I Only Have Eyes for You (Page 64)

She’d seduced Jake McCann before, and she was beyond excited about seducing her fiance again. Especially after he’d showed her his new tattoo last night, a Celtic knot that symbolized the never-ending path of life, faith…and love. He’d had the artist thread her name through the design, worn right over his heart.

Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell instead of using her key.

Jake opened the door a few seconds later, a dumbfounded yet lustful expression on his face. “Sophie?”

She’d never forget that night in Napa when she’d stood on a different doorstep and begged to come inside. “I know you think you need to be careful with me, but the doctor said I’m fully healed now.” Her voice grew husky. “I need you, Jake. Badly.”

He pulled her inside and she was immediately enveloped in his delicious heat, but despite the fact that he clearly wanted her just as much as she wanted him, she could tell from the hard set of his mouth—and the fact that he was keeping a bit of distance between their bodies—that he was going to be a hard sell.

Well, she’d just picked her battle. And there was no way he was going to win this one, thank you very much.

“Stop trying to deny it, Jake,” she said in a husky voice. “You need this just as much as I do.”

He didn’t argue with her, just simply said, “I’ll make you come, princess, over and over, as many times as you need.” He looked like he was about to burst with the need to do just that. “But I can’t be rough with you. Not if it means hurting you again.”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” she told him in a soft voice. “You’re trying to make all the decisions for both of us again. But it’s not going to work.” Heat jumped into his eyes, along with the emotion he no longer tried to hide from her. “I want you exactly the way you are. Rough around the edges. Commanding. Exciting.” She licked her lips. “And I’m willing to do anything to prove it to you.”

She worked to control the laughter that threatened to spill out at how adorable he was as he tried to fight the inevitable.

“You’ll do anything to prove it to me?” His expression had finally changed back to the wicked lover she’d begun to miss lately.

“Anything,” she repeated as she reached for the buttons on the front of her dress and began to undo them. Jake’s eyes held hope, desire, and so much love in them that it took her breath away as she pulled open the front of her dress.

She loved the way her name fell as a ragged plea from his lips, loved the way his eyes ate up the fullness of her much-larger-than-usual br**sts, the swell of her stomach. She pushed the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

“I’m yours, Jake.”

* * *

Sophie was everything to Jake. Despite all the ways he’d been longing to take her in the past two months, he’d known going slow, easy and gentle, was what she needed as she healed from her surgery. They had forever to make their way through everything else he wanted to do with her.

Tonight, however, he could see she needed—and was finally ready for—more.

Thank God.

The air was already heavy with desire, and the promise of incredible pleasure. He loved the way her body felt against his as he pulled her into his arms. The softness of her skin, the gorgeous swell of her br**sts against his chest, her rounded stomach pressing against his hips. She was his perfect fit in every way, the only woman he could have ever dared to be completely honest and open with.

And the only one he ever wanted in his bed again.

He scooped her up into his arms and she wound her arms around his neck, laughing as he carried her into the bedroom. “You’re going to have to start lifting weights soon if you want to keep doing this.”

He pressed a kiss to her stomach as he laid her down on the bed, almost knocking over the pile of colorful children’s books on the side table. He and Sophie had a standing date at the bookstore once a week to select books for their children. He could hardly believe it, but he actually enjoyed reading when Sophie was in his arms, and he couldn’t wait for their children to be there too. The fact that his little girl and his little boy were growing inside of Sophie still blew his mind.

Jake ripped his clothes off in record time, then moved into her outstretched arms. She offered him her mouth and she tasted so sweet he had to take and take and take, even though he’d been planning to do nothing but give. He cupped her breast with one hand, her hips with the other. God, how he loved filling his hands with her, could spend hours running his fingertips over every inch of her skin. Even better was the way she begged for him to do more than touch.

His thumb caressed her breast and when she begged, “Jake, please,” against his lips, he was too close to the edge himself to make her plead any more than that.

Every time they made love, Jake gave silent thanks for the way she opened not just her body, but her heart to him. Later, he’d use his hands, his mouth, to slowly bring her to the edge—then over—again and again. He finally believed in forever.

But he needed her now.

Cupping her face in his hands, he crushed her mouth beneath his as their bodies became one. Their limbs were wrapped tightly around each other as they moved with each other in the perfect rhythm they’d always had, until he was swallowing her gasp of pleasure in a wild kiss as he fell with her over the edge.

Jake was certain nothing could be more amazing than lying with Sophie after they’d made love, with her nestled into the crook of his shoulder, her hand laid over his heart, his on her stomach. But then, he felt it, a ripple of movement under his palm.