At twenty years old Lake Heart has only been with one guy. She’s inexperienced in all things male related, but that doesn’t stop her from wanting Reese. He’s ex-military, powerful, and he makes her feel wholly feminine.
Reese Jordan’s marriage was broken from the very beginning, but for the last two years he tried to make it work. When he signs the divorce papers he doesn’t expect to feel this intense arousal for Lake, and she is over a decade younger than he is.
When one night of drunkenness leads to Lake and Reese sleeping together, the repercussions could ruin everything. But Reese wants Lake, no matter who thinks it’s wrong.
Be Warned: rimming
“Yesterday I couldn’t stop staring at you, Lake, couldn’t stop looking at the lushness of your mouth, the way you are so fucking beautiful,” he said close to her lips. He lifted his hand and touched her bottom lip, stroking it, as if mesmerized. “And then I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to kiss you, stroke you, have my mouth on every part of your body.”
She was so wet, and her clit throbbed in time with her heart.
“I shouldn’t want you, not because you aren’t drop dead gorgeous, so fucking smart and sweet, but because of the many other things that stand in the way of this.”
Yeah, she knew what he meant, knew her age, the family, all of that could cause problems. But she didn’t want this to end.
“But I’m not going to stop,” he said, his gaze still on her lips. “I can’t.” He looked at her, his eyes at half-mast, almost drugged-like. “I want you, Lake.” He slid his hand over her shoulder, down her arm, over her belly, and finally stopped between her legs. She was frozen, stunned that he touched her so intimately. The move was so sudden, so powerful, that she actually pressed her body, her pussy, down on his hand, seeking more pressure.
“That’s it,” he said softly, leaning a little closer to her mouth until she felt his lips rub along hers. He pushed the material of her lounge pants down and cupped her pussy again. She still wore her panties.
He started moving his fingers gently over her clit and pussy lips, having a gasp leaving her at the amount of pleasure coursing through her. In an instant he had her panties pushed down her thighs. When he had his bare hand on her exposed slit her toes curled and a small cry left her. His fingers were thick, big and long, and his skin so very hot.
He moved them into her room by forcing her to walk backward using his body. When they were inside he closed the door, pushed her back up against the wall, and breathed out heavily.
“I want you so fucking badly, baby, even if it seems a little wrong.” He took possession of her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue was like silk against hers, demanding, probing, dominating. And the hand he still had between her thighs was like fire, scorching her, inflaming her, and having her feel like she’d burn alive. He used his thumb to rub circles against her throbbing clit while he kissed her. This kiss was fierce and urgent. It was exactly how she felt at the moment.