Chapter Four
The movie had ended—a comedy, since Chase couldn’t stand the action movies most guys liked. Too riddled with inconsistencies and fallacies. Kate glanced at Chase to discover he had fallen asleep. That surprised her, because he didn’t seem the type to just fall asleep anywhere. He must have been incredibly tired or very relaxed with her.
She shifted on the couch so she could look at him better. He was a man that many women would follow to the ends of the Earth—gorgeous cheek bones, a feathering of dark lashes fanning them, hiding his chocolate brown eyes. His mouth was firm, the lips pale pink in a perfectly masculine way. She liked the dimple in his chin, and the one she knew that resided in his right cheek, now hidden as he slept. The stubble on his strong jaw had grown in, and he looked even sexier this way, more rugged, slightly imperfect.
The stubble was the right balance for the perfection that continued down his lean body. He wasn’t as bulky as Jake but obviously worked out when he had the chance.
He definitely worked sexy into his jeans and T-shirt. The muscles of his biceps were framed perfectly by the short length of the sleeves. He’d crossed his legs at the ankle on the coffee table and he was stretched out. His abs were a ripple beneath the fabric of his shirt, his thighs nicely muscled and firm under his jeans. His feet were bare, and she found it oddly comforting, as if he offered proof he was just a man, not the devil with cloven hooves.
What would it be like to kiss him again? Kate had thought about it a lot throughout the evening, and her libido hadn’t waned much from how it had felt the night they almost made love.
He’d been incredibly charming, sweet, attentive all evening, right down to waiting on her hand and foot, and allowing her to choose the most buttery bits of popcorn. She definitely wanted him, wanted his hands back on her breasts, his mouth exploring. She’d probably let him have sex with her if he woke, but she was definitely nervous about the whole prospect.
But he was asleep, so she didn’t need to worry about that. She tucked her feet under her and leaned forward a bit. She could kiss him before she went to bed, as sort of a thank you for the evening. He was sound asleep, and it would give him some pretty awesome dreams.
She smiled, liking that. She leaned forward a bit more and let her mouth gently touch his. He tasted of salt and butter, and she tentatively slanted her lips across his a little harder, kissing him a little longer.
Chase jumped a bit and his eyes fluttered open, narrowing a second as he took in her face just inches from his. Understanding dawned and he closed them again. “Don’t let me stop you.”
She knew she should stop. The devil was awake, and she’d already bargained with him. Kissing him would just seal the deal. The part of her that was still Emma cried out, warning her to run. He was dangerous. Didn’t she remember? But Kate was tempted, so tempted, by the firmness of his lips.
Kate brushed his mouth with hers again, her lips slanting over his, enjoying the warmth, the shape, how gentle his lips were. His arm went around her back, cupping her shoulder as he pulled her a little closer, his lips a little more insistent.
Then his tongue slipped between her lips and she opened on a moan, wanting to taste him fully. Their tongues tangled, hers hesitant, his showing the way. His hand inched between them and slid beneath her shirt, his hot palm on her stomach, his fingers brushing the underside of her breast.
Her last bit of innocence warned her to say no, to push his hand away, but Kate arched into his palm, wanting more.
“Please,” she whispered, wanting him to cup her breasts, tug at her nipples again. She’d tried alone to mimic what he’d done, but her own hands didn’t net nearly the response. His hand covered her breast and the shocks didn’t disappoint her. Pleasure flew straight to her pussy, her core dampening, pulsing with need.
Chase pushed her back on the couch, his hips now aligned with hers, as he loomed over her. This kiss was smoldering hot, demanding, and when he pressed the hardness of his cock against her pussy, she moaned into his mouth.
“I have a proposition for you,” he whispered against her neck.
“Another one? The devil is feeling generous.” The hand on her breast gently pulled at her nipple, the jolt running deep within her, her stomach tightening, the heat radiating outward, enveloping her entirely. She gasped. “I don’t think it’s fair for you to do that while you proposition me.”
He smiled against her throat as he kissed her, then he propped himself up on an elbow. “I know I said I wouldn’t push you.” He tugged her nipple again, this time rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The sting of pain was even more pleasurable, more exciting. “I would like this to be about you. I’ll give you a mind-blowing orgasm, and if you’re pleased, you can consider letting me continue. Because I am a gentleman that way.”
“By continue, you mean…”
“Yes.” He thrust his hard cock against her crotch and there was an answering pulse within her pussy, as if that area knew what his shaft was for and that area wanted it more than her mind did.
“I want to make love to you, but I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have options. Like last time. I won’t push you. Just offer you the sweetest pleasure. No strings attached.”
Oh, did the man know how to bargain. “Is my goal to lay back and watch while you give me this orgasm, or am I to thwart you at every turn?”
He chuckled. “Either. I’m very, very good at this. As good as you are at shooting pool or assembling bombs. I plan on making you come so hard, your toes curl.”
“Not scream your name in six languages? I’m disappointed.” She shook slightly at the idea of coming for him, that hard. She’d never come that hard before.
“Lovemaking has its own learning curve.” He shrugged, so sexy, self assured. “Have you had an orgasm before?”
“Yes.”
His smile was even more determined. “Then you can rate what I give you compared to what you’ve had by your hand.”
Kate wanted to say yes. Scream yes. But the Emma part of her hesitated still. “About your prize…If I say no, you’ll wait?”
He hesitated. “Yes.”
She knew his hesitation was a boss-thing. Eventually, he’d have to insist, and she’d have to give in. She hoped she ended up at the point that it didn’t matter any longer, and if she didn’t have him, she’d kill someone.
“Do your best, then,” she whispered.
He grinned, looking almost boyish. “I’d like to go upstairs.”
“Why?” She closed her eyes for a moment, a tremor shaking through her. “Never mind. Okay.”
He took her hand and pulled her from the couch, into his arms. He kissed her for a moment, one filled with tongue and hot promise. “Let’s go.”
“You’re not going to carry me up the stairs?”
He snorted. “If you’ve been running in special ops gear, you should be able to carry me.”
Chase’s bedroom was as gorgeous, formal as the rest of the house and just as impersonal. Tons of pillows were strewn across the bed, the duvet gold and cream with maroon accents. He pulled down the covers, chucked the pillows across the room. “Give me a moment to undress you.”
“I can—”
“It’s part of the experience.” He lowered his head to kiss her, his mouth firm, gently insistent. His hands found her buttons on her shirt and undid them, sliding the material off her shoulders and down her arms. Though undressing should be a mundane task, the way his fingers brushed her skin as he removed her shirt was intoxicating. She couldn’t wait for him to undress other areas.
He broke the kiss long enough to admire her bra. “Very pretty. Is it new?”
“Yes. I went shopping this afternoon.”
“Do you like your new breasts?” He ran a finger between her cleavage, then back up.
“They’re every flat-chested woman’s dream.”
“You weren’t flat-chested. You were small but perfect.” He kissed a globe of flesh above the black lace. His tongue ran the edge of her bra, dipping in to tantalize her nipple. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders, needing the support. His mouth slid down the cup of material to take her peak fully into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder. The insistent suction resonated in her belly, and pulses echoed in her pussy.
His hand slid to the other breast, fondling the flesh there, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you like that?”
“Yes. Am I supposed to?”
“This isn’t a psych test. There isn’t a right or wrong answer. But some women like a rougher touch than others. I’m trying to see where you fall.”
It surprised her that she liked a more insistent touch. She pictured herself as a soft and gentle girl. Maybe it was just his sinful hands that made anything he did seem too right. “Rough is…nice.”
He ran his tongue between her breasts again. “I have toys we can try sometime, to see how much rough you like.”
“Toys?” she squeaked. He unhooked her bra and removed it, switching to suck her neglected nipple. The pleasure made her not care so much about toys. Hell, if they made her feel anywhere as close to this much ecstasy, she was all for them. “I think we’ll just get through this first.”
His hands slid down her stomach, tickling her navel, tantalizing her hip bones, then they hooked into the front of her pants and deftly unbuttoned her jeans. The denim brushed down her thighs, and she helped him by kicking out of one leg, then the other.
“Pretty panties.” He eased his finger along the edge, just inside, brushing over her damp slit. She closed her eyes and wished he’d do more, quickly, before she came without him exploring her there.
He pushed her hips back until she hit the bed, falling down, reminiscent of their last encounter. But this time, he knelt on the floor between her thighs, his face even with her mound. She opened her mouth to protest but he’d already found her clit with his tongue, through the gauzy material, and she instead sighed with pleasure.
The articles she’d read about oral sex had led her to believe she’d like it. He’d barely used his mouth, and she was already thinking this was worth any embarrassment she might feel later.
His tongue ran along the edge of lace where it met her inner thigh, dipping inside. He pulled the material away, and his tongue danced inward, along her slit, then sank into her core. His hands tugged at the side strings, and she lifted her hips, eager to have the material gone, his mouth back on her pussy.
“You taste so sweet. Are you liking this?”
“You know I am. What woman wouldn’t?” she asked on a gasp as his mouth went back to work, lips slanting over her pussy lips, his mouth and tongue kissing there as he had her mouth. Oh-so-wicked. She should have said no, she didn’t like it. But Kate didn’t want to lie. She wanted him.
She glanced to the side and was shocked to see her image in a mirror, his face between her thighs. The passion on her face, how her skin glowed with lust and made her look beautiful, even to herself. She swallowed and ran her hands to his head, pulling him deeper to her.
He inserted a finger inside her slick channel, and she stiffened a moment, then his mouth found her clit and sucked, hard. She forgot the finger and instead concentrated on the waves of pleasure generated by his lips on her hard nub, the contractions of her arousal spasming around his finger. She suddenly wished for another, and as if he read her mind, he slipped two fingers inside her and gently pumped them in and out.
He lifted his head. “My cock will feel like this, only a hundred times better.”
“Ego,” was all she could manage on a gasp.
He laughed and continued his path of pleasure. His other hand slid under her ass, gathering moisture at her pussy and sliding it down to her anus. She stiffened again. What would he want there? He rewarded her with more suction on her clit. She relaxed, and his thumb massaged her tighter hole until it slipped inside to the knuckle.
Pleasure so strong rocked her to her toes, the shock running to her pussy. She almost came, but he stilled, his fingers slipping deeper into her slick channel, his thumb still in her ass. He lifted his face with a wicked grin. “How’s this?”
Her orgasm receded, and it left her a bit pissy. How dare he not finish what he’d started? “I didn’t know I was being assaulted by an octopus. So many hands in different places.”
He looked concerned. “You feel uncomfortable? Uneasy?”
“I’ll probably rot in hell, but I didn’t realize I’d like to be touched…there.”
He pumped his thumb gently in response, the puckered rosette giving the experience a different feel, one wickedly sinful. She arched her hips, encouraging the fingers in her pussy to pump as well. So, so close again.
He ceased all movement. She panted. Then he continued his leisurely tonguing and stroking. It took her about five seconds to reach the edge of orgasm this time. Again he pulled her back, away from the most delicious decent into bliss.
She moaned in frustration. “Will you let me come now?”
He lifted his head from her pussy with a look that made her toes curl all on their own. “How desperate are you?”
“I’d let you in.”
He smiled in victory. “Then yes.”
He returned his face to her clit and began to work his tongue in earnest, alternating lapping with suction. His fingers and thumb found a rhythm of their own, in and out, and then he joined the two fingers with a third, stretching her fully.
“Go ahead. Come for me, Kate,” he whispered, his fingers wicked instruments.
She came, hard enough to curl her toes, as he had promised. Her pussy spasmed around his hand, the thickness delicious to her inner muscles. More cream dripped from her pussy, soaking his hand, his thumb still in her ass, her thighs. She sighed, closing her eyes, a hand trailing down to roll a nipple between her fingers as his fingers and tongue left her.
He stood, and she opened her eyes to watch him undress. Emma was inside her, trying to get her attention, but there was no way Kate wasn’t going to enjoy the show.
God, he was magnificent. His skin was slightly damp from exertion, and he fairly glowed. His chest was strong, muscled in all the right areas, his stomach lean and just rippled enough to make her want to touch the flesh there. His jeans fell away from his hips, and she looked at the floor, not really wanting to see his cock at this point. She hoped to hell he was smaller than he felt through his jeans. “No underwear?”
“Didn’t feel the need.” He fumbled with a foil packet, the rolling of latex louder than she realized. Then she glanced back, and Chase motioned for her to scoot up the bed. She did so, and he followed, looming over her.
She wanted to touch him, feel his skin under her palms, the muscles of his chest, but froze. She wasn’t quite sure what she should do now that her orgasm had passed. Now that her mind was clearer, this didn’t seem like such a good idea. But instead of settling between her thighs and taking her, he stretched out next to her, on his side.
“I’m not going to just jump you, so don’t be so tense, love. I’m going to take a minute to bring you back up to where I am. I can feel you shaking.” He rested on an elbow, his face inches from hers. “Was the orgasm good? Did it curl your toes?”
“Yes,” she whispered back. One large hand strolled to her breast and fondled her nipple, rolling it, and her pussy quivered with renewed need. She bit her lower lip as other hand caressed her jaw. “It was a ten.”
“Eventually, I’ll give you an eleven with me inside.” He lowered his head to kiss her, his mouth hard, lips demanding, tasting of her essence.
She answered his demand and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him. He rolled on top of her, gently nudged her legs apart with his knees and lowered his hips to hers. He let her bear some of his weight, his cock brushing against her thigh, hot, insistent like his mouth.
He lifted his head and his hand eased between them, finding her still sensitive clit. “Do you know you can come many times? One after another. Men can’t, but women can.”
Her traitorous pussy leaped at the thought, clenching as his fingers worked their magic on her clit, then dipped inside and stretched her. He lowered his head to her breast, sucking her nipple again, biting down gently at the same time as he pinched her hard nub.
She cried out, loving the slight sting of pain mingling with the deepest pleasure. She didn’t think her pussy could become any wetter, hotter, but it did, and when he finally allowed his cock to brush the entrance, she responded with a thrust of her hips.
“Easy,” he breathed against her ear. “This shouldn’t hurt, but I want to go slow. You need to savor the first time I slide into you.”
That was enough to make her go still with apprehension. This was it, the moment she’d waited for since she had turned sixteen and discovered orgasms.
He inched in, opening her slowly, pausing every so often to kiss her lips, or bite at her neck. She sucked in a deep breath, liking the way his thick shaft stretched her pussy as he eased in, the slight burn strangely erotic, his cock twitching with the strain of control. Then he sank in fully.
He smiled down at her, the look almost proud, smug that he was the first. “Virgin no longer.”
“Virgin no longer.” She was amazed at the feel of him—his cock deep inside her, his weight bearing down, his hand at her breast, caressing the flesh. The burn receded and need began to grow as she flexed her pussy muscles around him, experimenting. “Now what?”
“Now we see what you like.” He withdrew slightly and gently slid back in, and stilled, his pubic bone grinding slightly against her clit.
Oh, my.
“More,” she whispered, liking that.
He pumped again and found a rhythm that was slow, easy. He held her hips and showed her how to move in time with him. Understanding dawned with a new, primal need. She needed more…what? She arched her back, and his cock found new depths. Oh, yes. That was what she wanted. That, times ten. Frenzy whirled, and she raised her knees to use her feet for leverage on the bed.
She slammed him home, deeper, harder than he must have expected because he stilled, his fingers biting into her hips. “Whoa, you sure?”
“Yes.” God, yes, the harder, the better. She rocked her hips again, needing more of him, needing him to thrust harder. He lifted one of her legs and pulled it around his waist, showing her another angle, this one more delicious than the last. She wrapped both of her legs and then decided she liked one wrapped for the angle, the friction, and one on the bed to give her leverage against him.
Inside, her pussy couldn’t have been much happier. The muscles quivered and clenched, and she found if she contracted just as he pumped into her channel, holding him deep, it made a delicious thrill when he withdrew, only to plunge back in again.
“God, I’m so close,” he said against her cheek. “Come for me, Kate. I can feel you’re almost there. I want you to come, hard.”
Yes, she wanted to come, but how? She rocked her hips faster, urging him deeper, panting. She opened her eyes, and he looked up, their gazes clashing, then melding. Her breath caught, and her skin tingled all over, the electricity between them as intense as his heated gaze. The swirling in her belly intensified and suddenly the orgasm loomed. She could reach out and touch it.
“Come for me,” he coaxed and lowered his head to kiss her neck.
With one last flex of her pussy muscles, she found herself at the pinnacle again and she came, her pussy clenching and throbbing, her clit humming. She grabbed the sheets and clenched them in her fists, unable to hold back the moan of pleasure any longer.
He groaned and slammed harder once, twice, and then tensed. Inside, the latex pulsed with heat, and she assumed he came, too. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him deeper, thrilled he’d found pleasure in making love with her. He continued thrusting gently, the pumps softer as he lowered himself fully on top of her.
He breathed hard in her ear, now and then swallowing, and she thought he trembled just a little. Maybe she hadn’t given him that much pleasure after all, and he was working up the guts to tell her.
She had to ask. “Was I okay? Seeing I brought nada to the table with experience.”
He kissed her neck, then her cheek, and lastly her mouth. “You were awesome.”
“But—”
“Shh. I don’t want to critique the moment. I want to bask in the afterglow. And trust me, there wasn’t much to critique. That was incredible.”
“But—”
“Shh!” He kissed her again. “Am I too heavy?”
“No.” She liked how she felt under him, his body molded to hers. Her skin hummed, damp from exertion, her inner core spasming with aftershocks, clenching around his semi-hard cock. Was it normal to want more? Because she wanted seconds and perhaps even thirds. “When will you be ready again?”
“Soon?” He took an experimental thrust. “Very soon.”
“I want you again.”
Kate’s soft words were like porn to Chase’s cock. He hardened instantly. It had been long enough since he’d had sex that he knew he’d recover quickly this time and be ready to fuck her again.
No, that wasn’t true. He didn’t want to fuck her. He wanted to make love to her again. He had never understood the lure of virgins, of waiting for that perfect someone. He’d had sex for the first time at sixteen and never looked back.
But now, a part of him wondered what it would have been like to wait for someone like her. And though she had no choice in the offering, knowing he was the first, that she had given him something so special made his heart sing.
He propped himself up on an elbow. “I need to go to the bathroom quick first. Do you think you can wait a moment?”
“Yes.”
He rose, crossed the room, and deposited the used condom in the toilet, flushed, and washed his hands. He probably didn’t need to use one since he was clean. Her records said she was on birth control. However, he decided to be a gentleman and not offer anything else. Then he wouldn’t have to explain why he hadn’t had sex in a year. Why he had waited, for her.
He put on a new condom and took a moment to enjoy the view of her, stretched out on his bed. Her eyes were closed, her lips curved in a soft, satisfied smile. It was an interesting contrast to how she had lay on the bed before sex—tense, reserved, her eyes wide with fear and lust. Yet now, she stretched out like a satisfied cat, a little more sure as she opened her eyes and met his gaze with heated intent. Lusty for him.
He crawled back on the bed, settled himself between her thighs, and slid home into her slick yet tight pussy. “Grip my legs with yours.”
She did, and he rolled, flipping her until she straddled him, his cock still deep inside. “Oh,” she breathed, looking down at him with wonder, need in her eyes.
“Yeah. Good, huh?” He gave a buck of his hips, thrusting upward, showing her what to do. “I’m tired, now. You need to do some of the work.”
“You need to run with special ops equipment on. That will get you into shape.” She laughed in his ear, and experimentally lifted her pelvis, allowing his cock to slide out of her pussy. Then she slid down, engulfing him fully. “Oh, that’s nice.”
Anything she did was nice. More than nice. He slapped her on the ass. “Get to work.”
A look of surprise crossed her face. “Do that again.”
A dark rush of lust ran through his loins. Did he dare hope? He slapped the other cheek, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around his cock, so sweet, amazingly tight.
“Is it wrong for me to like that?” Concern lined her face, and she stilled, brushing her blonde hair from her cheek.
His cock wanted to scream how right it was. She was made for him. This was proof. Instead, he said, “Nothing that we do together is ever wrong. If you like it, then you should do it.”
“But do you like—”
“Nothing turns me on more than spanking a woman.” Or whips, or chains, or clamps… He spanked her again, once, twice, and rocked his hips, his cock riding deep.
“Yes,” she said on a moan and slammed down on him harder, her eyes closed. He reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples, then pinching both as he thrust upward as hard as he could.
He watched for her reaction—she bit her lip and fought another moan. His girl liked a little pain as much as she liked to be told to come. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming, holding him deep a moment. Then she churned her hips again, her breath coming faster, her pubic bone grinding against his. Could he get any luckier? Would she take direction?
“Play with your nipples, love,” he commanded softly.
She hesitated.
“I like a woman who touches herself. You want to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unsure. Her trembling hand found her breast, mimicking the way he had rolled and pulled. His breath caught at the sight—so beautiful—but also with hope. Maybe she would submit to him eventually.
But no, this wasn’t about his needs. This was work, damn it. They wanted her feisty and sexy, right out of the gate. He sighed, unable to deny what her small hand on her nipple did to him. He wanted more, selfishly for himself.
He cupped his hand over hers on her breast, helping her squeeze, fondle. “So sexy when you do as I ask. Do you like pleasing me?”
“God, yes.” She met his gaze then, hesitant, still unsure.
“You’re doing a good job. You’re beautiful when you touch yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder.” It wasn’t a lie. His cock throbbed inside her pussy, the blood pumping though his veins at a million miles a second. But he was greedy, and he wanted more from her. “Play with your clit, too. It excites me to see you pleasuring yourself while I fuck you.”
He saw the war in her eyes between embarrassment and her need to please. The submissive side of her won as her eyes fluttered shut in surrender. Her other hand found her clit, rubbing, pinching then stroking, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she rode him with more insistence.
Thank fuck he had come once already, or the sight would have blown him sky-high. If she recited facts from the periodic table at the same time, he’d shoot the moon.
“That’s it, love. Fuck me harder. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I’m so close to coming,” she breathed, her eyes closed. “But it won’t happen. Why can’t I come for you?”
Chase smiled smugly. Oh yes, so submissive already. “Your body is waiting for me to tell you to come.”
“Oh.” She bit her lip, her forehead wrinkled in concentration, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Can I? Please?”
“Wait,” he commanded, knowing just what she needed. His hand glided between them, gathering some of her juices to lubricate her puckered hole. His thumb slipped inside to the knuckle, then all the way, stretching her, pumping in time to her thrusts. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Oh, Chase,” she said on a groan. “Is it right for it to feel that good?”
“Very right,” he said, his ego inflated to unnatural proportions. “I like it when you say my name. Say my name as you come, love.”
“I can come?” she asked with such hope he had to bite back a laugh.
“Come for me, love.”
“Chase,” Kate cried out as she came, her eyes closed, hips churning wildly, magnificent above him. He grabbed her hips and urged her on through her climax, keeping the blistering pace his cock needed. But maybe he needed her to speak to him, to say his version of dirty talk.
“Say something smart for me,” he coaxed.
She frowned and opened her eyes, now glazed over with sated lust. “Hexamethylene triperoxide diamine,” she whispered.
Jesus, that was sexier than if she had sucked him dry. He groaned and thrust again, releasing his cum inside the condom, counting his blessings for finding someone so responsive, so damned beautiful it made his heart ache along with his cock.
Then she collapsed on his chest, and he slid his arms up to hold her tight.
“That was my eleven,” she said against his chest.
He laughed and kissed her cheek, feeling so relaxed. So lucky. “It gets better.”
“I think better may kill me.”
“What did you whisper to me?”
She frowned. “Hexamethylene triperoxide diamine? It’s an explosive compound. While relatively stable, it’s sensitive to shock and friction. You probably know it as HMTD.”
“Friction?” He laughed and bucked his hips suggestively, his semi-hard cock sliding into her pussy. “I suppose there was a lot of friction.”
“You detonated me,” she whispered and kissed his neck.
He laughed again, loving her sense of humor. Loving her. “In a moment, I’ll clean you up, and then we’ll sleep.”
She lifted her head to look at him. “You said the government needs me to seduce people. Men, I hope. Will you teach me to seduce you?”
He didn’t want to think about her seducing anyone but him. Not after loving her twice. This was going to be a problem.
But he ignored it and said, “Darlin’, you’re already well on your way to learning the art of seduction, but sure. What the hell.”
She kissed his nipple, her tongue touching the tip. “You sound like Jake when you call me darlin’.”
A twinge of jealousy ran through him. “Do you want me to call you something different?”
“If you want.” She tongued his other nipple. “I doubt Jake tastes this good.”
That made the jealousy flee, so he kissed her temple and held her closer with a sigh. “Keep thinking that, and you’ll ace Seduction 101 in a heartbeat.”