Page 40 of Score to Settle (Oakwood Ranch #1)

TWENTY-NINE

JAKE

The need to have Harper right here, right now consumes me.

She slips her tongue into my mouth and our kiss intensifies with the longing I’ve felt since the night we shared the hotel room together.

Before that, even. I can’t remember a time when Harper wasn’t in my head, taking over my every thought.

I’m torn, pulled apart by how much I want to rip her silk shorts from her body and slide the entire length of my dick straight into her hot pussy until she’s screaming for more just like she did the other night.

But there’s another part of me that wants to take this slow again, to savor every touch and kiss and feeling.

Her hands slide under my tee and around the waistband of my shorts.

My dick is straining to be unleashed but I pull my lips away from hers and stare at her, eyes tracking over her beautiful face.

Her gaze is heavy-lidded, filled with desire as I carry her to the bed, laying her down on the covers and standing over her so she’s looking up at me.

“I want you so bad it hurts.” My voice is half growl, half whisper.

A slow smile spreads over her face. “Jake Sullivan, I’ve fantasized about being in your bed ever since I left the other morning.”

“Just since then?” I tease.

She huffs a laugh. “Fine. I’ve fantasized about being with you for ten years. So don’t you dare cut this short.”

“No intention of that, sweetheart.” I move onto the bed and kneel over her, allowing a hand to trail over her toned stomach, loving the way she shivers at my touch. “You’ve fantasized about this moment? Tell me what you imagined me doing.”

Her smile turns coy. “There was a lot of kissing.”

I lean close, brushing my lips against the side of her neck. “Here?”

“Yes.” She makes a noise in her throat as I trace my lips to her collarbone.

“Here?”

“Yes,” she says and this time her voice is a breathy whisper.

I hook my finger under the strap of her camisole and slide it down over her shoulder. Desire burns in me at the sight of her exposed breast, nipple hard and wanting. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”

Before she can answer, I pull the other strap from her shoulder so I have a full view of both of her perfect breasts and dip my head to run my tongue over one nipple. She groans in pleasure and the sound makes my dick twitch.

“Did you imagine me kissing you here?” I ask, my tongue circling the tight bud of nerves.

She gasps. “Yes.”

I move to the other nipple, enjoying the tremble of her body beneath me.

She reaches up, pulling at my tee. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I grin. “So are you.” With both hands, I slide the silk of her camisole down her body, taking the cute little shorts with them and throwing them to the floor. I stand back, admiring every curve of her naked body on my bed.

“Jake,” she pleads and the sound of my name on her lips is all the encouragement I need.

I pull off my tee and slide out of my shorts.

My dick springs out, thick and hard and jerking at the sight of Harper’s eyes on it.

I position myself between her legs, nudging her knees apart as I kiss her breasts, my hands exploring her body.

As my fingers trail over her clit, she arches into me, hungry for more, and I oblige, sliding a finger inside her.

I let my teeth graze her nipple before I say, “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Hell yes,” she groans as my fingers return to circling her clit.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur, looking up to meet her heated gaze.

“I want you inside me,” she pleads.

I grin, my dick aching for the same. I’m still on my knees as I grab a condom.

Then in one move, I slide my arm beneath her, flipping her over, pulling her toward me so her ass is pressed up against me.

She gasps as I slide into her from behind, feeling the exquisite heat of her all around me.

My hand trails down her spine, tracing the curve of her body as I begin to move.

Every thrust feels deeper than the last, causing a fire to build in my groin.

Harper gasps my name and damn it sounds good.

My hand glides over the curve of her ass, squeezing, loving the way her body responds to me.

My other hand moves to her breast, teasing her nipple between my fingers, tugging just enough to draw another moan from her lips.

I lose myself to the feeling of each thrust until I feel the heat of her body closing around my length.

She’s panting, her body trembling. She’s close.

I slide my hand lower, my fingers finding her center.

I circle my fingers slowly at first, building her up, before quickening my movements, matching the rhythm of my hips as I thrust deeper and harder.

“Jake,” she cries, her voice breaking as her orgasm builds and her body shakes. She’s so close now.

I keep my pace steady, the pressure in my body coiling tighter with every second. I’m on the edge, but I hold back, needing to feel her come apart. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Let me hear you.”

Her cries grow louder, her body tensing as the orgasm takes hold of her. Her pussy clamps so hard around my dick, I’m forced to slow down, easing in and out as she rides her wave. The sound of her lost in pleasure because of what I’m doing to her sends a surge of primal satisfaction through me.

In that second, I’m certain of two things. The sound of Harper’s cries is the best sound I’ve ever heard—and I want to spend the rest of my life making her scream like this.