Bounty Hunters: 03 Stay Hungry (29 page)

"Why did you?"

"I was an idiot," he snarled, lowering his head and nipping her earlobe.

"Really?" she snapped. "So now we pick up where we left off?"

Jake didn't let go of her hair. "Sounds like a damn good idea to me," he whispered, his face hovering just above hers.

"So all you want is lots of sex?" She wasn't sure why she was pursuing this. They needed to be discussing the case.

"At the airport, after I'd been told to clear out and the place was surrounded by uniforms and suits, all that mattered was gathering what evidence I could so you could make this bust. I'm not going to let them take that away from you. Now why would I do that for you, Angela? Why would I risk spending a night in jail for you?"

"I don't know," she whispered, her mouth suddenly too dry.

"I do." Jake seared her mouth with a kiss that sent her world tumbling upside down. He demanded entrance, impaled her with his tongue, and made love to her mouth with so much feeling and emotion that Angela swam in it.

If the power existed to make him stop, it was washed away as he held her in his arms. Jake leaned over, causing Angela to lean backward. Her back was damn near parallel with the floor, but she didn't care. There wasn't a safer, more comfortable spot in the world than being wrapped in his arms.

Jake had skills. Incredible seductive skills. Angela didn't consider herself a novice, but letting go, allowing him free reign to devour her and show her the emotions and feelings he just implied he had for her, would have had her floating over the floor anyway.

There was a tiny voice in the back of her head telling her she was making a mistake. Solve this case, bring down the game, and part ways amiably. That was what she should do. Angela didn't listen very well. Instead, she dragged her fingers over his shoulders until his curls tickled her hands. His hair was soft, tousled, and crawling through it as she opened up more for him was the final act.

They'd reached the most dangerous part of this case. And now it was worse. Whereas usually when the law was called in after Angela pieced all the clues together, this time it only added to the perils surrounding them. She would have to worry about Mario and the FBI. Doing so by Jake's side sounded a hell of a lot better than doing it alone.

"I want you," Jake growled when he left her mouth and started a scalding trail of kisses down the side of her face to her neck. "Don't tell me no, darling, please."

"No" didn't seem to be in her vocabulary at the moment. "My bedroom is--" Her words got stuck in her throat when Jake lifted her into his arms.

"Where?" He walked out of the kitchen.

Angela pointed, feeling weird and at the same time incredibly loved when Jake sprinted up the stairs, He pushed open the first door he came to at the top of the stairs.

"No. That one." Angela pointed again. "You don't have to carry me."

Jake was on a mission. He ignored her comment, kept her cradled in his arms, and headed toward the door she indicated.

All that virile muscle was too much. Every inch of him was hard and toned. Roped muscle flexed against her as he moved. He pushed open her bedroom door, walked to her bed, and placed her on it.

"Undress." His voice was muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Angela moved to her knees, reaching for the T-shirt she'd put on and grabbing the end of it. She froze as Jake tossed his shirt to the floor and kicked off his shoes. They'd been naked before. And it was dark in her bedroom. But her eyes adjusted and she drank in the view of him.

Jake was more man than any woman should have a right to. Every inch of him was fine-tuned, like a well-oiled machine. His torso and shoulders were tan, and a spray of dark hair made his naked chest even more of a mouthwatering feast.

"If you care about those clothes at all you better take them off." The warning edge in his tone was full of dark promises of everything Jake was capable of being.

And with a body like that, skills that he'd mastered long before meeting her, and a passion that made his eyes glow, Angela turned into all thumbs as she struggled with her shirt.

It made it to the floor along with her shoes. Her voice was scratchy, but she forced herself to be practical: "Do you have a condom?" In spite of her justifiable anger when he'd left her earlier, his eagerness to be with her made her feel more desirable. "We really should practice safe sex." She flopped back on her bed, messing with the zipper on her shorts. There were other women out there who possibly would hate her for being with Jake, yet he looked at her as if she were all that mattered in the world.

"I bought some the other day." His curls fell around his face when he glanced down and peeled off his shorts.

She was about to ask when he had bought them, curious as to what would have made him do so. Was he that confident that he'd be able to seduce her?

Angela didn't know how to handle his easy manner and confident skills. She was always the one to instigate sex and call the shots in any relationship she'd been in over the years. Jake hadn't forced himself on her. She was doing this because she wanted it. But he wasn't singing out his desire to remain by her side, either. Although he insisted his actions during the bust were done out of stronger feelings for her, Jake hadn't elaborated. She was starting to feel as if it were impossible to control love.

Love?

Her body ached as she stared at him. She swelled and was wet instantly as she took in his nakedness. Jake didn't rush her as she thought he would. She pushed her shorts down her legs, along with her underwear, pulling her legs to her chest until she had them off.

Jake took them from her as he crawled onto the bed. "Tell me you want this," he said, dropping her clothes off the side of the bed, then caressing the side of her face. "I want you to be sure."

His expression was strained and it made her heart swell until she could barely breathe. "I don't want to be a notch on a bedpost."

Even when he smiled, Angela swore there was pain on his face. "There's no way," he uttered, coming over her like a calm giant. In spite of the hesitation he suggested existed, Jake didn't falter as he brought his face to hers. "I don't know how to describe this, Angela," he said on a breath, then teased her lower lip with his teeth.

He gripped her hip, adjusting her underneath him although he never once pressed his body against hers. As he braced himself over her a fiery heat scorched her body with the two of them naked, so close, yet not quite touching.

"I don't, either," she whispered, and lifted her head, wanting more than just teasing.

Jake was the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on. He was also one hell of a good partner. If there was something igniting between the two of them that was stronger than the lust surging through her body right now, she wanted to explore it.

Would Jake really want to try to have a relationship with her?

Was that something she was willing to consider?

Jake caught her gaze and held on to it as he ran his hand up her body, adding to the heat already boiling her alive. Wherever he touched her, sparks ignited just under her flesh, building the pressure between her legs. They stared at each other, and she watched his pupils dilate. The way he watched her made her believe her thoughts must have been written all over her face.

"I want this to work." He made the promise as he pressed his cheek to hers, forcing her head to the side, then began nipping at her neck. His teeth scraped over her sensitive flesh. "You won't regret this."

Angela wanted to curl her toes. She wanted to lift her body off the bed and press it against his. She ached to wrap her legs around him, force him down, and draw him deep inside her.

Jake cupped her breast, wrapping his long fingers around her flesh. When he tugged and at the same time pinched her nipple, sharp streaks shot through her.

"I'm not so far," she gasped. Angela grabbed him, digging her nails deep into solid muscle, and held on for dear life. She swore she saw the lightning flashes that shot over her body and straight between her legs.

"You're sensitive. I like that." He purred like a satisfied cat and lowered his head, treasuring his new discovery as he began torturing one nipple and then the other.

Jake lapped at her hardened peaks, moistening them, then breathing hot breath over her puckered flesh until she swore she'd melt underneath him. But as he eased himself down, moving with the skilled prowess of a seasoned hunter ready to enjoy the spoils of his riches, his hard, swollen dick brushed against her leg.

Angela dragged her fingers through his hair, lifting her head and watching as he sucked her breasts. Such a simple act, yet capable of doing things to her that sent her insides spiking to dangerous levels. The pulsing between her legs, the heat scouring her alive, and the pressure that continued building until she was positive she'd explode any moment brought her both pleasure and pain.

Jake didn't hurt her. Even when he dragged his teeth over her nipples, creating sensations that rippled over her body, she held his head firmly where it was, demanding silently that he continue with what he was doing.

He continued feasting on her breasts. Angela wasn't paying attention to how she squirmed and moved her hips, anxious to relieve the pressure but enjoying every minute of it building. Jake slipped his hand down her belly, caressing her flesh until he cupped her pussy. His dick did a wicked dance against her leg as he parted her soaked flesh and groaned.

"You're so wet," he said, scorching her with his hot breath when he spoke with her nipple in his mouth. "Angela," he breathed.

With every caress, every kiss, ever tender bite, Jake tortured her worse than he'd ever know. All the feelings and sensations wrapped around one another until she couldn't separate them. When he sunk his fingers deep inside her, Angela gritted her teeth, fighting not to let go but knowing at the same time she would lose the battle. He moved his fingers, twisting them and caressing her insides until he found that spot.

It was a spot Angela wasn't sure had ever been touched before. "Jake!" she howled, slapping her hands on the bed beside her. "God! Crap!" she howled, arching into him as wave after wave of pressure released inside her.

"That's it, sweetheart. Come for me. God, you're beautiful." His words floated toward her.

She thought her eyes were opened, but as flashes of colors erupted before her, warm lavenders that quickly exploded into bright, radiant mahoganies, she blinked, aching to see him watch her. When she managed to focus, the sight of his face created another sensation that damn near did her in. Angela wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Her orgasm continued releasing as he thrust his fingers deeper inside her, twisting them so his knuckles scraped the sensitive soaked flesh that clamped down against them. But the expression on his face, the way his eyes glowed with awe and adoration, and the slight grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth when he caught her staring at him created yet another, different type of sensation that constricted around her heart.

"I want you," she gasped, and watched his green eyes grow brighter.

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. You just came really hard."

She loved the sound of his baritone. And the way the corner of his mouth turned up, making his grin crooked, gave him a roguish look that was as hot as what he was doing to her body.

It was hard to talk, but she didn't want to wait. Angela lifted her hand, which felt lighter than the air, and curved into him as she reached for his dick. When he slipped his fingers out of her, trying to stop her, the sigh that slipped out of her made him pause. At the same time, it allowed her to reach for him.

"Now," she whispered, her voice scratchy.

Chapter Fifteen

Jake swore his eyes rolled back in his head when Angela wrapped her warm fingers around his cock. He grabbed her wrist, ready to tell her she wouldn't get her wish if she touched him like that much longer. But she tugged, and every inch of him lurched from the pressure that tightened his balls and made it impossible to speak.

"Turnabout is fair play," she said, her soft, alluring tone still husky from her orgasm.

Jake glared at her, or tried to, but her soft smile and the radiant glow on her face simply added to the gentle torture session she administered. He couldn't remember when he'd last gone so long without having sex. Although he didn't regret turning down the many offers he'd received before leaving California, it made him more vulnerable than he'd ever felt before.

Something told him it wasn't from lack of sex, though. His vulnerability wasn't physical but from raw emotions, feelings that were too exposed. With a word, a wrong look, an indifferent action, Angela would destroy him. He'd never been this exposed to a woman before. She controlled everything about him. He swore he wouldn't be able to breathe if he didn't know beforehand that she was safe and happy. When had everything about Angela started mattering more than anything else in his life?

Angela loosened her grip, which allowed a small amount of oxygen to return to his brain, but then her fingers began caressing his shaft. Slowly, deliberately, and with the most temptuous gaze on her face, Angela pulled his dick, commanding his movements with the slightest of gestures.

"You're either climbing on top or rolling on your back," she informed him, and pressed her thumb into the sensitive flesh just below his swollen tip.

Jake hissed in a breath, trying again to grab her wrist, remove her hand so he could regain control of the situation. It was all he could do to reach next to them, to the floor where their clothes were in a pile, and find the condoms in his shorts pocket.

She grinned. "Apparently I'm not the only one with sensitive parts of the body." She was gloating, completely in control, and rubbing it in his face.

Jake growled. It was the best he could do. She might think him nothing more than a Neanderthal, but at the moment he didn't care. There was only one thing he could do, and with what little oxygen nestled in his brain it sounded like the perfect plan to him.

Jake pulled her hand from his dick, lifting himself over her as he pushed her hand over her head and kept it there. "You asked for this, darling," he informed her, taking her legs and bringing them up to his chest. He ripped one of the packages open with his teeth and freed the lubricated latex. If she was surprised at his skills in slipping it over his dick while keeping his attention on her, she didn't show it.

He let go, leaving her feet to rest on his shoulders as his dick found her entrance. The heat radiating from inside her worked as a magnet, drawing him closer. She would never know how she still controlled the situation in spite of him cheating and taking advantage of being bigger and stronger than she was.

His cock weighed half a ton. His balls were pinched so tight the pain streaked right up the middle of him, like an intense flame scalding his insides. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure too intense to describe but one that robbed him of all senses other than burying himself deep within her tight, soaked, slick walls. He wanted to know that pleasure more than he wanted his next breath.

"You're not playing fair," he heard her say.

Angela twisted underneath him, moving her legs so that her silky smooth skin brushed against his chest and arms. But it was that soaked heat, that promise of pleasure, that took over his brain. Her pussy pressed against his balls and the underside of his dick, and Jake's entire world turned upside down.

He gave into the control she possessed over him, wanting nothing more than to see her satisfied. Angela nibbled her lower lip, watching him. And he saw her through a thick haze of lust. All that dark hair of hers that had managed to loosen from the knot at the back of her head now pooled around her face. She was the goddess of all temptresses, the vision of all that was beautiful, and the woman who would do him in.

Jake didn't want to think beyond the lust. He didn't want to let the emotions and feelings that simmered just under his sense of reality surface and cause him to think about more than incredible sex. But he couldn't help it. Jake had no desire to share with her the depths of his promiscuous path in life before meeting her. But if she would have him, by God, Jake would swear to her that he'd make her happy as long as they were together. If she would only agree, he knew neither of them would ever regret it.

"You might be bigger and stronger," she informed him, twisting again underneath him. One of her legs slid down his arm, and she wrapped it around his waist, nudging his spine with the heel of her foot and trying desperately to bring them closer together. "But I have a few tricks of my own."

Angela rubbed her pussy against his dick, stroking him with all that soaked heat. Something made his focus clear. It had to be her grin. She stared up at him, smiling as her eyes danced with amusement and enjoyment. The look on her face hit him too hard. It shouldn't have. Grinning and laughing during sex were natural. It was fun, pleasurable, a way to express feelings that otherwise might never be voiced. And it hit Jake harder than if he'd just been punched in the gut that this was a type of sex he'd never enjoyed before.

"Angela," he breathed, wanting to share his revelation. The words weren't there. The emotion was too new, too raw.

But she smiled. She ran her fingers over his flesh, stroking and learning his body while her eyes glowed and her cheeks remained flushed with a shade of red richer than a perfect dark wine. Jake couldn't remember ever watching a woman smile, let alone laugh, when he fucked her. They were always posed, their expressions tight and their full lips puckered into a pouting expression as they grunted and hissed vulgar comments, encouraging him until he came.

Had he ever made a woman come and then not cared if he received the same favor? How many firsts were there with this woman?

Jake didn't want to think about what he'd done, or hadn't done, with any other woman. There was no point dwelling on the simple truth that until this moment he'd never truly understood the pleasure given from making love. The reason was so clear it slapped him in the face with the truth of it.

"You're beautiful." He pushed his dick inside her, feeling like a fool for failing so miserably in expressing what he felt inside.

"And you're gorgeous," she said, but then cried out when his dick slid deep into her heat.

He filled her, stretched her, and drowned in the intense fire that wrapped around him and throbbed as so many tiny muscles threatened to suffocate the life out of him. There wasn't any stopping it. Usually when he did a lady for the first time he asked her if she liked it fast or slow. This wasn't doing a lady for the first time, though. This was Angela, the woman he feared had just stolen his heart and damn well knew she'd done it.

"God, yes! Oh damn!" Angela wrapped her legs around Jake, clinging to his shoulders with her hands, as a moist sheen made her flesh glow.

"You feel so good." He wanted to tell her, share with her how perfect this was. As desperately as he'd wanted her since the moment he'd met her, Jake never knew it was because this was where he belonged.

He should be terrified. This was when men hauled ass, clinging to their bachelorhood and determined to hold on to what they considered freedom. Jake wasn't sure why any man would feel that way. Not if they experienced what Jake was feeling right now. Any man in his right mind would know, the moment he plunged into the woman who felt different than all the others, the instant he felt that tug that lured him into her heat as if he were finally coming home, that nowhere would feel as right as this did. Jake knew without bothering to give it more thought that Angela was the woman for him. He wasn't losing a damn thing.

As he plunged into her heat, soaking his balls and wanting more of Angela with each thrust, he swore he finally was free. He'd found his other half and wouldn't have to worry about being single ever again.

Jake blinked, doing his best to focus on Angela as she tightened around him, searing him alive with that hot, incredible pussy of hers. Her smile was still there, but she panted, her face and body glowing as her breasts bounced from their lovemaking.

"Don't stop," she said on a breath, searching his face as she reached for him. "Please, just keep doing that."

"That feels good?" He wasn't going too fast, but it wasn't painfully slow, either.

"You have no idea," she murmured, her thick lashes bobbing over her eyes and finally draping them as she closed her mouth and smiled. Angela hummed, dragging her nails over his chest as if she branded him, marking him with some invisible signature that would forever make him hers.

"Tell me." If he knew her thoughts, had a clue that this was as incredible for her as it was for him, maybe he could find the words he needed to say.

"You feel so good," she said quickly, letting the words spill out of her as she exhaled. "It's better than good." Her fingernails scraped over his shoulders. "Jake, it's perfect."

"Open your eyes." He watched her lashes flutter again.

"It's thick, just long enough. I don't know. It's perfect." The words spilled out of her again, and her lashes kept fluttering.

"Angela." His blood was boiling. The intensity of keeping this pace, focusing on it because it was what she wanted, antagonized him. There wasn't a better form of torture in the world, but nonetheless the tightness in his balls was hint enough his time was about up. "Sweetheart, look at me," he said again.

She stared up at him, her mouth twitching as her breathing grew raspier. The pressure was growing inside her again. He'd bet it was hitting that breaking point just as it was with him. If there was anything he would take from his years of enjoying so many different ladies it was knowing how to read when they were about to climax. Angela was right there.

"Come with me," he told her, watching her gaze shift as she stared into his eyes. "Let go and let me take you over the edge." He never spoke that way when he fucked other ladies. With Angela it felt right, though.

And when she gave him another one of those toothy grins he wasn't sure he'd make it until she climaxed. "You're tight, darling, and so wet. Feel how you cling to me. I want you to come so hard that you drain my entire soul into you."

"Okay," she gasped. "Go faster," she added, barely able to speak as she tried to breathe.

She didn't have to suggest it twice. Jake impaled her and she arched into the thrust, her round, perfect breasts bouncing and her nipples so hard his mouth watered at the sight. But it was her tight pussy, so silky smooth like hot velvet. He thrust deeper, feeling himself swell.

Heat deep inside him began spreading as she soaked him, drenching his balls, his cock, and every inch of her. They were so hot together, so damned perfect. The friction would burn him alive, but at the same time he wished it would never end. There wasn't any stopping it, though, now that they'd started climbing. The sensations that sweltered inside him, tumbling over one another until the explosion was imminent, tore him apart.

Jake threw his head back as every inch of him hardened and finally broke free. He came harder than he'd ever come in his life. If the condom survived their lovemaking session he'd be damned surprised.

"Oh my God!" Angela said, still breathing hard. "You're amazing. Lord, that was the best..." Her words trailed off and she didn't look up at him.

"We're amazing." He tried not to swell with pride over the words she almost had said. There wasn't any way he would force her to finish her sentence. In truth, if she had, it would only be fair to tell her she was the best he'd ever had as well.

He rolled to his side, needing to remove the condom that did somehow manage to stay on him but wanting just a minute to cuddle with her. "Once we catch our breath, we need to shower."

"I won't argue with you there." She turned to her side, resting her head on his shoulder as she placed her hand over his heart. "We should get moving," she added, but relaxed even more next to him.

It would take nothing to fall asleep with her in his arms. She felt so good there, every inch of her warm, her flesh glowing, and her hair tumbling past her shoulder and over his arm. He wanted to hold her, search for something to say that would bring out her thoughts and feelings at the moment.

As his head cleared, though, and oxygen slowly began filling his brain, Jake knew discussing any of his feelings at this point would make him sound like an idiot. They just had some really hot sex. Maybe to him it was truly making love, bonding them together and pulling them into a much closer, tighter relationship than they'd been in prior. It would be easier to show her that he felt that way instead of trying to put all of that into words. Somehow he'd keep her by his side. He wasn't sure how at the moment, but it wasn't something that needed to be talked out right now, either. Right now they would shower and bring each other up-to-date.

"Come on, sweetheart," he said, pulling both of them to a sitting position.

Angela remained completely sated, allowing him to move her but making no effort to do anything but remain cuddled next to him. "I am," she said, then sighed. "I guess it's time for the real world now, right?"

Something tightened in his gut. Even as he let go of her and let her move to the end of the bed, where she stood, stretched, and showed off how sexy she looked, basking from incredible sex, he wanted to pull her back into his arms. What they'd just shared had been real.

"That's funny. I don't remember leaving the real world." He stood, staring at her round ass and how her hips were slender but not too thin. Her narrow waist and flat tummy were firm but not gaunt. When she looked over her shoulder at him, gathering her hair and once again twisting it into a knot at the back of her head, the silhouette of her in the dark showed off how hard her nipples were.