Her Maine Attraction: A Small Town Romance (Pine Cove Book 1) Page 8

  Moving over to the next boat, I’m immediately mesmerized. This one is even more impressive. The bow of the boat has a dragon’s head with its mouth open, and it looks like it’s trying to fly out of the boat and breath fire. The details are something I would have never thought possible to achieve in wood. Its eyes seem like they’re looking right at me, eyeing me like I’m its next meal.

  Running my fingers along the side, I make my way to the back where the dragon’s tail curls off and around the end, attaching to the side of the boat.

  I’m in awe.

  “Jake,” I whisper. “This is incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s so lifelike and intricate.” I run my fingers over the dragon’s scales, feeling every curve. “So beautiful.”

  Turning to him, I see his eyes are guarded and unsure. He’s watching me, and watching my response to his work.

  “Jake, I’m serious,” I say, making sure he can see the sincerity in my eyes as a shy smile curves at his lips. “Are you making these for someone?” I ask.

  He nods. “Some of my pieces are commissioned to be specific designs. But these, like most, are things that just come to me. Whatever I’m feeling.”

  “Each one is a piece of you.”

  “Yes,” he says, sounding uncomfortable.

  “Has anyone ever been in here before?” I ask, and his eyes blaze into mine.

  “No.”

  “Why me, then?”

  He’s looking at me with such intensity that I almost want to look away, but I can’t. “Because I want you to see. I want you to know.”

  He wants me to see him.

  “Thank you,” I say, running my fingers along the dragon’s scales again.

  I like being the only one he’s let in here. It’s like he’s saying I’m the only one allowed to know this part of him. I would kiss him right now, but I’m afraid I’d get carried away and then bump into something and cut a limb off.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Starving, actually,” I say, and his eyes go dark. Clearly, his mind has gone to dirty things, and even though I’d love that, I really am starving.

  “Come on, I’ll make us something.” Taking my hand again, we walk out of the garage and he pulls the door back down.

  “You cook?” I ask, my shock evident.

  “Surprised?”

  “A little.” I shrug, smiling. “I can’t wait to see my mountain man in the kitchen cooking for me.”

  “Your mountain man?” he questions, pulling up short, and looking down at me.

  My eyes go wide. Oh shit, I did say that.

  “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant seeing a man like you cooking would be a sight to see.” Well, that’s not any better. Just shut up, Ally.

  “I like the idea of being yours,” he whispers, like he was afraid to say it.

  “You do?”

  “Yes.” He nods. “Just like I like the idea of you being mine.”

  “Oh,” I say, not really knowing how to form words right now.

  Jake takes a step forward so our bodies are touching. I can’t think straight when he’s this close to me and looking at me with those deep, seductive eyes.

  He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and holds the side of my face, leaning down. The instant his lips touch mine, I press up on my toes and give in to the kiss, an electric jolt thrumming through me.

  Our tongues come together in a tangled dance that makes my body hot, and my blood rush. It’s primal, hungry, needy, and I know I won’t be stopping him this time around.

  Jake puts his arm around my lower back, pulling me flush against him, spreading his fingers out, radiating his heat into me. His body is a solid wall of muscle and I can feel him against me – hard as steel, and growing with every sweep of our tongues.

  Moaning into him, his hand slides down the column of my neck, and when he brushes the side of my breast, I push harder against him, sighing into the kiss.

  His hands grip my ass and he pulls me against him, making me moan when I feel him right where I need him. Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist automatically as he walks us across the lawn and up the deck stairs, only stopping to adjust his grip to open the door, never breaking our kiss.

  As soon as we enter his house, Jake slams me into the nearest wall and kisses my jaw, neck, shoulder, and chest while his hands smooth over every inch of me that he can reach.

  His hands slip under my sweater and he pulls it off of me, throwing it to the side. Lifting me higher on the wall, Jake kisses, sucks, and bites his way up my stomach.

  I arch my back and he unclips my bra, taking my nipple deep into his mouth straight away – a breathy sigh escaping my lips. I feel the pull all the way to my core.

  “Jake…Please. I need…” Panting, I can’t finish my thoughts. He looks up at me with dark eyes, and I know he already knows exactly what I need.

  Moving away from the wall, he starts to walk again, and I kiss his neck – biting my way up to his ear. “I need you, mountain man,” I whisper, taking his earlobe between my teeth.

  Growling, he runs up a set of stairs and kicks open a door. Throwing me off of him, I let out a scream before landing on a big bed, bouncing once. Jake stands there, looking down at me with pure hunger in his eyes as he takes in all of my exposed flesh he just marked with his mouth.

  Whipping off his shirt, I’m greeted with the naked expanse of his sculpted abs, chiseled chest, and thickly roped arms. I can’t wait to run my hands all over him.

  Sitting up on my elbows so I can enjoy the show, Jake undoes his boots and kicks them, and his socks, off. Next is his belt and jeans, and he pulls them down, taking his boxers with them.

  Oh. My. God.

  I’m left staring at a naked Jake, and my core clenches and throbs with anticipation.

  He really is a warrior.

  I’ve never seen such a perfect man before.

  He’s huge – long and thick – and I want every glorious inch of him. Seeing me staring, Jake puts his hand on himself. One, two, three strokes, and I rub my thighs together trying to relieve the tension.

  Putting one knee on the bed, he takes my shoes off and makes his way up to me, eyes on mine. The blue in his seem to be swirling like a hurricane, and I’m drowning in the waters.

  Settling over me with his arms on either side of my head, he leans down and kisses my lips before trailing kisses down my body. He swirls his tongue around each nipple, biting gently, before continuing down my stomach, swirling his tongue around my bellybutton. I squirm under him, my breathy sighs and moans filling the room.

  Looking up at me, Jake undoes the button of my jeans and slides the zipper down slowly. Pulling them down, he kisses the skin he’s revealed, so close to the apex of my thighs. Tugging harder, I lift my hips, and Jake peels my jeans down my legs, leaving me in only my pink lace panties.

  Dragging his fingers up the sides of my legs, they fall open at his touch, begging him to touch me. He kisses his way up my thighs, but stops every time he gets close to where I need him most.

  “Jake,” I moan. “Please.” But he ignores my plea and continues to kiss my inner thighs, licking and biting my sensitive flesh. I grip the sheets next to me and close my eyes, trying to hold back from grabbing him and shoving him between my legs.

  Feeling the scrape of his teeth against my hip, I force myself to look down, and see him with my pink lace in his mouth as he drags it down my legs. Keeping his eyes on mine as he crawls down my body, he frees me of them, throwing them on the floor.

  Fully naked, Jake puts one knee between my legs and hovers over me, sliding his hand from my ankle to my hip – a trail of fire singeing my flesh. Kissing me hard, he presses me deep into the mattress, his hand sliding across my hip and between my legs.

  I sigh into his mouth. Finally.

  Parting me, Jake drags one of his thick fingers up my slit and circles my clit, coaxing a low moan from me as I tear my lips away from his, unable to focus on anything by that single
finger. Another pass down, and he circles my entrance lightly, not going any farther – just a tease.

  “Please,” I groan.

  “Shh, just feel, darlin’. Let me give you this.”

  He slides his finger up again, circling my clit, then down, circling my entrance. Over and over until I’m writhing beneath him.

  “Please, Jake, I need you.” My voice is foreign to my ears as I beg him for more, but he continues to torture me with just the tip of his finger.

  “I know you need me, baby, but I want my cock to be what enters you first, not my fingers.” Closing my eyes at his words, I grip the sheets harder, delirious with desire until he pulls away, and I whimper at the loss.

  “Look at me,” he demands, and I open my eyes, seeking his. I hear the ripping of a foil package, and watch him roll a condom down his massive length. “Open for me.”

  My legs widen at his command, and he settles between them. Grabbing my knees, he pulls them up and out, spreading me further. I feel him so close, right there at my entrance, and I close my eyes. “No. Open,” he growls, and I do as he says. “Keep those sexy eyes on me, darlin’.”

  He pushes into me, and I have to use all the strength I have to keep my eyes on his and not let them roll back into my head.

  Slowly, Jake slides every glorious inch he has into me, and when he’s settled all the way in, he groans, low and long. “You’re strangling me, baby. So tight. So hot.”

  Moaning, he slams his mouth down on mine, swallowing every sound I make. I throw my arms around his neck and I rake my fingers through his hair, pulling on the ends. I bite his lip when he starts to pull away from me, and he growls, feeling the vibrations all the way down to where we’re joined.

  I need him to move. Now.

  Pulling his hips back a few inches, he pauses, then slams back into me. Screaming, I grip his hair tight, my back arching off the bed.

  He does it again, and the room begins to spin. Keeping my legs pinned up to my sides, Jake doesn’t give me any room to move as he pulls out farther and farther with each stroke until he’s practically all the way out of me before he slams back into me.

  The sounds being ripped from my throat are unlike any I’ve ever made as I scratch at his back, trying to get as close to him as I can.

  I’ve never felt anything so consuming – this connection, this raging fire I feel inside of me. I never want him to stop, but I feel the buildup inside of me, and I know he can feel it too.

  “Not yet,” he growls. But his gravely, commanding voice has the opposite effect, and it sends me over the edge. White dots blind my vision as I explode around him, my body strangling him inside of me. My screams flood my ears as an all-consuming tidal wave washes over me.

  Pulling out, Jake flips me over onto my stomach while I’m still pulsating, and he lifts my ass up, slapping my right cheek hard – once, twice, three times. “I told you not to come yet.”

  Gripping my hips hard, he slams back into me from behind, my screams being muffled by the pillows as he reaches someplace deeper inside of me than before. I can do nothing but brace my hands against the headboard as he pounds into me over and over. Jake is in complete control.

  One of his hands slides up my back and grabs my hair, pulling hard. “Jaaakkkee,” I groan out his name low and long as I feel myself getting close again, trying hard to hold off.

  “Not until I say,” he commands.

  “Please!” I scream as he continues to torture me.

  Releasing my hair, I fall back into the pillows, and he reaches around to press down on my clit – hard. “Now!” he yells, and I let go instantly, my muffled screams filling the room.

  The world around me disappears as my body shatters into a million pieces. I think I lose consciousness for a second before I hear Jake release a guttural groan,

  Collapsing on top of me, he rolls us over so that I’m draped on top of him, and I have no words, no thoughts.

  Chapter 9

  Waking up, I roll over and spread my hand out on the bed, searching for Jake, but only come up with cool sheets. I have no have no idea how much time has passed, and the curtains in the room are closed tight, obscuring the time of day.

  Sitting up, the sheets fall from my body, and I look down, seeing the marks Jake left all over my chest. I touch them lightly and smile, loving that my body holds evidence from what we did. It’s proof that it wasn’t just a dream.

  Standing, I pull the top sheet from his bed and wrap it around me as I take a look around his room. It’s such a masculine space with a deep colored wood for the floors, bedframe, tables, dresser, and bookshelves. The walls are a rich dark green like the pine trees surrounding the house, and the sheets on his bed are navy with a green, navy, and white plaid comforter.

  I smile, this is definitely the room of a mountain man.

  My cheeks flush just thinking about Jake, and I walk over to the windows to peek through the curtains. The midday sun streams in on me and I squint, seeing that his room looks out over the glistening lake.

  Closing the curtains again, I go in search of the bathroom, finding it when I open the door that’s directly in front of the bed.

  It’s bigger than I would have expected. White tiles cover the floor and go halfway up the walls, with the rest painted in a deep, masculine burgundy. A long, double sink vanity with white and grey marbled countertops and grey wooden drawers lines the left wall, while a huge black clawfoot tub sits on the right with a glass shower right beside it. The toilet is in the far right corner with a fluffy burgundy rug laying in front of it, as well as in front of the vanity, shower, and tub.

  Walking farther inside, I open a closet that’s in the back left corner to find it houses the towels and other bathroom extras. The window next to it looks out to the forest on the side of his house, and I love that there aren’t any neighbors right next door. If he wanted to, Jake could just leave all of his curtains and blinds open and walk around naked. No one’s around to look in on him.

  I decide to take a quick shower while I’m in here, and throw my hair up in a messy bun before stepping under the hot stream of water. I squeeze some of the woodsy shower gel I find into my hand, and sigh as I rub it in. So, this is why Jake smells like the outdoors. It’s intoxicating.

  Rinsing off, I step out and wrap myself in one of the fluffy towels from the closet.

  I know my jeans are up here, but my shirt and bra are still downstairs, so I walk over to Jake’s dresser and open a few drawers until I find the one with his t-shirts. I choose a dark grey one with Pine Cove High School written across it, and slip it over my head. It’s big, but comfy.

  Putting my jeans back on, I shove my panties into the front pocket, and grab my boots. I stick my head out into the hallway before stepping out, and see that his room is at the end of the hall. I pass a few closed doors before reaching the top of the stairs, and as I walk down slowly, I start to smell something delicious, and my stomach growls on cue. But when I enter the kitchen, expecting to find Jake cooking, it’s empty. There’s no food and no Jake, just a note sitting on the island that says I should check the oven warmer.

  Opening it, I gasp, finding eggs, bacon, pancakes, and hash browns. When did he do this? Looking around, I notice the clock above the stove, and it reads one o’clock. Oh my god, I slept for four hours!

  Taking the food out, I go sit at the breakfast nook and enjoy the view. Jake really has a beautiful home. I can’t believe I looked out at the lake that first day and saw his house across the way, thinking about how nice it would be to sit out on the dock and read a book. I never would have thought less than a week later I’d be sitting in it, or better yet, having mind blowing sex with its owner.

  Flashes of this morning flood my mind and I smile, taking a bite of bacon. Jake really is something else. He makes me feel so beautiful and desired. And he’s so commanding. Just thinking about that stern voice he used on me is making my skin tingle.

  When I finish eating, I wash the dishes and go in searc
h of my mountain man. On my way out, though, I spot my bra and sweater laying neatly on the back of one of his couches so I quickly whip his t-shirt off and replace it with my clothes. I can’t have the girls on full display while I wander around outside.

  Stepping out onto the deck, I tilt my face up to the sun. It’s warmer today, and feels like spring for the first time since being here. I walk down the stairs and go left, following the sound of music floating through the breeze.

  The garage door to Jake’s workshop is open, but I hang back by the entrance so I can watch him work without disturbing him. He’s sitting in front of the dragon’s head, a carving tool in his hand, and a look of complete concentration on his face. Lost in his work, I can tell this is what brings him peace. His hair is a little messy, and his jaw is set – determined. He’s focused, but relaxed at the same time.

  Stepping away quietly so he doesn’t know I’m here, I walk down to the dock where the Adirondack chairs are calling my name. Taking a seat, I look out at the pine trees across the lake where I stood that first day, wishing I could sit out here. And here I am.

  I lose track of time and drift off, the sun and water lulling me to sleep. But then I’m startled awake by a hand on my face, gently brushing my hair away.

  “It’s just me,” Jake says, his voice low and soothing.

  “Sorry, you scared me.” Looking up at him, his eyes are bright – shining a brilliant shade of blue in the afternoon sun.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes.” I smile wistfully. “And I ate, thank you.”

  “I promised you food this morning, but we got a little sidetracked.” He smirks.

  A blush creeps up my face at the reminder of what we did, and Jake caresses my cheek, feeling the heat there.

  “I saw you working earlier and I didn’t want to bother you, so I came and sat out here. It’s so peaceful.”