Free Jake by Rian Kelley Page B

his chest. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
                  “I hope so.” She moved closer, until there was only an inch of air between them. “For some reason, I really want to win today.”
                  “This isn’t a race,” he pointed out.
                  “I want to be stronger than you,” she revealed.
                  “That will never happen.”
                  “Them are fighting words,” she returned.
                  “Are you competitive in all things?”
                  She tipped her head to the side, considering. “I didn’t think I was competitive at all. Until I met you.” She lifted her hands, letting them flutter around his body. “You’re just so obviously fit. Strong. Immovable.” Then she leaned closer. “I want to move you, Jake.”
                  He could taste her breath and nearly popped a boner when her tongue slipped between her lips to stroke them.
                  “You know you do.” He was already breathing like he’d run a mile.
                  “Control, that’s it,” she said, stumbling onto her discovery. “You’re always in control. And I want you to lose it. I want to be the reason you do.”
                  She lifted her hand and Jake could see the intent in her eyes. He matched his palm to hers and stopped her before she could lay a teasing touch on him.
                  “Do that and I’ll have to change my pants,” he warned.
                  Ivy’s eyes flared and then her laughter bubbled up, throaty and full. She laced her fingers with his.
                  “Then I have you where I want you.”
                  “I’ve been there from hello.”
                  Her smile deepened. “Catch me if you can,” Ivy invited and sprinted off.
                  Jake watched her go.
                  He’d never run half aroused. He’d heard that some men ran into battle with a full erection, that it made them more alert and was responsible even for the more daring charges into enemy territory—steps men would have lacked the courage to take had they not been on edge—and the most stunning victories. As he fell into an easy lope, he had serious doubts about those reports. He tried to ignore the rub of material against his shaft and made his eyes focus on Ivy’s hair, the way her pony tail bounced and swayed with her steps. Every time his gaze began to drop lower, Jake pulled it back. He increased his pace, lengthened his stride, and kept Ivy within capture. Which wasn’t easy.
                  She was fast and smooth, her arms toned and her body fluid. A sheen of sweat covered her skin and Jake thought about licking her clean. Salty, sweet, spicy. She would be all of those, satisfying his tastes. He wondered if she would let him between her thighs, allow him to bring her to satisfaction first by stroking her sex with his tongue and drinking deeply of her essence.
                  He wanted that more than he wanted joining with her. He wanted her cries to ring out of him every shred of patience and control. Yes, she had pegged him right. Control was important to him. He’d never lost it as an adult because he remembered the nearly fatal consequences of losing it as a kid. He remembered the swirling, chaotic sensations of being at the whim of his emotions and he never wanted to repeat that. But with Ivy, maybe. Maybe he could let go. A little. Because losing himself in her would be glorious.
                  Could he trust himself enough to let go that completely? He thought about the car, the black night, the girl sitting beside him and her scream shattering the odd quiet. He’d been lucky. They had both walked away from his mistake. His girlfriend had suffered a few cuts, an abrasion where the seat