Undercover Attraction, page 4
Jacob pulled her into the room then pushed her down to the couch and walked over to the iPod. He had no idea what type of music she liked, but he hoped it wouldn’t matter much once he was able to touch her. He chose a remix of "Slow Motion", mainly because it was seductive and long, then a shuffle of various songs on the playlist. He wanted as much time alone with her as he could get.
The music started, and Jenna was terrified, but her imbibed blood also made her heart beat quickly due to excitement. She felt as if she were doing something very, very naughty, and almost laughed aloud at the thought of innocent Jenna being a bad girl. He came closer to her, smirking when she pulled a pillow to her chest in a defensive manner.
He pulled it from her grasp and dropped it to the floor. “I’m not going to do anything you won’t like.” His hands skimmed up her arms, making goose bumps pop out, causing sensitive nerve endings to dance a wildly erotic motion.
She took a deep breath, her bright green eyes meeting his smoldering grey ones. “That is what I am afraid of. You really don’t have to do this.”
“But I do. If I don’t, then I will always regret letting you walk away from me.” He bent his head to hers, stopping barely a millimeter from her lips. “And you’ll regret not sating your curiosity.” He brushed his lips against hers, lightly, so that it barely happened, but he heard her soft moan.
His breath caught in his throat at that husky moan, his cock swelled even further than he ever thought possible. He had to have her. Like he had told her moments ago, he really would regret letting her walk away, and he was a man of actions, not one to sit and let Fate have her way with his life.
He began to move his body slowly, rubbing up against her in small brushes that ignited a trail straight to her throbbing core. Jenna knew she could die happy right then, even though she was somewhat embarrassed to have this dark, sexy man gyrating on her.
Jacob was terrified to take his pants off. He had control in spades, but Jenna was quickly evaporating any left within him. He watched as she slowly licked her lips, and unfortunately, his vivid imagination pictured her tongue wrapping around his dick.
Her hands were clenching and unclenching in the pillows, and he knew she was trying to hold herself back from touching him. But he wanted her to touch him more than he wanted to breathe. He stepped closer to her, placing one knee on either side of her thighs and pulled her hands to his chest.
Jenna thought she was going to burst into flames any second. He was so hot. His skin was burning, or rather, burning her. He bent his head to her neck, swirling his tongue under her ear.
“Touch me. However you want to.” His voice was thick, husky, his breath caressing her neck, sending delicious tingles along her spine.
She rubbed her fingertips along the thick muscles of his chest, tracing every dip, feeling his muscles spasm wherever she touched.
“God, Jenna, you’re going to kill me,” his voice rasped in her ear.
"I'm sorry." She jerked her hands away quickly, clearly mistaking his admission.
Jacob simply pulled her hands back to his chest. "Don’t stop. Your touch is making me crazy." His voice was heavy with desire, heady, rasping out over her collarbone.
Her fingertips resumed their exploration of his body, gently tracing his hard male curves before following the light dusting of dark hair below his naval.
Jacob thought he would burst into flames.
"I want to taste you," Jacob muttered against her throat.
"Then kiss me.” What? Did she really say that? He leaned up, and looked her in the eye.
“I don’t think I can stop with just a kiss, baby. Not with you.”
“Then don’t stop.” You're gonna embarrass yourself, she thought to herself. Then again, she really wanted this man to touch her.
He thought no words had ever been sweeter. He took her lips as if he was starving for her. Coaxing her to open for him, setting a fire in her blood.
Jenna felt his tongue slide against her lips, and she parted her lips for him. His tongue took hers in a heated battle, his arms pulling her closer, crushing her against the hard planes of his body as his hands threaded into her hair.
He held her still for the assault on her senses. She tasted so sweet to him. Like sparkling oceans, fiery sunsets, and clear blue skies. Innocent, a fresh clean breeze, addictive. She moaned against his mouth, that small sound shooting stars straight to his cock, causing it to jerk against her abdomen.
Jacob thought he would die happy if lightning struck him then and there.
He kissed a path down her jaw, ignoring her mew of protest when he pulled his lips from hers. Jenna wanted more. Much more. Her blood was boiling with the need to fuck. And she couldn’t control her own body any longer.
His mouth traced her collar bone, going lower, kissing and licking her breasts above her shirt. Her head fell back against the sofa, giving him access to whatever he wanted.
But he teased her first. His tongue ran along the top of the shirt, his teeth scraping deliciously against her sensitized skin, and he went no further. Her nipples were standing at attention, begging for him to touch, to taste, but he didn’t.
He looked at her, her lids lowered, her eyes shining a deeper green than he could ever explain. “Do you want more?” His voice rolled over her, caressed her skin where he had yet to touch.
“Yes. Don’t stop now.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, that husky, barely there whisper.
She watched his hands as he slowly slid her top down, not bothering to unhook the tiny catches, exposing the sexy black bra.
Jacob groaned as his eyes turned almost black. “That bra is going to kill me.” He could faintly see the outlines of her nipples through the lace, and he couldn’t wait to taste them.
He filled his hands with her breasts, the nipples pushing into his palms like little pebbles. His calloused hands rasped her through the lace, causing Jenna to catch her breath.
He bent his head forward slowly, savoring every hitch in her breath as she watched him. He rubbed his mouth across her tightened nipples, her hands coming up to hold his head to her. He slowly covered one with his mouth, laving it through the lace, feeling her squirm against him.
His mouth on her nipple, sent little sparks through her body. He bit down gently, scraping his teeth against the hardened bud as his fingers pinched the other one.
She cried out with the pleasure, her fingers tightening in his hair. Her back arched of its own volition, pressing her breasts closer to him. He released her nipple, pressing his face into the valley between them.
“You smell so good.” His voice was muffled by her bounty, but his breath sent chills down her spine.
He slowly licked the valley there, sliding his tongue through, then along the top of her bra to the other nipple. He scraped there also, his teeth working the swollen bud into a frenzy of sensation.
Her head fell back, and she groaned at the tightening in her belly. Jacob lifted his head, nibbling a path to her throat, then stopping to kiss her deeply.
“I want more,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Me too,” Jenna panted.
Her hands stroked down his body until she felt the zipper on his pants. His cock strained against the taut fabric, demanding release.
Jacob dropped his head to her neck, praying for control. Her fingers were working his zipper down so slowly, he thought he was going to come just from the feel of it.
Finally, she had it opened, and pulled them down to his thighs. She reached around to his tight bare cheeks, and lightly scraped her nails down them.
He closed his eyes in bliss, his breath coming in short bursts against her neck.
Jenna slid her fingers along the band of the tiny scrap of fabric, slowly letting one dip below to caress his skin. She hooked her thumbs at each hip, and pulled them down to his pants.
Then her mouth fell open. He was a gorgeous male in all places. His cock was bare, along with his sac, lending the impression of silky smooth skin just waiting to be touched. He was rather impressive, his cock jutting straight up, beckoning to her. She heeded the call, wrapping one hand around the base and the other slowly caressing the satiny head.
Jacob wasn’t going to make it. He had never felt so hot, like he was going to burst into flames from the sensation of her fingers around him. He clenched his teeth against the urge to thrust into her soft hands, but thankfully she did it for him.
Her hand slowly worked its way down, surrounding him with a semi-tight fist. She tightened her fingers around the base as her hands met, then slid one lower to cup his balls. He almost screamed in pleasure.
Jenna could feel his control slipping. Each time she moved her hands, his muscles clenched, his breath exploding against her neck.
She lightly scraped her nails along the underside of his sack, and he groaned into her neck.
Jacob’s hands came up to fist in her hair, pulling her mouth to his. He pushed his tongue past her lips, and she sucked it, swirling the tip of hers around the tip of his while simultaneously mocking the action with her hands on his engorged cock.
He said her name against her mouth then took her lips with every bit of passion he had left. Jenna moaned, tightening her hand around him, pumping up and down in slow teasing strokes.
Jacob pulled away for air, and Jenna saw her opportunity. She pulled him down onto the couch, pushing his back against the pillows, giving herself full access to his body.
She ran her hands along his chest, her thigh pressing intimately against him every time she moved. Her sharp nails flicked his nipples, sending a direct bolt of lightning to his dick. She licked them, her wet tongue raising his temperature a few more degrees.
Her head slowly made its way down his body, licking and nibbling on the hard planes she found enticing.
Jacob knew he was going to die if she put her mouth on him.
She licked the crevice where his thigh met his hips, leaving a path of fire in her wake. Her mouth rose above his cock, and it jumped when her breath hit it.
He knew he could get off just from her breathing on it.
He watched her head lower, almost to his ruddy tip. His hand snaked down to her hair, meaning to pull her up so he could tell her she didn’t have to do this.
Instead, his fingers brushed her cheek. She turned her head, capturing his index finger in her mouth. Her tongue brushed the tip, as she sucked it deeper into her mouth, teeth gently scraping.
He groaned. If she did this to him, he would gladly become her slave. Her hair slid softly against his sensitive flesh, caressing the one place he craved her to kiss.
Jenna released his finger slowly, sliding her tongue around it one last time, a promise of what she could give him.
She watched his breath become shallow as she gripped his cock, aiming it for her mouth. Every muscle in his body was tense, waiting. She lowered her head, blowing a breath across the tip, watching as a bead of moisture gathered there.
Someone knocked on the wall. “You’re up next.”
“Shit,” Jacob groaned. “I’m coming, Drake.”
He slowly pulled Jenna’s head up and away from him, despite his body’s cries.
Jenna sat next to him on the couch, and he reached over to right her top. She looked a little dazed, her eyes dark and heated with passion, her hair a mess.
He thought she was beautiful.
“So how are we going to finish this?” The words rushed past her lips, despite the fact that she had told herself mentally to shut up.
Jacob took a few deep breaths to clear his head, then slowly stood and began tucking himself gently back into his clothing.
He looked at her. “We could get a room tonight, or you could go home with me. This is my last routine then I can leave.” He couldn’t believe he just offered her the night. She was drunk, and despite how horny she was, he didn’t want to be someone’s regret. Then again, his body told him he would regret it if he didn’t have a night with her.
“I haven’t… in a long time. Could we go to my place?” Jenna chewed her lip, positive he was about to turn her down.
Instead, he smiled. “Sure.” He leaned down and kissed her, crushing her mouth beneath his, promising her she wouldn’t regret it.
She stood, and he helped her straighten her clothes and hair, then they left the erotic little room. He dropped her back off with her friends, then went backstage.
Jenna was bombarded with questions from all sides, but was reluctant to answer any of them. Thankfully, she didn’t have to because another round of drinks showed up, and Taylor began flirting with the server.
Jenna began sipping on her drink while she waited for Jacob’s last dance. She didn’t have to wait long.
Jacob changed clothes and was on the stage in less than five minutes. He told himself that it was because he wanted to have his stupid routine over with, but the truth remained that he was anxious to go home with Jenna.
His music cued up, and he bounded onto the stage dressed as a cop. Little did everyone know, this wasn’t a fake profession. He watched Jenna as her eyes widened when he started his dance. He was blatantly sexual, to the delight of the patrons.
He went through the moves, eyes locked on Jenna’s, delighting in her shallow breathing when he ripped off his clothes, his massive hard-on still starkly evident.
Jenna thought she could eat him like a piece of candy. She couldn’t wait to get him naked, even though she was a bit apprehensive about taking him home.
She finished off her drink to quench her dry mouth. The sight of Jacob made her hot, just from seeing the stark hunger in his eyes.
He watched as Mike, their youngest dancer, went over to the girls. He pulled Mackenzie up, took her spot, then sat her on his lap.
He watched as Mike whispered into Mackenzie’s ear. Probably trying to make a few more quick bucks from lap dances before the night ended.
Jenna kept watching Jacob move. Her eyes made him want her to himself again, to finish what they started earlier.
Women came up to the stage, with their money stuffed into all sorts of tight places, but he politely only took it from their bra, his eyes locked on Jenna the entire time.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Mike pull something from his cargo pocket, concealing it between the cushion and his hand.
Jacob’s adrenaline spiked. Maybe he was the dealer, and this case would finally be over.
He kept his eyes averted; trying not to alert Mike, just in case he was doing something illegal.
Jenna kept her eyes locked on his as he flipped across the stage, dancing and seducing the crowd. She licked her lips, nibbling on the lower one, making it even harder for him to concentrate on what was happening next to her. Mike.
Mike whispered into Mackenzie’s ear again, and Jacob noticed something shine at him as he dropped whatever he held into the bag next to the couch.
A CD, he thought, but it did go into Jenna’s birthday bag, so maybe he could make sure it wasn’t anything containing information once he got her home. His routine finally came to an end, and his lust heightened, just thinking of going home with Jenna. That is, if she hadn’t changed her mind.
He gathered his clothes from the stage, and went backstage to change into jeans and t-shirt, minus underwear. He grabbed the duffel bag that contained his equipment, finally feeling secure with his gear close at hand.
Jenna was there waiting for him, along with her friends, when he walked from backstage. He went straight to Jenna’s side, and wrapped an arm around her waist. He bent to whisper into her ear.
“You haven’t changed your mind have you?” He licked the shell, feeling her shiver at the onslaught.
“No. I haven’t changed my mind,” she told him, then leaned over to Amy. “I am taking a cab home. It will save Mac the trip out of town then back.”
Amy looked from Jenna to him, a huge smile on her face. “Hey, guys, Jenna’s taking a man home! Whoop-whoop!”
They all yelled and clapped, causing Jenna to cover her face with her hands. “None of you should ever be allowed in public,” she muttered.
Amy pulled her to the side, away from Jacob, hugging her, and stating that she will call her tomorrow. They kissed on the cheek, and all headed for the door.
Jacob noticed Mike stop Mackenzie, but she smiled and waved at him, stating that she had a good time. Mike looked angry, or shocked. Possibly a bit of both. He looked around, and spotted the bag Jenna was holding, then looked to Jacob, debating on whether or not he wanted the disc that badly.
“Night, man. See ya 'round,” Mike said, not pushing it, and Jacob nodded in reply, then followed them out. He had no doubt that Mike wanted that disc back, and Jacob meant to make sure he didn’t get it until he himself saw it first.
He hailed a cab once they made it to the sidewalk and watched as everyone hugged Jenna with birthday wishes and ‘have fun’s’. Then they headed to her place.
Chapter 4.
Jenna dug into her pocket for her keys. She was a bit nervous, even though she fought to hide it from Jacob.
The cab ride home had passed rather quickly, whether from anticipation or drunkenness, she didn’t know. Jacob had been every bit the gentleman in the car, simply asking questions, often kissing the back of her hand, sometimes whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
And now here they were. Standing outside her door.
Jacob had endured the ride, impatiently waiting to get her to himself again. He watched her fumble with the keys, noting the nervousness that she tried to hold at bay.
She looked down at what she was doing, exposing her neck to his view. An invitation he couldn’t pass up. He slid up behind her, pressing his engorged length against her ass, bending his head to slowly lick a path down that delectable neck.
Jenna’s breath caught in her throat, and she pressed backward into him, struggling to get her key into the hole while her nerves were shouting to get naked in a hurry.
Click. Finally. She turned the knob, letting herself into the house, pulling him in behind her. She heard the door close behind her and the lock engage, then a thump as he sat his bag down a short moment before his hand closed over her shoulder, turning her to face him.
