Chapter 41

We pass the security guards in the underground parking garage without a second glance. Jake is known to all who work for him; it’s hard not to recognize that face when it graces many magazines and poster boards. I gaze up at him, watching his handsome profile, the smooth curve of his mouth and straight nose, his dark eyebrows over gorgeous mythical green eyes. He makes me tingle when I look at him. So much physical perfection in one person that it’s almost unreal. He doesn’t have a bad side at all, no matter which way you look at him, and I know because lately, I have seen him from every angle.

He slides me into the back of the limo. I note the screen separating us from Jefferson is already up. I budge over so Jake can get in beside me, his hand immediately pulling my legs across his lap as he shuts the door. His arm goes around my shoulders, and he cradles me against him. I get the distinct impression he’s missed me and wants to be as close as possible; I feel the same way. I snake my arm around his chest, resting my head on his shoulder; his other hand comes up to play with my hair.

“Mi sei mancato tanto,” he breathes, kissing me on top of my head. I smile to myself and don’t even ask what he’s said this time; the way he’s muttered it tells me enough: he’s missed me as much as I’ve missed him.

The car journey home is only twenty minutes long. We sit in silence, wrapped together, him stroking my hair and cheek while gazing out of the window, lost in thought, and me reveling in being back in his arms. Listening to the steady beat of his heart under my ear, I run my hand across his abdomen over his shirt; it’s fitted, hinting at the sculpted muscles beneath. He flinches as I tuck a finger through the space between two buttons, tickling his skin. His smile comes around to meet mine with a dark, wicked look in his eye.

“Keep doing that, and we won’t make it home before I strip you naked, bambina.” His voice is gruff, sexy, and devilish. My heartbeat quickens, and my body heats up, revived from my earlier slumber, waiting for something more than kisses and caresses now that I’m fully awake. I bite my lip in anticipation; his eyes move to my mouth, his lips parting. In a mere second, his face changes from a wicked gleam to complete seriousness, pupils dilating. He shifts me onto his lap to straddle him, his hands under my butt, pulling me against him.

“If I even so much as kiss you right now, I’ll lose all control,” he whispers huskily, his mouth hovering tentatively close, our breath tickling one another’s lips; it’s highly sensual. His body stiffens under mine, but he doesn’t break eye contact. “I don’t want to fuck you in the car, dolcezza; I want a long, slow night in bed. It’s all I’ve thought about since I left.” His words send shivers down my spine, my body tingling in longing, and I squirm in his lap, heat radiating from within me.

“You could do both,” I tease with a smile, aching for him to kiss or touch me intimately. With a groan, he tilts his head back against the seat, moving away from mine.

“You’ve no idea the self-control I’m exercising right now. Please don’t say things like that; I’m barely holding on.” His hand comes to my face, slowly stroking down my cheek, then across my bottom lip, his eyes following the progress intensely. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, savoring every second. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay in control, but the growing hardness under me tells me he’s losing the battle. I don’t understand his sudden need to fight it. Jake has never turned down sex in cars; he’s the master of sex anywhere we feel like it. It’s one of the kinky charms he has, no inhibitions about taking me any place he sees fit.

Feeling brave, I grind down on him gently, letting one hand trail up his abdomen over his silky shirt, feeling out the hard curves of muscle underneath, then up to his chest, across one shoulder, and up to his neck before reaching his jaw. As I trace slowly along and up over his mouth, his body leans into me at every touch, his eyes growing heavy with lust. I swoop forward and suck in his bottom lip, gently nibbling before I rub my mouth across his and push the tip of my tongue into his as he parts his lips for me.

He tenses, on the brink of letting go, fascinated by my taking control. It’s something I rarely do. Due to my inexperience and lack of confidence as a lover, he usually initiates everything or at least takes the lead as soon as I do. This time he seems more than happy to let me continue, fighting everything inside him not to throw me down on the seat and make love. It’s highly erotic, the tension and teasing fueling me in a way I have never tried—like a game. And we both know how much Jake loves his games.

“Let’s see how much willpower you really have,” I whisper seductively. Leaning down, I unbutton his shirt, trailing my fingers down the skin of his smooth broad chest as I do so. He shuts his eyes, tilting his head back against the headrest, his arms relaxing around me. He’s trying to disconnect so he doesn’t react, and I giggle inwardly.

He likes games and is extremely competitive, but he hates losing, and I just issued a challenge.

I smirk before bending and trailing my lips across the exposed skin of his chest, my teeth finding his nipple and biting gently. He flinches under me, his abdomen muscles stiffen, his pecs tense, and his manhood twitches under the heat of my pelvis, straining in his pants. This is beyond hot. I’m scorching with desire at this ability to torture him. I yank his shirt open wide and pull it from his waistband, trailing kisses, licks, and nibbles everywhere I can reach.

As I bend low to taste the hard bumps of his amazingly sculpted abdomen, he groans quietly, but it’s not doing enough. Jake’s lost control before and taken me; I want that more than anything right now. I want to win this game and compel him to take me, lost in his desire, to prove that I have that much effect on him.

I slide off his lap to kneel on the floor, pushing his legs apart. Undoing his pants, I glance up and see the flicker of a frown, but he stays still, his eyes still closed. He is trying to be the model of control.

My nerves rise, but I push them down, intent on my chosen path. I can do this; I understand its mechanics, and even though he seems tense and unsure, I want to blow his mind. I free him from his pants and, taking a steadying breath, clasp his erect shaft in my hands before lowering my mouth and sliding him into my parted lips.

He’s hot and hard and large; the intimacy and sensation are new to me, and desire overtakes me. I suck gently and enjoy the taste of his skin, the feel of his manhood in my mouth, and the power it gives me. I’m surprised by my lack of gag reflex as I slide it as far back as I can, encouraged by the stifled moans coming from his throat. The heat inside my body swells and surges and awakens every sexual urge I have.

He moans heavily and slides down the seat slightly; his hands grasp my head and tangle in my hair. I take this as encouragement and begin to move up and down, licking and teasing, sucking and swirling around as much of him as I can manage, fascinated that doing this not only makes him harder but makes me hotter for him. Every suck pushes a pulse deep inside my body, causing the warmth to flood between my thighs. He’s longer than I’m capable of fitting completely in my mouth and fuller than is comfortable, but somehow it only adds to my raging desire.

His legs move, and his knees come up slightly, indicating he’s struggling to stay still and calm. He mutters my name, barely above a whisper, yet I continue, sucking harder, empowered by every new squirm and moan coming from him. I must be doing something right as his dick tenses and twitches inside my mouth deliciously. I wonder if this means he’s close to cumming, and as much as I want to experience that, I don’t want to give him that relief when this game relies on him losing control and taking me. I pull away and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand; pretending to yawn, I raise my arms and stretch as though I’ve just woken up.

“Maybe I’ll just take a little nap,” I sigh, watching evilly as his eyes snap open and focus on me intently.

Holy crap, I’ve never seen him look so primal.

“Fuck that shit,” he sounds enraged; bending, he grabs me under my arms and yanks me up, throwing me onto the seat onto my back. I let out a squeal. Within seconds he’s on top of me, yanking up my dress and ripping my panties off—another pair lost at the hands of Carrero. There’s no foreplay, no soft kisses or teasing; he’s just inside me within seconds, his hunger pushing all traces of sanity away, and he’s grinding into me with unleashed fever. I writhe and arch under him, burning with how this feels, my head meeting the door with aggression as he rams into me again, using his feet against the other side to lever his thrusts into me.

I like it. I like this hard, almost violent way he’s screwing me, his need overtaking all rational thought and gentleness. This is a new side to him, and I want more, a desire so raging that he needs to take me as fast as he can before he self-combusts. His hands come up, pinning my wrists to the seat beside my head, holding me down almost savagely, his face buried in my neck. My legs are around his waist, his pants causing friction because he’s barely pulled them down, but it all adds to its exoticness. For the first time, in the many sessions of having sex with Jake, this feels like I’m just being banged without emotion, and the contrast is mind-blowing. Hot, hard, and fast, I’m surprised by how quickly my body reacts, coming grandly in seconds, unable to stay sane when he is literally ravishing me. He follows shortly with his own climax, then slumps on top of me, panting.

“Emma… Jesus!” He leans up with a weak smile. “That’s not how I intended our reunion sex to be.” His eyes have lost that darkness and are now soft, hazy, and relaxed. I grin back at him, beaming.

Immensely proud of myself and the way I just played the king!

“I thought you were the master of second rounds,” I tease, issuing another challenge.

“Trust me. There will be a lot more when I get you out of here. And it won’t be so fast or so goddamn fevered. You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted this, bambina.” He grins, shaking his head at my ability to undo him. “Who knew my little icy Emma could be such a hot little seductress? You’re starting to get too good at this and outmaneuvering the master.” He kisses my mouth and helps me sit up, pulling my dress down before sorting himself back into his pants. He bends and retrieves my torn lace panties, waving them triumphantly.

“I should stop collecting these, or else I will need a spare room to keep them all.”

“You need to stop ripping my underwear off, or soon I’ll have to go commando from necessity,” I joke, catching the bit of lace in his hand and yanking it free. I shove it into his inside pocket with a wink. I’m rewarded with a smile that makes me want to bite his lip again.

Who am I kidding? I want him again already.

“Baby, I’ll buy you as much lingerie as you want. Just show me what you like. I’m more than happy to keep ripping it off.” He grins, then glances out the heavily tinted window. “I think maybe we should get out of the car and head upstairs if you want a round two,” he points out, and it’s only then I realize the car is motionless.

“When did we stop?” I ask in surprise, wondering if Jefferson is even still in the driver’s seat. That would be beyond awkward, with no engine to drown out what we just did.

“During that mind-blowing oral,” Jake answers with a grin, pushing the door open. I notice Jefferson standing a few feet away at the elevator, patiently holding my bag and shoes, and flush with embarrassment.

Oh, my God, does he know what we were doing?

It sends a blush rushing through me.

At least that means he wasn’t in the car when Jake was having sex with me but did that mean he was outside instead, watching the car rock? And judging by the sheer aggressive nature of what Jake was doing, I guess the car had to be rocking pretty badly. Oh, my God.

I almost die inside with embarrassment.

“That’s something I haven’t seen for a while,” Jake says, looking at me intently. There’s no sign of embarrassment on him at all, just the smirking confidence of a guy who just got laid.

“What?”

“That awkward Emma blush. Soon you’ll be back to twirling your hair and chewing your bottom lip; I miss those little Emmaisms.” He leans forward and plants a kiss on my mouth before sliding out of the car. Taking his outstretched hand, I move along the seat and get out, holding my skirt down, so I don’t flash the poor driver with my panty-less self.

“You used to get mad at me for doing that!” I pout accusingly, and then I frown in confusion. “I didn’t realize I’d stopped doing any of them.”

After years of trying to master those nervous habits, have they really just gone away?

“I hated that I made you stressed, dolcezza. And you stopped the second I told you I loved you, bambina.” He grins and pulls me into his arms, lifting me again on the way to the elevator. “Guess you don’t have anything to be uptight over anymore, and this time it was caused by something way more fun.” He kisses me on top of my head and carries me home.