Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2) (18 page)

“I still dream about that night Bro.” I flick my eyes over to meet his and he nods back at me, the look on his face telling me that he remembers the anguish of that night too. “I’ll kill any fucker that so much as breathes on her again, so don’t tell me to chill because it’s not possible.”

He squeezes my shoulder in acknowledgment and looks out over the dance floor to where our girls are already getting plenty of attention.

J
ust like that first night, I am mesmerised by her. She’s not an extrovert, or someone who dances provocatively but I know damn well that I’m not the only guy here checking out the way her hips are moving to the music.

She stands out even more because of the simple, yet understatedly sexy clothing, she is wearing. She may be surrounded by women in designer dresses but she eclipses them all in her simple jeans and shirt.

Watching her dance with Liv has a weird effect on my body. My dick throbs with the need to sink inside her again and my stomach churns just waiting for some prick to make a move.

When Liv stands behind Emma and places her hands on her hips, encouraging her to grind into her and putting on a show for every man in the place, my control flies out of the window. I practically barge my way past the rest of our security and onto the dance floor.

I am in front of her within seconds. She has her eyes closed, a smile on her face and her body moves with an innocent grace that is too fucking tempting.

She senses me in front of her and her eyes quickly open, latching onto mine.

There it is. That connection, that pull, that inescapable tether which binds us and cannot be denied.

She takes a step towards me as I take one towards her and the moment our bodies touch, electricity pulses over us landing squarely in my balls.

“I want to dance with you Emmy but I want to fuck you more.”

I can’t help myself and I refuse to wait any longer or I may well spontaneously combust.

So more forcefully than I probably should, I drag her from the dance floor, directly to our private area and back into the restroom.

T
he door clicks behind us and I waste no time in pushing her up against it.

Claiming her with my mouth; sucking on her lips and tongue until I steal the very air from her lungs and I feel her sag against me.

“Tell me Emmy, say it before I fuck you.” I demand to hear the words from her. The ones that soothe the beast that forms inside me any time she is near.

Resolutely but with a shaky breathe she exhales “I’m yours.” The two words that calm the animal inside and set my soul alight.

“Don’t move, place your hands with your palms flat against the door and don’t fucking move.” The words leave me on a growl.

She doesn’t hesitate. Taking a deep but ragged breath she places both her hands, as instructed, against the door and I take a step back in an attempt to cool down.

Her breasts strain against the white cotton of her shirt; I can see the hard points of her nipples through the fabric with every heave of her chest.

“Remember what I said,
do not move.
I want you exactly where you are so I when unbutton your jeans, pull down your knickers and eat you like a man starved, you will have something to lean against when you come on my tongue.”

A slight moan leaves her parted lips and I can see her whole body quiver. My dick likes this response and is so hard right now I could hammer nails with it.

One step forward is all it takes before I drop to my knees on the tiled floor and look up at the woman that owns every part of me; from my cock to my selfish soul.

It’s all hers.

I waste no time in unbuttoning her jeans, I really should drag it out but I’m not playing games, the time for teasing is gone.

I slide them down her thighs and look up into her heavy lidded eyes, before leaning forward and running my tongue, flat and thick, over the satin of her knickers, putting extra pressure exactly where I know her clit is.

Another moan escapes her and I move my head to look at my handy work. The wet path my tongue made, dissects the small scrap of pink fabric, highlighting the shape of the lips I am about to devour.

I blow softly over the wetness, causing her knees to tremble and then I remove her pretty panties in one movement.

I don’t give her chance to adjust before I do exactly as I promised. I’m not gentle as I devour her, using my fingers, tongue and lips to taste every inch, until she’s grinding on my face and begging for release.

I look up to see her eyes are tightly closed and just like a good girl, her palms are still flat against the door.

Sucking her sensitive nub into my mouth, I thrust my fingers one more time into her wet heat and she comes apart, screaming my name loudly.

In other circumstances I would lick and nibble at her, until I brought her down from her orgasm, but my dick might well break the seam of my jeans if I don’t let it out. So I stand quickly, shed my jeans, hitch her leg over my hip and thrust inside her before she’s even opened her eyes.

Fuck. I could die a happy man right here.

I
ache from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. Not a bad ache, it’s the good kind. The well fucked kind.

G
od knows what time it is but I need to pee and Jake’s leg is pinning me to the bed, his arm is draped possessively over my stomach and his hand is grasping my hip.

I turn my head to look at him.

Bloody hell he’s beautiful. I know I’ve said it before and meant it every time but lying here, dark hair sexily mussed, eyes closed, lips slightly parted and his face fully relaxed in sleep, he is downright breathtaking.

L
ast night was….
amazing.

After the, ahem,
incident
in the club restroom, Jake seemed to calm down a little and happily drank with the guys while I danced the night away with Liv. He never took his eyes from me but I did see him laughing and joking with Nate and H, so he definitely relaxed a bit compared to earlier in the night.

When we said goodbye to the gang in our hotel foyer and watched them all leave for their own rooms, he took me back to our suite and made good on his promise to make love to me all night, making me sore in places I never knew existed.

I say make love because when we came back, Jake was different. He was a pure animal in that restroom, taking me, claiming and fucking me until I screamed more than once but when we got back to our bed he was gentle, devoted and made me see stars over and over and over again.

Animal Jake or devoted Jake, either way the sex was mind blowing. Having only ever had an orgasm by my own hand before, I totally get Liv raving about the difference when a guy gives you one and Jake gave me many. So many that I lost count and quite possibly passed out at some time in the early hours.

My man was insatiable.

My man
.

Well if I was his, something he makes me tell him often especially during sex, then that makes him mine.

Mine
.

I get why he likes the word so much. Just thinking of him as all mine brings a smile to my weary face.

Shit, even my face muscles ache but then again that might be because …. Yeah I think it’s obvious why my jaw feels like it’s had a good workout.

T
he need to pee increases the more I come out of slumber, so I attempt to extract myself from his embrace. I’ve barely twitched before his arm across my belly tightens.

“Hmmm where do you think you’re going Emmy?” his voice crackles, both sleep and over exertion obvious.

I look back at his face and even though he hasn’t opened his eyes yet, he wears a content smile.

“If you don’t stop squeezing me I’m going to pee myself.” I go to move his hand and he tightens it further.

“Not letting you go.” He mumbles with his eyes still closed.

“Jake I’m serious, I need the loo.” I half giggle but stop when it puts more pressure on my bladder.

He reluctantly removes his arm; an adorable huff leaves his mouth, like a child that’s had its toy taken away. Who would have thought, this cocky, confident, insanely attractive man would be so possessive over me? I have to admit I find it a real turn on.

From inexperienced, quiet me, to sex mad, brazen, hussy overnight.

I can’t help but wonder what my mother would say about it all.

Oh bugger.

I’ve not even told my Dad that I packed up and left Ibiza, or that I am about to travel the world with Jake.

I’m sure the news is going to go down like a lead balloon and I wonder if I can get away with sending a text.

No. This is my dad. My only ally, protector and love giver in what is otherwise an ice cold home.

He deserves a call at the very least. Doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to it.

A
fter using the loo and having a quick freshen up, I stare at myself under the harsh lights of the ornate bathroom mirror.

My hair is a bedraggled mess. Knots and tangles make me look like
Winnie the Witch
and my eyes are puffy from lack of sleep but it’s my skin that catches my attention. It practically glows.

I wear every ounce of pleasure, received and given, over the last few hours all over me like a beacon.

I should just wear a ‘Thoroughly Well Fucked’ sign across my forehead, it’s that obvious.

Just thinking about the ways Jake pleasured me last night makes my tired legs buckle and encourages the throb to return between them.

God, what is wrong with me? I’m turning into a sex addict!

I go all these years with hardly any interest and then he comes along and suddenly I’m a bloody fiend.

“W
hatcha looking at beautiful?”

Jake appears behind me causing me to gasp at his silent arrival.

“Shit, you scared me.” I clutch my hand to my chest, willing my frantically beating heart, to calm down.

I move to turn towards him and strong arms cage me in on either side, gripping the counter in front of me.

“Don’t move Emmy, just watch. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come undone.”

He looks over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror. Our gazes connect, our eyes unblinking.

Using his chin to push away the hair from the side of my neck, he proceeds to nibble, lick and taste the sensitive skin from my ear to my shoulder, sending shivers through my body.

He smiles at my obvious reaction to him and continues his sensual assault while using one hand to run up and down the outside of my bare legs.

“Jake” his name escapes my lips without warning; it’s sound one of pleading, begging him to do more.

“I’ve got you Emmy, just watch.”

His hand slowly trails across my abdomen before lowering to the apex of my thighs. He uses his foot to widen my stance, opening my legs to his touch. His eyes remain on mine in the mirror as his lips continue to caress my skin and his hand skates closer and closer, to the part of me that aches for him.

A single finger, with a feather light touch, finds my clit and draws small circles around and around, driving me insane with need.

His touch remains gentle, hardly any pressure being used, like a teasing flicker of intense pleasure. I need more.

Looking at our dual reflections in the mirror we appear as one. His mouth on my skin, one hand between my legs and the other now cupping my breast.

It’s the most erotic visual I have ever seen.

My eyes are heavy, my lips barely open and panting slightly, my skin flushed and glistening.

“More Emmy?” His breath whispers in my ear sending electricity down my spine and causing heat to pool low in my belly.

“Yes”, the only word I am able to form between my panting breaths.

His finger continues its delicious assault while his other hand pulls back my leg slightly, bending us both over the counter, forcing me to use my hands to prop myself up.

His eyes are no longer on mine, they are avidly watching the motion of his finger and I use the mirror to do the same.

Bloody hell that’s
hot.

Flicking my eyes back to look at him in the mirror, I catch him watching me, watching him.