice rolled over her, caressed her skin where he had
yet to touch.

“Yes. Don’t stop now.” She didn’t recognize
her own voice, that husky, barely there whisper.

She watched his hands as he slowly slid her
top down, not bothering to unhook the tiny catches, exposing the
sexy black bra.

Jacob groaned as his eyes turned almost
black. “That bra is going to kill me.” He could faintly see the
outlines of her nipples through the lace, and he couldn’t wait to
taste them.

He filled his hands with her breasts, the
nipples pushing into his palms like little pebbles. His calloused
hands rasped her through the lace, causing Jenna to catch her
breath.

He bent his head forward slowly, savoring
every hitch in her breath as she watched him. He rubbed his mouth
across her tightened nipples, her hands coming up to hold his head
to her. He slowly covered one with his mouth, laving it through the
lace, feeling her squirm against him.

His mouth on her nipple, sent little sparks
through her body. He bit down gently, scraping his teeth against
the hardened bud as his fingers pinched the other one.

She cried out with the pleasure, her fingers
tightening in his hair. Her back arched of its own volition,
pressing her breasts closer to him. He released her nipple,
pressing his face into the valley between them.

“You smell so good.” His voice was muffled
by her bounty, but his breath sent chills down her spine.

He slowly licked the valley there, sliding
his tongue through, then along the top of her bra to the other
nipple. He scraped there also, his teeth working the swollen bud
into a frenzy of sensation.

Her head fell back, and she groaned at the
tightening in her belly. Jacob lifted his head, nibbling a path to
her throat, then stopping to kiss her deeply.

“I want more,” he whispered against her
mouth.

“Me too,” Jenna panted.

Her hands stroked down his body until she
felt the zipper on his pants. His cock strained against the taut
fabric, demanding release.

Jacob dropped his head to her neck, praying
for control. Her fingers were working his zipper down so slowly, he
thought he was going to come just from the feel of it.

Finally, she had it opened, and pulled them
down to his thighs. She reached around to his tight bare cheeks,
and lightly scraped her nails down them.

He closed his eyes in bliss, his breath
coming in short bursts against her neck.

Jenna slid her fingers along the band of the
tiny scrap of fabric, slowly letting one dip below to caress his
skin. She hooked her thumbs at each hip, and pulled them down to
his pants.

Then her mouth fell open. He was a gorgeous
male in all places. His cock was bare, along with his sac, lending
the impression of silky smooth skin just waiting to be touched. He
was rather impressive, his cock jutting straight up, beckoning to
her. She heeded the call, wrapping one hand around the base and the
other slowly caressing the satiny head.

Jacob wasn’t going to make it. He had never
felt so hot, like he was going to burst into flames from the
sensation of her fingers around him. He clenched his teeth against
the urge to thrust into her soft hands, but thankfully she did it
for him.

Her hand slowly worked its way down,
surrounding him with a semi-tight fist. She tightened her fingers
around the base as her hands met, then slid one lower to cup his
balls. He almost screamed in pleasure.

Jenna could feel his control slipping. Each
time she moved her hands, his muscles clenched, his breath
exploding against her neck.

She lightly scraped her nails along the
underside of his sack, and he groaned into her neck.

Jacob’s hands came up to fist in her hair,
pulling her mouth to his. He pushed his tongue past her lips, and
she sucked it, swirling the tip of hers around the tip of his while
simultaneously mocking the action with her hands on his engorged
cock.

He said her name against her mouth then took
her lips with every bit of passion he had left. Jenna moaned,
tightening her hand around him, pumping up and down in slow teasing
strokes.

Jacob pulled away for air, and Jenna saw her
opportunity. She pulled him down onto the couch, pushing his back
against the pillows, giving herself full access to his body.

She ran her hands along his chest, her thigh
pressing intimately against him every time she moved. Her sharp
nails flicked his nipples, sending a direct bolt of lightning to
his dick. She licked them, her wet tongue raising his temperature a
few more degrees.

Her head slowly made its way down his body,
licking and nibbling on the hard planes she found enticing.

Jacob knew he was going to die if she put
her mouth on him.

She licked the crevice where his thigh met
his hips, leaving a path of fire in her wake. Her mouth rose above
his cock, and it jumped when her breath hit it.

He knew he could get off just from her
breathing on it.

He watched her head lower, almost to his
ruddy tip. His hand snaked down to her hair, meaning to pull her up
so he could tell her she didn’t have to do this.

Instead, his fingers brushed her cheek. She
turned her head, capturing his index finger in her mouth. Her
tongue brushed the tip, as she sucked it deeper into her mouth,
teeth gently scraping.

He groaned. If she did this to him, he would
gladly become her slave. Her hair slid softly against his sensitive
flesh, caressing the one place he craved her to kiss.

Jenna released his finger slowly, sliding
her tongue around it one last time, a promise of what she could
give him.

She watched his breath become shallow as she
gripped his cock, aiming it for her mouth. Every muscle in his body
was tense, waiting. She lowered her head, blowing a breath across
the tip, watching as a bead of moisture gathered there.

Someone knocked on the wall. “You’re up
next.”

“Shit,” Jacob groaned. “I’m coming,
Drake.”

He slowly pulled Jenna’s head up and away
from him, despite his body’s cries.

Jenna sat next to him on the couch, and he
reached over to right her top. She looked a little dazed, her eyes
dark and heated with passion, her hair a mess.

He thought she was beautiful.

“So how are we going to finish this?” The
words rushed past her lips, despite the fact that she had told
herself mentally to shut up.

Jacob took a few deep breaths to clear his
head, then slowly stood and began tucking himself gently back into
his clothing.