Page 54 of She Doesn't Have a Clue
“I don’t know what you—” she started to say, but her bra was unhooked and on the floor before she could finish the sentence, and the rest of the thought evaporated as Jake lowered his head, fixing his mouth on her nipple. “Oh mygod.”
“That’s more like it,” Jake said, his lips stretching in a smile against her skin.
Kate could only put her hands on his shoulders and hold on as he ran his tongue from one tip to the other, bringing up one hand to cup the weight of one breast as he sucked on the other. It was a shock, the erotic intimacy, as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.
“I knew you’d have the most incredible breasts,” he said, running his nose against the sensitive flesh there. “You’re always wearing cardigans and sweaters, but I knew. I could tell they’d have weight.”
Kate sighed, cradling his head and tipping her own back. Her leggings were already feeling too restrictive, too abrasive, chafing against sensitive thighs as he eased her back on the narrow mattress. He hovered over her, arms braced on either side.
“Kate, love, you deserve a four-poster king. Soft pillows and cool silk sheets. You’re absolutely incredible. Smart, funny, sexy as hell.”
She reached up for his shoulders, her voice surprisingly thick. “I’d rather be on a twin bed in a haunted attic with you than on a four-poster bed with anyone else.”
Jake’s only response was a groan as he lowered his head to kiss her, no longer slow and gentle but rough and urgent, the pressure of his body over hers pushing her down into the mattress. Kate gasped as his chest pressed against her, the skin-to-skin contact so intimate she nearly came right then and there. His tongue swept against hers as she ran her hands up his back, teasing every bunch and stretch of his muscles there, hernails scratching over the lines of scars. Jake hissed in a breath and she stopped, frowning.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, curling her fingers into fists to keep from the temptation of touching him again.
“The opposite,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth and down her jaw. “I’m just not used to it.”
Kate wanted to ask if anyone else had touched them, if other women—of course there had been other women, this wasJake Hawkins, after all—if other women had run their fingernails over them. If they’d held a small piece of their heart for Jake and the pain of his past like she did. No matter how hard she’d tried to cut that piece of her heart out.
“I don’t have to touch them, if it bothers you,” she said, sighing as his lips found her nipple again. Her back arched of its volition, pressing her breast into his mouth. “I know you don’t like talking about it.”
He raised his head slightly before running his tongue along the soft flesh under her breast. “If you’re able to talk, I’m not doing my job well enough.”
“Oh, I think you’re doing… you’re doing… swell,” she said, sighing again as he moved down her stomach. “This is just… what my brain does.”
“Swell,” Jake said, chuckling against her stomach, planting a kiss just above her belly button. “You really are a treasure.”
“Do you ever miss it?” Kate asked, tangling her fingers into his hair.
“Surfing?” He paused over her hips, running his fingers up her sides and back down, making her shiver. “Sometimes, but not often. I’ll always love the ocean, but she’s not the kind and gentle mistress people think she is when they’re watching from the beach.”
“That I believe,” Kate said, remembering the swell and crash of the waves when they arrived. She closed her eyes and tilted her neck back as Jake’s fingers swept just under the waistband of her leggings, raising goose bumps all along her legs. “Still, I always imagined you might take me out one day and show me how. To surf.”
Jake’s hands paused on her hips, just over the stretchy fabric of her leggings, and after a moment she opened her eyes to look at him. Ohgreat, she’d fucked it up again, talking about a commitment beyond here and now. Jake didn’t do commitments.
“For the books, I mean,” she said hastily. “You know how I like to do my research before I write. Not today, though. Today is for… other things.”
“Right,” Jake said, his gaze shuttering as it moved down her body, growing hot again. “Other things like these leggings being somewhere else.”
“Oh,” she said, words rapidly failing her at the look in his eyes.
“Lift your hips,” Jake said, his voice suddenly gruff.
She pressed up obediently as he hooked his fingers in the waistband, sliding her leggings and her underwear down her thighs, slow and sensual. It had been a good while since she’d made any attempts at personal grooming, but luckily she’d made a trip to her aesthetician before the weekend. That painful waxing was paying off as Jake freed her feet and tossed the leggings aside, swallowing loudly as he gently opened her legs.
“Oh, that’s not… You don’t…”
Jake met her gaze, holding her knees in place, his touch still gentle. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, Kate. But I’d like to taste you.”
Oh god, how could she refusethat? She nodded wordlessly, letting her head fall back. Her legs shook, her breath came in short pants, and her heart hammered away in her chest. No one had been between her legs in years—not even Spencer, not that she could conjure up his particular name at the moment. But she’d never really enjoyed oral sex, had only come twice when Spencer had tried it, and had eventually asked him not to do it. She had assumed it just wasn’t for her, that she worked differently.
But the first lazy, mischievous swipe of Jake’s tongue nearly sent her off the mattress. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit and it shot straight up her spinal cord and lit up all the pleasure centers of her brain, making her gasp. He kissed her softly, sucking slightly, and her fingers buried themselves in his curls.
“Did you like that?” he asked, the smile in his tone.
“Like is… an understatement,” Kate panted.