Jake by Rian Kelley Page B

match I would bet on.”
                  She had thought the same earlier, that she was due for a healthy relationship, that after two bad bites, she had hit on a good apple.
                  “Maybe,” she conceded.
                  “Come on.” He started them walking again and reached into his jog pocket for the truck key. “What do you feel like? Surf or turf?”
                  He pressed the key and the truck lights flashed, then he pulled open the passenger door for her.
                  “Surf,” she said. “Callahan’s is close by. Ever been?”
                  “Once or twice. They have a great seas bass in garlic and clove.”
                  She smiled. “I love it, too.”
                  “So it’s Callahan’s,” he agreed and bent over her, sealing the decision with a kiss.
                  This time, he lingered over her a little longer. His lips learned the shape of hers. His tongue stroked and she opened for him. He swept into her mouth, tangling with her in a dance that was hot and heady. And then he pulled back and gazed into her eyes.
                  “This is only going to build,” he said. “It can only get better.” He lifted a hand and brushed aside a strand of hair that had worked loose from her clip. His fingertips passed over the sensitive curve of her ear and Ivy trembled in response.
                  His caress stirred something molten inside her. Small touches, consuming heat. He was right, it would build. In the meantime, she would exist in a semi-aroused state and spend most of her time frustrated.
                  “Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she warned and heard the complaint in her voice. Apparently he did, too, because his mouth opened in a wicked grin.
                  “Hurting?” he guessed.
                  “Almost constantly.”
                  “Me, too.” His hand curled around her neck and he nudged her gently toward him until his forehead rested against hers. “It will be worth the wait.”
                  “Promises, promises,” she murmured. And he was so close—his breath fanning across her lips and his scent, an honest sweat mixed with spice filling her nose—that she simply closed the distance between them and planted a kiss on him she hoped would challenge his resolve. She stroked him with her tongue and felt him yield to her. Before he could become aggressor, she dipped in to taste him. She moved her tongue against his in a slow rub that called from him a rumbling growl. She rolled to her toes to make their connection solid, and pushed her hands into his hair. She wasn’t going to release him until she was ready. She wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to even think about putting space between them. She would do that this time—be the one to pull away. Leave him hurting for a change. Her mouth moved against his, her breasts pressed to his chest, her pelvis to his. So his reaction was unmistakable—a full, thick erection that grew between them. He rocked against her, separated her legs with a soft nudge of his knee, and lifted her slightly. And then suddenly he was there. Right where she wanted him. His shaft pressed to her sex. She lifted a leg to cradle him, felt him sink into her until her back was pressed against the truck and his body a vise clamped tightly to hers.
                  She forgot all about breaking away. Of leaving him the one frustrated.
                  He broke the contact with a curse and buried his face in her hair. He continued to hold her tightly to him.
                  “This is going to take a minute.” His breath fanned her neck followed by a soft kiss.
                  “Longer,” she demanded. Her apartment was just blocks from where they stood. They would have to