Free The Heat Is On by Jill Shalvis Page A

there graze right over her center, and she nearly came off the bed.
    â€œMy toes are curling!” she gasped.
    â€œI have the cure for that.” And he replaced his thumb with his mouth and proceeded to drive her right out of her ever-loving mind. She came with such force that her entire body was trembling, and still he didn’t stop. “Jacob.”
    â€œMaking sure you aren’t faking anything,” he murmured against her wet flesh.
    She laughed, then moaned as his tongue got busy again, ravaging and plundering as he brought her to orgasm once more before finally releasing her.
    When she opened her eyes, he had a forearm on either side of her shoulders and was gazing into her face. She had just enough left in the tank to laugh breathlessly. “Show-off.”
    He smiled, a mixture of wicked intent and fierce affection that didn’t just take the last of her breath but also turned her heart over and exposed its tender underside.
    What he did next cracked it wide-open.
    He entwined their hands beside her head, murmured her name softly, and then, condom somehow miraculously in place, drove into her with one fierce thrust.
    â€œOh God, Jacob, God… ”
    He filled her so deeply, so completely, she felt as if he was touching her soul, and her hips rocked mindlessly up to meet his. He nudged her face with his jaw, then looked into her eyes as he moved within her, his thrusts deep and steady.
    So good, it was so damn good. That was all she could think, and lost in the waves of pleasure crashing over her, her eyes began to drift shut.
    â€œNo, don’t close them. Look at me.”
    Somehow she managed to drag them open for him, open and on his, which were letting her in, letting her see what she was doing to him.
    Unbelievably, she was on the precipice again, hovering on the very edge. “Please. Jacob, please. ”
    â€œMmm.” He nipped her jaw, then her lower lip. “I like the begging. More of that.”
    She laughed breathlessly.
    Eyes nearly black with desire, he rubbed his jaw to hers and her laughter faded away. Arching her back, she wound her legs higher around his waist, gripping him as tight as she could.
    Now they were hand to hand, chest to chest, breathing as one as their movements sped up, becoming almost frantic, and then, at the very end, she cried out first as she came, hearing and feeling him immediately follow her.
    It was the single most sensual, erotic experience of her entire life, and she wondered for the first time how she would ever be able to walk away from this.

7
    J ACOB WOKE UP, THE sun shining on his face. He was alone in Bella’s bed, which was not only a new experience, but also a little humiliating.
    He was a cop, for crissakes. As a rule, he slept light, able to wake at the slightest sound or movement.
    And yet he’d slept through her leaving, like the living dead.
    Of course, he thought, bleary-eyed, as he looked at the clock—7:30 a.m.—he hadn’t gotten all that much sleep. Last night, after having his merry way with Bella in bed, they’d moved to the shower where she’d returned the favor.
    And then, starving, they’d ended up downstairs in the shop’s kitchen, where they’d pulled miniature raspberry turnovers out of the fridge at two in the morning, feeding them to each other.
    Licking the raspberry filling off each other…
    Jacob rolled out of bed and recovered his clothesfrom where they were strewn across the floor. He had a raspberry stain across his chest in a shape that looked suspiciously like a handprint, and he had a flashback to Bella sitting on the counter, him between her legs teasing her, and her fisting her fingers in his shirt so he couldn’t get away.
    As if he’d wanted to.
    Probably no one would be able to tell what the stain was from, he decided, and grabbed his gun and cell phone from the nightstand. He took a stab at his hair with his fingers and helped himself to