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  "Liz? Jake. We're ... thrust ... in the middle ... thrust ... of something ... thrust ... right now.” And he slammed the phone down none too gently.

  "No ... no, Cassie, don't do that,” he gasped out as he felt her internal muscles clenching and releasing around him. Her tongue flicked out to lick his ear and it was too much. Oh sweet Jesus! Grabbing her hips, he drove into her, over and over, totally mindless. Her body started to shudder uncontrollably and she cried out, her contractions milking his cock, and with a frenzied cry muffled against her neck, he exploded inside her, the slamming thrusts of his climax shooting his seed deep within her. He groaned in soul deep, blissful agony, dragging out the pleasure until he felt his legs start to give way. Finally the pumping of his cock eased and he grabbed onto Cass for support while he waited for his laboured breathing to return to normal.

  Getting to the bedroom was going to be a problem now, he could see that. They still had two rooms to go, and at this rate, they'd never make it before he died of ecstasy. He wasn't sure if his legs would even support the both of them anymore, but the thought of pulling out was not an option. His cock agreed. The damn thing was still hard.

  Their bodies were still tightly locked and soaked with sweat, and the feel of Cassie's tongue nibbling at his neck would be his undoing.

  "Are you okay, baby? I didn't hurt you, did I?” He was suddenly overcome with guilt at the fierce way he'd taken her. On a fucking kitchen stool, no less! She had to be thinking he was a mindless animal.

  Her voice, soft and sexy, the sounds thick with the aftermath of passion, cut into his thoughts. “You think too much, Jake, and you definitely talk too much.” She reached for his face and kissed him deeply before she resumed licking him, this time catching the sweat as it dripped off his brow. “Now, would you like me to walk, or do you think you can get us to the bedroom this time?"

  "Don't you dare move.” He grunted as he lifted her off the stool and headed in the general direction. Like a true Neanderthal stumbling to his cave with his catch, he single-mindedly moved, mostly on instinct. His Homo sapiens sense of direction must have been a bit off though, because he missed the doorway and bumped them up against the wall, which only served to drive him further inside her. This is not going to work, he thought for a brief second, before he surrendered to the urge to thrust slowly inside her again. Of course, that damn tongue of hers wasn't helping him keep his mind on the job, which was ... what?

  "Jake?"

  She had stopped licking him briefly. That was good. He couldn't remember why, but...

  "The bed?"

  Right. The bed. With one final thrust, he pushed them off the wall and stumbled the last few feet inside the room, pausing briefly to catch the door with his foot and flick it shut before falling onto the bed with her, the mattress bouncing as they landed, still joined.

  The landing on the bed may have been soft, but it had driven him even further inside Cassie, her channel slick from his previous orgasm, and he felt the tip of his penis nudge the head of her womb. He couldn't get any deeper inside her. If he did he'd be coming out of her throat. Her muscles clenched tightly around him, gripping his shaft—a sign, he knew, of another orgasm tearing through her, and the primal thought of his woman coming under him, around him, ripped through him. With a triumphant roar, he thrust savagely into her again and again. He could feel her nails raking down his back, but when they scraped over the rigid muscles and sensitive flesh of his ass, that was it. The muscles tightened and, thickening even more, his cock filled in anticipation and he exploded inside her, so hard his vision blurred. In. Out. In. Out. In time with the pulsing of his cock. Finally slowing, his breath heaving, he slumped against her, drained.

  * * * *

  When Cass awoke, the first thing she noticed was the heavy weight of Jake on top of her. Her legs were still spread wide under him, and she ached inside and out. But it was a good ache. She couldn't remember anything feeling this good. She had no idea what sex would be like with any other man, but after Jake, she'd never had any inclination to try. She didn't know if she had passed out or just fallen asleep from exhaustion. As much as she relished the feel of him still inside her, she needed to breathe again, which meant he had to move.

  "Jake?"

  "Mmmm?"

  Oh good, he was still alive. She was starting to wonder. “I can't breathe, honey."

  "Me neither. I think you're going to kill me.” His head popped up then, and he smiled that sexy smile at her. “But I'm not complaining.” With one quick movement, he flipped her so that she was on top, draped over him like a blanket. “Better?"

  "Is it time to get up?” Without her glasses, she strained to make out the numbers on the bedside clock.

  "I hate to tell you this, honey, but I'm already up.” He punctuated his words with slow, gentle thrusts.

  "That wasn't quite what I meant.” Her husky, sexy laugh washed over him.

  He took that as a sign that she was okay with him carrying on. Which was just as well because he had no intention of stopping. “I know, but I figure we'll just stay here until I've taken the edge off and can stand for you to be away from me for five minutes."

  "And when do you think that might be?"

  "Oh, sometime in the next century."

  "That long, huh?"

  "Definitely."

  * * * *

  If he had his way, he wouldn't be leaving her sweet warmth any time in this lifetime or the next. She looked like a goddess perched above him. Her hair fell about her shoulders like a curtain of silk, the dark brown waves cascading over her breasts; her lips were puffy from his kisses, and she looked and smelled absolutely gorgeous—musky, slightly sweaty and very, very sexy. And best of all, she was all his. After they had made love a few more times, and he had wiped that sassy look off her face, he would tell her.

  "Feel like a shower, darlin'? You wash my back and I'll wash yours...” He winked at her suggestively.

  "Quite apart from the fact that it's the middle of the night...” She'd finally managed to focus on the clock and while not the middle of the night, 5 am still seemed a little early to be having an early morning shower, even for her. “Why do I get the feeling that this suggestion has absolutely nothing to do with getting clean?” She laughed as he attempted, and failed miserably, to look innocent, and lifted herself off him. Grabbing a dress, she moved towards the door. Her hand on the doorknob, she glanced back at him over her shoulder as he lay there following her movements with his eyes and flashed him a seductive look. “Coming?"

  He watched her walk away for all of two seconds, that slight wiggle in her full hips making him lick his lips, his insatiable hunger for her flaring again, before he bounded off the bed after her. You better believe it, he thought to himself.

  Chapter Twelve

  That night, the first night that Jake stayed the whole night, Cass was nervous, understandably, as to Chloe's reaction on finding him there when she woke. But as if strange men staying the night and still around to share the Corn Flakes at breakfast when she woke up was the norm, Chloe didn't even raise an eyebrow at discovering Jake there in the morning. Of course, that could have had a lot to do with the fact that Chloe was quite convinced he was there as much for her as for Cass. As uncles went, he was her favourite. Hands down. They were like Tweedledum and Tweedledee whenever they got together.

  The moment of truth had come when Chloe asked Jake straight out where he had slept. As kids do. No beating around the bush. Let's just get it straight out on the table. While Cass blushed and gulped and stuttered, Jake had calmly told his “sugar” that he had stayed in Mumma's room and was that okay with her? Chloe, naturally, was fine with that and asked for more cereal. Cass was the only one who was choking on her toast! The raised eyebrow and the knowing smirk from Jake over Chloe's head didn't exactly aid her digestion.

  However, the following week passed in a blur. Jake came around most nights, as if he couldn't stay away. A couple of them he even stayed over. But in spite
of the blissfully happy moments they had all shared, the spectre of the secret Cass was withholding hung over her head like a big thundercloud, threatening to shatter the peace and bring her merry little fantasy world to a shuddering halt.

  Her merry little fantasy that involved Jake, Chloe and her playing happy families in suburbia. As fantasies went, it was terribly clichéd, but it was hers and she wanted it so much. And she alone had the power to shatter it. Her heart has always been Jake's. If only she knew how he felt about her ... them.

  Chloe was due to go away for the weekend to a nipper's carnival with the surf club, and Jake had invited Cass to spend the weekend at his place. Full of nerves, Cass decided this weekend would present the “right time” to tell him. Consequently, she was so tense about the whole thing that by the time Chloe left with Larry, Deb and her nieces and nephews, Cass was a nervous wreck. As a result, when Jake came to pick her up a little later, she had developed a headache that felt like a team of buffalo doing a stampede in her head. Jake, true to form, took care of her—ran her a bath, fed her, gave her painkillers and carried her to bed, with him wrapped around her to keep her warm. The man was a god.

  When she woke in the morning, pounding headache free to find Jake looking down at her and stroking her forehead as he watched her sleeping, Cass resolved to take the opportunity if and when it presented itself and not waste a perfectly good weekend by worrying herself into a state. When the time was right, she would know. She hoped...

  But for now she was having trouble concentrating. Jake's stroking had moved from her forehead to her breasts, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. This was the part where coherent thought fled, and as his hot tongue swirled around a tight nipple she let her brain go ... Who could think straight when Jake was having a pre-breakfast appetiser on some very sensitive body parts? When he slid down the bed and settled himself between her parted thighs, her IQ burned out and her ability to string together an intelligent thought or two fried along with the rest of her brain.

  * * * *

  She knew she wasn't sex goddess material. She carried a bit too much weight for that. Curvy, well-rounded, cuddly. That last one always raised a groan. It was how she had been described since she was a kid. So what if she had a big tush? She actually liked it. At least she would never be accused of killing a guy through a misplaced bone sticking in him and piercing some vital organ.

  And Jake seemed to like her body. He certainly had trouble keeping his hands off it—a fact she was enjoying, very much. A tired smile creased her face. While she listened to his husky singing in the shower, the sound of his crooning sending some very pleasant tremors through her, she grabbed food at random out of his fridge, and put it on the counter in preparation for breakfast ... lunch ... whatever they were having. The concept of time seemed to have escaped her and she was having serious trouble concentrating. After Jake's special version of “waking up", her brain was still missing. The rest of her body though, was just one big nerve ending, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

  Understandably so. When she moved, it was as if Jake was still inside her, filling her. The ache between her thighs throbbed pleasantly. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her pulse quickened as she thought of his hands on her, cupping her breasts from behind, the huge calloused palms moulding the fullness as her nipples hardened in response. Her eyes drifted closed as she pictured it, while moving her hand down to her mound as she stifled an excited moan that threatened to bubble up. She certainly didn't want Jake to know she was in his kitchen imagining...

  "Don't hold it in, darlin'. Let it out.” A large male hand moved over hers and increased the pressure.

  Damn. Too late. The voice at her ear almost made her jump. His warm lips nibbled on her neck and she did moan. She hadn't even heard the shower turn off, let alone him come up behind her. A warm hand slipped through the sides of her robe and was cupping her, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Hot and still damp, he was pressed up against her and she could feel his erection butting into the generous flesh of her bottom. She pushed back against him feeling the answering grind from him. How could she be ready for him again so soon? Hell, how could he be? If Jake were a vibrator, he'd be costing her a fortune in batteries!

  The belt on her robe slid undone, loosening the satiny gown. With a little help from Jake, the robe started to slip, and was only held from falling completely, leaving her naked, by her arms leaning on the counter. Hot lips travelled down the exposed skin of her back, trailing kisses over the lightly muscled skin while a hand slipped down over the soft rise of her stomach, pausing abruptly at the damp curls.

  "No panties.” A husky growl showed Jake was more than happy with that little discovery. “Oh baby, you shouldn't have done that.” Lifting her arms, he allowed the robe to puddle on the floor. “I've got to have you again, Cassie. I can't help it, darlin'. Sorry..."

  Hey, did she look like she was complaining? Oh, that's right, he couldn't see her face from where he was snuggled up to her back like a second skin. That's all right. Feel free. Be my guest. A moan of pure delight escaped her parted lips.

  With a slow probe, a finger slipped inside, sliding easily into the wetness. She bit her lip at the tender invasion, a ragged breath escaping in a whoosh as that finger was joined by another. Her pussy ground into his hand. The clean smell of him, all soap and mint, sent her into overdrive in time with the measured thrusts of his fingers. His free hand with a hint of roughened skin, stroked over the sensitive flesh of her now bare bottom, before dipping a finger down into the cleft to circle the tight bud of her clit and rub gently until a pleasurable shudder went through her. He must have been wearing nothing but a towel, because she felt the rough towelling slide down her legs as he released it, and then she could feel nothing but his heat against her skin. Her breathing quickened when a hand on the small of her back pushed her forward and down.

  "Bend over, baby."

  His words whispered in her ear, the heat of his breath sending little electric shocks along all the pathways of her nervous system. Tilted against the kitchen cupboard, she felt his thigh between her legs, parting them. Steadying her hips, he slid his cock inside, searing her like a hot brand, inch by slow, torturous inch until he was fully sheathed, his body covering hers like a blanket, his warm and erratic breathing loud in her ears.

  Her body was so sensitized she could feel him throb inside her in time with the heartbeat that pulsed against her back. With the exception of his hands moving over her breasts, he was still—completely and utterly still. The tension stringing through her body nearly drove her insane, waiting for that first thrust ... wanting it, needing it.

  "Jake, don't just stand there. Please!"

  "I want to feel you baby.” Jake's voice had dropped into that low, husky range that automatically turned her insides to mush. “I need to know that I'm not dreaming this ... that this is real..."

  How much more real does he want? She thought to herself. She wanted him to do something ... anything! The sexual tension was mounting higher by the second, in time with her blood pressure. She shook her head in frustration. I'm standing, semi-naked in his kitchen, no less, with an erection that feels the size of a pole vault inside me, and he wants to know if this is “real"? She groaned. “I don't know how much more ‘real’ I can take, Jake."

  She felt a hand slip down in front and stroke her inner thigh, making her muscles quiver. It trailed up until it flicked over her swollen clit. The lightest touch, as soft as a feather. He was trying to kill her.

  His voice was in her ear again. She wished he would please stop doing that! Couldn't he see she couldn't talk? All she could think was Oh God, why wasn't he moving?

  "It doesn't always have to be hard and fast, darlin'. Just enjoy the sensation. D'you feel how well we fit together?"

  Yes! I do! I do!

  The only movement was his hands, one tweaking her nipple and the other swirling through the curls between her legs. She tried pushing against him, but he just he
ld her firm against the cupboard.

  "Jake! If you don't move soon, I'm going to hit you!” Her eyes closed as a ripple of pleasure ran through her when he pinched her nipple at the same time as he rubbed her clit. In a rush, she was near the peak again. All it would take was one hard thrust and she would spin over the edge.

  The chuckle behind her did nothing for her peace of mind. He knew damn well how close she was and he was just torturing her. She was going to have to kill him. She picked up the first thing she could lay her hands on and opened her eyes to find she was holding ... an eggbeater. Great! What was she going to do? Whisk him to death?

  She was saved from that thought when she felt him ease out before embedding himself deeply once again with a slow thrust. Finally! He pulled out, sliding with excruciating slowness until nothing remained within her but the bulbous head and then he paused, and for one horrible moment she thought he would stay there like that, but then he started moving again and she cried with relief.

  In. Out.

  Her juices flowed freely, lubricating the passage, and the sound of him moving his stiff cock back and forward was undoubtedly the most erotic noise she had ever heard.

  In. Out.

  All her senses seemed heightened and she could even feel the hairs on his thighs rub against hers as he thrust into her.

  "You're unbelievable, darlin'. So tight and hot; I want to stay like this forever."

  "Me, too,” It came out as little more than a croak. Just a little more...

  In. Out.

  Cass had been hanging on the edge of her climax for what felt like three hours, and her legs were in danger of giving way under her. The thought that probably the only thing holding her up at this point was Jake's erection didn't fill her with as much joy as the thought of the orgasm she knew was going to shatter her if he would just pick up the tempo a bit.

  In. Out.