But again, she had absolutely no resolve when it came to Jake.
As he covered her mouth with his, she was already reaching between them, fumbling with the zipper of his trousers. He felt so heavy on top of her, his muscular chest pressing against her breasts, one firm thigh jammed between her legs. He ground his lower body into hers, triggering a flurry of shivers in her body. Her clit swelled and throbbed, and she lifted her hips, shamelessly rubbing against the bulge beneath his trousers, straining to get closer.
Her hand shook as she released his zipper. A strangled moan slipped out when his cock, hard and thick, sprang into her palm. No boxers. Evidently Jake’s preference for going commando hadn’t changed.
“Oh that’s it, sweetheart, wrap your fingers around me,” he choked out.
She encircled his shaft and gave it a small tug. Jake let out a groan and kissed her again, his tongue seeking hers.
Bree’s entire body was on fire, her vision nothing but a hazy cloud of turned on. Jake shoved the hem of her dress up to her belly and clawed at the waistband of her bikini panties, shoving the silky material down her legs. There was no foreplay, no preamble. One second she was stroking his cock, the next he was pushing her hand away, covering himself with a condom he must have brought with him, and sliding into her wet channel with one smooth glide.
Bree moaned at the feel of his cock stretching her, filling her. The floor beneath her back was cold. Unforgiving, just like Jake’s frantic thrusts. He braced both hands on either side of her and drew his hips back, then plunged in again, fucking her so hard, so deep, she thought she would die of pleasure.
She hadn’t been fucked like this since…since Jake, she realized. The lovers who’d followed him had treated her like she was a fragile piece of china, fearful she might break, but Jake had never been timid. Slow, fast, rough, gentle—he’d mastered it all, though at the moment, rough seemed to be his method of choice.
Maybe it made her a total slut, but she loved every freaking second of it, every hard thrust and rough caress. Wrapping her legs around his trim waist, she dug her heels into his taut ass and lost herself in the desperate sensations coursing through her body. God, they were still fully dressed, but that only made the entire tryst hotter, dirtier, more exciting.
Each stroke sent her closer to the edge, each tongue-tangling kiss had her moaning with abandon.
“Come for me,” he rasped. “I’m too fucking close. You’ve gotta come now, sweetheart.”
Another thing Jake had always excelled at—making her come on command. The second the hoarse words escaped his mouth, an orgasm pounded into her, sizzling through her blood and throbbing between her legs. Each spasm sent pulses of heat to her clit, her nipples, her core. Her inner muscles gripped his cock, squeezing hard as she came in a white-hot rush.
“Fuck yeah,” Jake groaned. “I’m coming.”
Bree felt it the moment his climax seized his body. His cock twitched and throbbed inside her, his thrusts becoming shallow, erratic. His teeth dug into her bare shoulder as he came, and the sting of pain mingled with the pleasure flooding her body.
Jake’s chest heaved as he sucked in a ragged breath. The thudding of his heart vibrated against her breasts, matching the frenzied gallop of her own pulse.
As they both recovered from their respective orgasms, Bree suddenly became extremely aware of their surroundings. Lord. They’d done it on the freaking floor of the freaking restaurant. Like animals in heat. Jake was the only man who could make her forget her environment, who robbed her of all common sense, and as the aftereffects of release slowly drained from her body, she felt like kicking herself for what she’d just done.
Jake, on the other hand, looked mighty pleased with himself. Gray eyes burning with residual lust, he withdrew with one smooth motion and sat up. “Fuck, Bree, how are we still so good together?”
“I don’t know,” she confessed, a frown marring her mouth.
Swallowing, she pulled her dress down and fumbled for her discarded panties. Without meeting his eyes, she wiggled into her underwear and staggered to her feet. Her skin was scorching hot, her clit still swollen and achy, and she couldn’t fight a pang of embarrassment. What was the matter with her? How had they gone from dinner to floor gymnastics in a matter of minutes?
Why didn’t she possess a single ounce of control when it came to this man?
Tucking his cock back into his pants, Jake zipped up and shot her a knowing grin. “Told you this would happen.”
Her frown deepened. “You don’t have to look so smug about it.”