“No, not a lawyer,” she answered truthfully. “Let go of me.”
He did immediately and she let out a sigh of relief.
However, he wasn’t finished yet.
“Do you want me?” he asked, bracing himself for her reply.
“Yes.” She cringed and glared at him. “Please stop that.”
A swell of dark pleasure moved through him at the answer. He studied her for a long moment. His gaze flitted from her beautiful but strained face down her luscious body, her long bare legs, then back up again.
He struggled to breathe as he willed himself to ask the question he desperately needed the answer to. “Are you in love with me?”
“Yes.” Immediately, her eyes bugged with shock at her reply.
Yes? She’d said yes?
He was so stunned by the answer that he couldn’t speak for a moment.
Amanda was in love with him. She’d answered truthfully—she had to. He wasn’t sure what answer he’d expected, but he hadn’t expected one so certain and decisive.
She looked distraught. “Dammit, Jacob. Why are you doing this?”
“Do you hate me for making you answer that question?” he managed.
“No,” she replied, averting her gaze.
Amanda tried to keep her emotions in check. To have everything she was feeling out on the table must have made her feel incredibly exposed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not really very fair, is it?”
“No, it’s not.” She swallowed and her eyes locked with his.
“Do you want to go back to the party right now?”
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
That truthful answer was a surprise. Even more of a surprise when she placed her hands flat against his chest. Her full, red lips were slightly parted and there was no mistaking the expression of desire on her face.
He ran his hands down the sides of her waist and hips before he raised his gaze to hers again.
“Do you want me to make love to you right now? Right here?”
“Yes.”
“We’re alone right now, but anyone could walk back here at any moment.”
“I don’t care.” She touched his face, his cheekbones, forehead, jawline, his lips. The heat from her fingers seared into him.
“Say it out loud,” he breathed. “Just so we don’t have any misunderstandings.”
“Make love to me, Jacob. Right here. Right now.”
His mouth met hers again and he kissed her long and slow and it grew deeper and harder. His hard cock strained painfully against the front of his jeans.
This wasn’t normal, this way he burned for her. It wasn’t average, the way his body ached for her. It was magical. He wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever known before and the thought actually scared him with its intensity.
She could hear the truth of his thoughts, he saw it in her eyes.
“I want you,” she managed. “So much.”
She made a small sound of protest when he pulled away from her touch.
“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“Nothing,” he said. “Everything. Damn, I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what’s right, what’s wrong. What’s real and what’s not. And I don’t really care.”
He took her hand and led her over to his car, kissing her deeply as his hands moved up her warm silky thighs under her dress. She gasped against his lips as he brushed his fingers against her panties. He couldn’t help but grin.
“You’re already wet for me,” he observed.
She just nodded.
He glanced around to ensure they were still alone, then made short work of the panties, pulling the lacy bit of fabric down her long, lean legs. She pressed up against the hood of his car. He didn’t normally like it when anybody touched the machine, let alone sat on it, but he was willing to make a very big exception for Amanda.
He pushed up the gauzy material of her dress to bare her smooth legs. She didn’t protest at all as his hands moved up her thighs, followed by his mouth as he left a trail of kisses on her creamy flesh. He pushed the dress up high enough to expose her glistening sex to the night air and silver moonlight.
“Damn,” he said, overwhelmed by the feel of her, the scent of her, and when he swept his tongue over her hot sweet core and she bucked against him, the desire only grew. She was soft and wet and tasted like dark honey. He moved his tongue over her again, feeling her hands clutching at his shoulders and upper back.
She began making a low keening sound deep in her throat that only served to make him go slower, tasting her deeply, before sliding his tongue along her inner lips and circling her clit. His hands kneaded her thighs, pressing them wider apart, before he moved his right hand to her wet cleft, slowly sliding two fingers inside her while he continued to stroke his tongue over that delicious pink bud.
“Jacob!” she gasped, and then let out a harsh cry as he felt a shudder ripple through her entire body.
He wanted more. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough. But she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him, openmouthed, wet and deep.
“I guess I can’t pretend that I don’t want you anymore,” she whispered. “The proof is in the mind-shattering orgasm.”
“You can pretend,” he replied hoarsely. “But I might not believe you.”
She kissed his mouth and chin and down his throat, working her hands up under his shirt. He was so hard it was painful, and when she unzipped his pants and pulled him free, he nearly came as she slid her tongue over the head of his shaft.
He swore loudly and he saw her smile at that.
“Not just dreaming now, are we?” she asked.
He shook his head, feeling the sweat breaking out on his forehead. He tried to control himself as she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking him in slow, even strokes from the base to tip. She held him firmly in one hand while the other caressed his balls. When she ran her tongue over them each in turn he almost exploded.