Ana nodded, feeling the same way. She was so wet and swollen already, she was certain the slightest pressure on her cl*t would set her off.
Tenderly, as if she was fragile, he squeezed her br**sts through the cotton of her baby doll, hefting them lightly to judge how heavy and tender they’d become. He caught her n**ples between his thumb and forefingers, rolling them, tugging with just the perfect amount of pressure. Her eyes closed, her body lost to him.
Jake kissed her again, his tongue gliding over the curve of her lower lip. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Ana.”
“I want to touch you.”
“I know.” He hooked his fingers beneath her straps and pushed them off her shoulders. “If you’re good, I might let you.”
“Jake...” She gasped as the scalloped edge of her bodice dragged over her hardened n**ples.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, stroking his thumbs over the furled tips. Lowering his head, he took one into the drenched heat of his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before his cheeks hallowed on a drawing pull.
She moaned, her head falling back as the sensation of his sucking echoed in the saturated flesh between her legs. The gentle tugging rippled through her, making her shiver in delight. When he paid the same service to her other nipple, her knees weakened and he caught her up, his arms banding around her waist to lift her. Holding her aloft, he ravished her swollen br**sts, fluttering his tongue over the tight tips and scraping the edge of his teeth across them.
“Oh god, Jake...”
“Shh,” he murmured. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart. And I’ll keep giving it to you until you can’t imagine getting by for more than a few hours without my dick inside you.”
Jake carried her into the living room and set her down, turning her away from him. He urged her over the armrest of the leather couch with a gentle, but unyielding, grip at her nape. She folded, her buttocks thrust upward to accept the hard drives of his big, beautiful cock.
His hands stroked over her, rubbing down her sides and thighs in soothing circles. Cool air caressed her back as her gown was pushed up beneath the handcuffs. Her fingers flexed with the need to touch him in return, to feel the skin she knew became feverishly hot when he first pushed inside her.
“I love you, Anastasia,” Jake said gruffly, bending to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I won’t ever believe that we can’t make it work, because we always do when we’re together. You can’t deny that.”
“Jake, please...” The smell and feel of the leather stirred blazing memories from their past, reminding her of the needs only Jake could appease.
His thumbs slid beneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them over her h*ps and down her legs. His lips followed, skimming over the curve of her buttocks and suckling along the back of her thigh. She began to shake, her body overloaded by need and desire she hadn’t felt in far too long. When he sank into a crouch behind her, her breath caught with expectation.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his breath hot against the lips of her sex. “So soft and pink.”
Leaving her panties around her knees, Jake parted her with his thumbs and paused. She could feel his gaze on her, the heat and hunger almost tangible.
“And I know how sweet you taste, Ana mine.”
Ana tensed in anticipation of the first lick, but when it came, she still wasn’t prepared. She cried out, her entire body shaking violently.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, anchoring her with his palm pressed flat to the small of her back. “I’ll take care of you.”
The next stroke of his tongue was skillful, rubbing over the hard knot of her cl*t with the perfect amount of pressure. She came in a rush, her back bowing as the pleasure seared her senses and racked her over-sensitized body with shudders of delight. In the midst of an orgasm that darkened her vision, Jake’s tongue darted inside her, thrusting furiously. The soft velvet of his licking against the tender tissues of her core was too much, yet not nearly enough. Her h*ps churned into the shallow plunges, her body seeking a deeper, stronger penetration.
“Now, Jake. Now. Now!”
He stood in a rush. Ana heard the sound of his zipper lowering; then she felt the silky heat of his rigid erection brush against her. He teased her, gliding the plush head of his c*ck through the slick lips of her sex.
She arched her spine, her fingers grasping at air, her cheeks flushed and damp from the strain of being bound and unable to reach out to him as she needed. Not just for the physical pleasure of touching him, but to satisfy the demands of her heart.
“I love you,” she gasped, unable to hold the words back. “I love you, Jake.”
With a low growl, his h*ps jerked and pushed him into her with one fierce, deep stroke.
“Yes!” Tears filled Ana’s eyes and spilled over onto the cushion. She ached for this, the delicious burn of his possession and the sense of connection she’d felt with no one else.
“I want to take you slow.” His voice was rough and raspy. “Slow and deep. But I can’t... It’s been too long.”
He hitched against her, shoved the last little bit inside her that crammed her all the way full. “Damn, you’re like a fist, Ana. Squeezing me tight... rippling around me. I’m gonna come hard for you, baby.”
Jake withdrew, then slid in to the root. He rolled his hips, screwing deep. The feel of his long, thick c*ck stroking inside her was perfect—the slight burn as he stretched her, the decadent feel of him rubbing and pushing, the maddening clenching in her core as her body tried to hold him deep...
Gripping her hips, he pumped hard again, an expert stroke that lifted her to the tip of her toes. Ana panted with pleasure, spinning dizzily toward cli**x.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, desperate for the friction that would set her off again.
“Never, Ana mine,” he purred, lunging quick and hard, shafting her tender p**sy. “I’ll never stop...”
The erotic sound of flesh slapping mingled with the heated words that spilled from his lips—tender promises and sensual threats, loving praise and coarsely-voiced hunger—all of which made her crazy with lust. She was rocking back into his measured thrusts, moaning at the way they radiated through her, her mind fogged with the intensity of her pleasure.
When Jake bent his knees and hit the perfect spot inside her, Ana unraveled with a muffled scream. She quaked with her release, struggling to breathe as her body seized in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Jake was right there with her, gasping as his body jerked with each scorching spurt of sem*n. He folded over her, clutching her close, the hard ridges of his abdomen slick with sweat against her palms.
She sagged into the cushions as the tension left her, feeling wrung out and well-loved.
“I need you.” Jake’s chest heaved against her and when he shifted slightly, Ana realized he was still hard and thick. “I’ll never stop needing you.”
It took Ana the space of two heartbeats to figure out what had woken her.
Her cell phone was vibrating beneath her pillow.
She pulled it out and squinted against the bright light of the backlit screen. Seeing an East Coast area code, she hit the button to answer the call before it went to voicemail and slipped out of bed. She hurried out of Jake’s bedroom and quietly shut the door, then ran to the living room while answering with, “Miller.”
“Ana! My god.” Frankie gasped with relief. “We’re in trouble, Ana. Eric and me... And Mom. Ah, god, Mom...”
“Frankie.” Relief flowed through her, making her aware of just how worried she’d been. “Where are you?”
“Newark. Jesus... it all went wrong. Rick went in hot. Fuck— You know how Mom had it planned. Like Cannes.”
“I remember.” She remembered the famous Carlton heist, just as she remembered that Terence Parker had a brother named Richard. “Is Rick’s name Richard Parker?”
“Yes. How did you know?” He barked out a laugh. “What am I saying? Of course you know. He shot his own f**king brother, Ana. Lit him up like... Fuck. Oh fuck... Rick shot his own brother in cold blood.”
“Are you safe?”
“Yes, but—”
“Is Eric with you?” She snatched up her duffel bag and dug out a pair of jeans and a top.
“Yes, yes—”
“Do you have the take?”
“Yes. Fuck. Will you listen to me, goddammit! He’s got Mom!”
Ana froze, her heart thudding violently in her chest. “What?”
“Rick knew Mom was the fence. Eric and I ditched him and took the stones, because he’s f**king crazy. Shot his own goddamn brother. Who does that, Ana? We ditched him and made off with the take and he got to Mom.”
She activated the phone’s speaker and set it on the coffee table. “How do you know he’s got Mom?”
“He just called and said he had her. Said he’d trade her for the stones. I tried calling the house but I keep getting the voicemail.”
“Okay, okay.” Think, Ana. Damn it. She yanked on a pair of panties. “Where are you supposed to make the trade?”
“He didn’t say. He’s supposed to call back.”