Free I Only Have Eyes For You by Bella Andre

matter what happened.
    The zipper came all the way down and she held the dress in place with steady hands. Her eyes were huge, but he didn’t see fear, didn’t see nerves in them.
    Only anticipation.
    And a desire strong enough to match the lust eating him up from the inside.
    A moment later, she let her dress drop to the wood planked floor, and stood before him wearing nothing but a pair of pink heels.
    “I’m yours, Jake.”

Chapter Eight
     
    “Holy hell, you’re beautiful.”
    Jake’s words took the chill away from her naked skin just moments before the front door was slamming shut and she was in his arms. His mouth covered hers, taking, claiming, branding her with a kiss that blew every other kiss away. His hands cupped her hips and as the kiss spiraled more and more out of control he dragged her naked body into his. He trapped her legs between his spread thighs, the thick bulge behind his zipper throbbing and pulsing against her belly.
    She wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted proof that this moment was real and not just a dream she was going to wake up from, frustrated and alone. He was holding her so tightly against him that her forearms were pressed up against his rock-hard chest, but she could splay her hands against him, could rub the pads of her fingers over his chest through the fine cotton of his dress shirt.
    But it wasn’t enough for her. Sophie was desperate for more of him, for more of this kiss and the chance to slide her hands up over his shoulders, up his neck, to cup the planes of his beautiful face. When he began to rain kisses over her cheeks, her chin, and then into the hollow of her neck, she threaded her fingers into his hair, then arched her head back and pressed her breasts harder into his chest as he pressed kisses to her skin.
    And then— oh God, how long had she waited for this moment? —she felt his mouth move lower, and lower still, until his tongue curled over the tip of one breast.
    She’d never felt anything like this, had never known what it was to step inside a bolt of lightning and become light and flames. The explosions started deep in her belly, down low where everything was throbbing with arousal, waiting for Jake’s savage possession.
    She gasped his name and he answered her by moving one of his hands from her hip to cup and tease the other breast, just as he slid his other hand over her sex. She dropped her gaze down to his dark head, only to find that he was looking up at her, too, and in that instant that their gazes connected, Sophie lost hold of the thin thread that had been holding her together.
    Her eyes fluttered closed as she came apart against him, her hips instinctively rocking into his hand as she rode the shockingly unexpected climax. His sensual touch, the warmth of his fingers in her most intimate place even as he moved his mouth to her other breast, his stubble scratching against her chest in the most deliciously rough way, sent her spiraling off even higher, from a prelude of pleasure to an encore that came out of nowhere and seemed to just go on and on.
    Her legs would have buckled if not for Jake slipping one arm beneath her knees and the other around her rib cage as he lifted her off the floor. He didn’t give her any time to think as his mouth came down over hers again, his tongue thrusting against hers. And as he carried her through the living room and down the hall, she felt so incredibly sexy, naked with only her heels on in his strong arms.
    She heard him kick open a door and the next thing she knew he was lowering her onto a soft velvet bed covering. His mouth still over hers, she realized he wasn’t kissing her anymore, that he was taking her wrists in one of his large hands and lifting her arms above her head, holding them firmly in place. Holding her right where he wanted her.
    She’d been bluffing out on the front steps, of course. She hadn’t ever been blindfolded, hadn’t had public sex. Not because she was afraid to do those