Free Isle of Sensuality by Aimee Duffy Page B

torturing her. Still, she couldn’t summon the appropriate fury. Her body had taken on a mind of its own and she was lost in the feel of his hands, skimming over her skin, turning her insides to an inferno of want.
    Finally, he rose, pulling her top over her head. The air felt cool against her burning flesh and she shivered. Jake’s gaze molded to her breasts and she waited for the embarrassment to come. Waited for discomfort. Fear. Nothing came but more want. His flaming eyes open half mast only made the heat inside flare hotter.
    “Wow,” he exclaimed before dipping his head down and feasting on her nipple. Jake’s free hand tweaked the peak of her other breast and a rush of moisture flooded between her thighs. She let out a feral moan, but it wasn’t even enough to shock her back to her senses and for that she was glad. Twining her fingers thorough his silky blond waves, she arched into him.
    Once her other breast was treated to the same, torturous exploration, Jake slid her leggings to the floor. The hitch in his breathing made her smile and filled her with confidence. He didn’t have to tell her how attractive he found her, his actions spoke for him.
    Feeling bold, she pulled the towel from his waist and let it drop to the floor. Her gaze latched on to the silky flesh of his erection and she longed to reach out and wrap her hand around the thick length. Before she had the chance, Jake grabbed her hips and pulled her close against him. His lips nibbled the sensitive flesh at the base of her throat. Heat spiraled through Caitlyn and her breathing grew labored.
    “You did this to me. It’s been like this all day.” He groaned against her skin, and she smiled at his words. He wanted her. The evidence was right there pressed against her stomach like a hot brand. God, how she wanted him.
    Jake had her off the floor again and placed her on the center of the bed. A chill went through Caitlyn when he left her there, but before she could ask what he was doing, he pulled a foil packet out of a drawer and returned. The throb at her center grew uncomfortable, exactly like it had this afternoon and she reveled in the thought that soon she’d know what would follow the intense pressure.
    After joining her on the bed, he slid down her body, trailing kisses across her stomach, and again her fingers flew to his hair. She couldn’t believe how aware she was of him, every inch of him, the spicy clean smell of him. It had never been like this with Archie. Or anyone.
    Jake slipped further down her body and pried her thighs apart. His warm breath brushed the curls at the apex between her thighs and ice trickled through her veins. This was too much, her chest felt tight. She was too exposed. Too vulnerable.
    “Jake, stop.” Caitlyn didn’t even care that her voice sounded tiny. His head rose and she clamped her thighs shut.
    Concern was evident in his hungry eyes and she almost wished she hadn’t spoken. But lying there, naked on the bed, more exposed than she’d even been in her life, terrified her. She couldn’t do this.
     

Chapter 6
     
    An array of creative curse words played through Jake’s mind, each one directed at himself. It had been seventeen years since he’d made love to a virgin, and at the time had been one himself. His vow to take things slow and make sure Caitlyn would be comfortable was a test of his shaky self-control.
    From the moment the word ‘sex’ had poured from her lips he’d wanted to rip her clothes off and take her against the wall like an untamed animal. Seeing her huddle the top sheet against her body, with eyes wide and pale skin, he used the last ounce of strength he possessed and moved to lie beside her with one arm around her torso.
    “What’s wrong, Caitlyn?”
    “I…it felt…I don’t know.” Her gaze, though still fogged with lust, pleaded with him.
    “Shhh. We don’t have to do that yet. Is this okay?” With one hand twined in her hair, Jake pulled her head toward him and