Silent Run

her tongue along the edge of her lips. His body tightened with desire.
    â€œJake,” she said again.
    He lifted his gaze to hers. She knew him now -- didn’t she? Wasn’t that awareness glittering in her eyes? Or was it something more -- was it desire? She licked her lips again.
    â€œDon’t,” he said, his control slipping even further.
    She put up her hand and touched his cheek. The heat from her fingers flooded through his body. He caught her hand and meant to pull it away, but he suddenly couldn’t let go. His fingers entwined with hers, and he pressed her hand against his racing heart.
    â€œI hate you,” he muttered. “I really hate you."
    â€œI know,” she said, meeting his gaze.
    Her words released the last bit of his restraint. He crushed her mouth against his. He wanted to punish her for everything she’d put him through. But one taste, one soft yielding of her mouth, and he wanted far more than revenge. He wanted to have her the way he’d had her before. He wanted to touch every inch of her body. He wanted her to feel the heat of their passion as he slid into her body, and he wanted to take back what he’d lost. Most of all, he wanted her to remember him, dammit!
    He wanted her to feel him again, so that when she did remember, she would know what she was losing. She would understand what she’d destroyed. She would know how good it had been. He’d have one more night -- on his terms.
    But as Sarah opened her mouth to his tongue, as his hands roamed across her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard points, he stopped thinking entirely and let his body take over.
    Kicking off his shoes, he stretched out on the bed next to her, his mouth leaving hers to trail across her face, her jawline, down the curve of her neck. She closed her eyes. He wanted them open.
    â€œLook at me,” he commanded. “I want you to know me."
    Her eyes flew open, blue and blazing with a desire that she couldn’t hide. She wanted him, even if she didn’t know why. She wasn’t hiding from him now. Her hands were on his shoulders, and she wasn’t pushing him away. This was actually happening. She wasn’t fighting him. In fact, her hands were sliding around his head as she pulled him back down, as she sought another kiss.
    â€œIf you want to stop,” he said, giving her one last chance, “do it now."
    She didn’t even hesitate. “I don’t want to stop.” She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. Then she sat up and in one quick, reckless movement pulled her shirt over her head.
    Her bra was a lacy cream color, her full breasts swelling over the cups. Her nipples were tight. Her chest rose up and down with the quickening of her breath. Jake ran his finger along the edge of her bra, dropping down into her cleavage in a teasing gesture that elicited a small groan of pleasure from Sarah. He replaced his finger with his mouth, sliding his tongue along the same tantalizing path. Finally he flicked open the front clasp of her bra, pulling it apart and placed his mouth on her breast.
    He’d almost forgotten how sweet she tasted, how he loved the way her nipples puckered for him, the way her body grew restless with his attention, the way her hips rubbed against his with an impatience that matched his own. He loved the soft cries she let out as he laved one breast and then the other. She was his -- all his -- and she would know him before the night was through.
    He lifted his head, trailing his mouth down her abdomen, feeling her stomach muscles clench as he circled her belly button with his tongue, as his hands played with the waistband of her jeans. Finally he undid the snap, pulling down the zipper, sliding his hands into the hot vee between her legs. She was so wet -- it drove him wild. All thoughts of going slow, of torturing her, were replaced by the desperate need to get inside all that heat.
    In an abrupt movement he lifted his head and sat back. He took off her jeans and underwear with impatient hands. Then he removed his own shirt and pants, wanting to feel nothing but skin between them. The sight of her soft body under his fueled his raging desire. As he touched her intimately, he went in for another kiss.
    Sarah sucked on his tongue, her hands roaming his back, cupping his ass as he settled between her legs. She was as ready for him as he was for her. “Say my name,” he ordered, lifting his