Hard as Stone (Passion in Paradise: The Men of the McKinnnon Sisters) (18 page)

“That’s my good
girl,’ he praised huskily as he rolled his thumb against one of her nipples,
swollen and firm beneath the silk of her dress.  Dropping his head, he ran his
tongue along the exposed skin of her breasts.  Tugging at the thin material shielding
her breasts from his blistering gaze, he lifted his glittering eyes to stare
into hers.  “I’ve been dreamin’ about what these pretty little breasts look
like for weeks, darlin’.  You gonna let me peel this dress off and look my
fill?”

Instead of
answering, Harmony never broke eye contact as she placed a hand on his wrist
and guided his hand to the gold clasp at her waist that held her dress
together.  Darting the tip of her tongue out to rest against her upper lip, she
slowly nodded.

Jacob leaned
forward to capture her lips in another long, deep kiss that tangled their
tongues together while his fingers flipped the clasp at her waist open. 
Keeping their mouths fused together, his tongue delved deep while his hand
lifted to curve around the warm weight of one breast and squeeze gently. 
Licking and sucking at her full lips, he groaned as she ground herself against
his lap, rubbing herself along his denim-covered cock.

Drawing back
slowly, his hands lifted to part the two sides of her dress, and his hungry
eyes devoured the body he’d revealed.  “Jesus Christ,” he breathed as his gazed
moved from the perfect mounds of her dress still covered by a lacy bra to the
scrap of satin covering her mound.  “Goddamn perfection, Harmony, that’s what
you are.”

Her body flushed
under the ravenous scrutiny of his searing hot look.  He appeared as though he
could devour her, bite by bite.  Glancing down at herself, she bit her lip
uncertainly.  She supposed she looked okay, but age and childbirth had definitely
added more than a few curves and stretch marks to her body.  She certainly
didn’t have the form she’d maintained as a teenager, but she’d tried to take
care of herself.  The way he moved his hands reverently down the center of her
chest to her slightly rounded belly reassured her that he liked what he was
seeing, but his next demand only confirmed it.

“Take off your bra,”
he ordered gruffly, swiping his thumb against the vulnerable flesh just above
her panties.  “Let me see those beautiful breasts, baby.  Show me all that’s
you.”

Trembling hands
lifted at his soft command, and she drew a shaky breath as she felt the tiny
metal hooks give way.  Letting the lace cups fall open, she watched his face
tighten.  Automatically lifting her hands to shield herself from him, his hands
moved to manacle her wrists in a gentle, but inescapable hold.

“No.  You don’t
hide your beauty from me, darlin’. Not ever,” he rumbled, his low velvet voice
simmering with desire.  “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”  Moving his eyes over her naked
breasts, he cupped them both in his hands as he rubbed both her swollen nipples
with his thumbs.  “Jesus, fuck,” he breathed reverently.  Both her tits were
the size of a ripe, succulent peaches, the areolas colored in the prettiest
shade of dusky rose he’d ever seen, and each topped by flawless berry-sized
nipples that begged him to be sucked and plucked.  His dick leapt in his jeans,
angry and achy as all hell, as her breasts swayed in front of his lips.

She felt his cock
flex and buck through her damp panties as his breath cascaded over her naked
breasts.  Moaning softly, she felt his thumbs slowly circle her nipples,
drawing them into tight, throbbing buds.  “Jacob,” she gasped as the warm rasp
of his tongue slid over one aching peak.

“Feels good,
doesn’t it?” he whispered, turning his head to lick the curve of her other
breast.  “You like having my mouth on you.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” she
whimpered while the tip of his tongue drew a circle around one engorged
nipple.  God, she felt hot… like every vein and capillary in her body was
filled with the boiling desire to be taken by this man.  “That feels
wonderful.”

“I could make a
meal out of these gorgeous peaches,” he whispered, pressing tiny kisses against
her breasts.  “Should I do that, baby?  Should I take these ripe little nipples
in my mouth and suck?”

“God, yes!”  She
was ready to beg if that’s what it took.  She needn’t have worried, though.  He
wanted what she was offering as much as she wanted him to take it, and a moment
later the warm heat of his mouth engulfed her breast.  Her core tightened as
his lips tugged at her nipple, clenching and releasing in time to the pulls his
mouth took.  Squirming against him, she felt his dick grow harder beneath her.
Burying her fingers in his hair as the tingles within her pussy intensified,
she groaned as he released one breast only to move to the other.

“Fuck, baby,” Jacob
growled, feeling her wet heat through his jeans.  “You’re hotter than hell.  
Just the way I knew you would be.  Feel what you do to me, Harmony,” he ordered
harshly before capturing her small hand and pulling it against the hard bulge
of his cock as he gently bit the firm flesh of her nipple.  He heard Harmony’s
gasp when her palm came into contact with his denim-shrouded hard-on.  “That’s
what you do to me, baby,” he whispered in her ear.  “That’s how hard you make
me by bein’ you.  That’s all because of you.”

Startled eyes met
his as her lips parted in shock.  “Jake,” Harmony whispered tremulously as her
body rioted for more of his touch.  It was a clamoring yearning, starting in
her toes and climbing her body like a spreading wildfire.  She craved his kiss
and yearned for the caressing stroke of his knowing hands.

Lifting one hand he
cupped her face, stroking his thumb over the apple of her cheek.  “Now, I’m
gonna tell you what I want,” he informed her quietly, watching her face for any
sign of hesitance.  “You can say no, but I want you to do what your heart
wants, not your mind, okay?  First, though, I want you to answer me one
question, alright?”

Nodding slowly, she
waited for him to continue.

“Tell me, when was
the last time a man took the time to make you feel good, sweetheart?”

Staring up into
Jacob Stone’s harsh, handsome face, Harmony bit her lip.  “Do you really need
to know that, Jake?” 

“I really do,
Harmony,” he answered firmly, holding her eyes hostage with his.

“Tanner.  And I’m
really not sure anything he did ever felt good.  It was just all I ever knew,”
she whispered reluctantly, the name tasting bitter on her lips.  Especially
when this man was making her remember how wonderful being touched and stroked
could be. 

“That’s kinda what
I figured,” he acknowledged softly, pressing a gentle kiss against her rounded
shoulder.  God, this woman was gonna be his undoing, knowing she’d been
untouched for so long.  She set off every single primal urge he had, and one
day, he’d take her hard and fast and give the beast that lived inside him what
he craved.  For now, though, he needed to proceed with caution.    “Alright,
darlin’, I’m gonna tell you what I wanna do then.  Right now, I wanna strip you
out of the rest of this pretty dress, lay you back on this couch, and love on
you.  I wanna make you remember how good bein’ a woman can feel when you’re
with the right man.  I wanna take my time and worship these beautiful, swollen
breasts.  I wanna pull those drenched panties down your long legs and lick your
pussy until I know I’ll have the taste of your cream in my mouth for the next
month.  I wanna feel this gorgeous fuckin’ body gettin’ off on my touch as many
times as I can take you there with my hands and my mouth, baby.  Now, the only
question is, are you gonna let me have what I want?” he asked as his hands took
her hips and twisted her, bringing her back flat against the couch and pinning
her with the warm wonderful heat of his body.

A low cry escaped
Harmony’s mouth as Jacob suddenly changed their position, and her hands flew up
to  grip his shoulders as he settled his hips between her splayed legs. 
“Jacob!” she admonished, giggling as he wriggled his eyebrows.

“As much as I like
hearin’ my name on your lips, it doesn’t answer the question I asked, baby. 
You gonna let me play tonight?” he asked, dropping his head to tease her milky
throat with his lips.

Shifting underneath
him as his tongue traced the line of her collar bone, Harmony’s shoulder bumped
the purse she’d dropped earlier at the edge of the couch, sending it sailing
over the edge of the cushion with a clatter.  Catching her breath as she
watched the contents spill across the colorful woven rug on the floor, she
groaned. 

Jacob’s followed
her horrified gaze and laughed deeply as he saw what she was staring at. 
“Well, Miss McKinnon.  Was somebody a Girl Scout?” he asked, reaching out one
long arm to pick up one of the dozens of condoms littering the floor.  “I’ve
heard of being prepared, but that’s all a little extreme, isn’t it?”

A deep red blush
spread across Harmony’s face as she struggled to get out from underneath
Jacob’s body.  “I swear, that isn’t what it looks like, Jake!” she half
shouted, scrambling to reach the plethora of rubbers spread out on the rug. 

“Really?” he
chuckled, snagging the pretty pair of dainty pink lace panties from the rug. 
“Because I’d really like to see that gorgeous ass of yours in these,” he
commented as he dangled them above her nose.

Snatching the
underwear from his hands, she groaned.  “Stop laughing.  Faith and Patience put
all those in my purse.  They were makin’ a joke.”

Spying a plastic
baggy that had fallen underneath the coffee table, he rolled slightly off her
to reach for it.  Jaw dropping as he recognized the little blue pill inside the
bag, he turned blazing eyes back to Harmony.  “And this?” he asked
incredulously.

Grabbing the sack
away from him, she shook her head quickly and bit her lip as her own laughter
bubbled up in her throat.

“You thought I’d
need
Viagra
?” he asked as his masculine pride smarted.  Rolling his hips
and pushing his erection against the juncture of her thighs, he narrowed his
gaze.  “Does that feel like I
need
Viagra to you?”

“It was Aunt Orla’s
contribution to the evening,” Harmony choked.  “She was worried about the few
years you had on me.”

Scowling, Jacob
glared at her.  “Trust me, baby, when I get inside you, you won’t notice those years
at all,” he promised silkily.

Sliding a hand down
the side of his affronted face, Harmony smiled and lifted her head to whisper
in his ear.  “I swear, I haven’t noticed them so far.  You’ve been keeping me
distracted by far bigger things.”

“Damn straight,” he
muttered, appeased by her remark as he dropped a lingering kiss against the top
of one perfectly formed breast.  Lifting his head, he smirked at her.  Reaching
for the plain brown bag he’d dropped on the coffee table when they’d arrived
earlier, he held it in front of her face.  “I will say that your baby sister
shocked the hell out of me tonight when she gave me this.”

Taking the sack
from his hand, Harmony looked inside and gasped.  “Honor gave you this?” she
asked in a high pitched squeak, unable to tear her eyes away from the
supersized box of Trojan condoms.  “My sweet, shy baby sister, Honor?”

Nodding solemnly,
Jake fought his grin.  “That, and a stern reminder that she was out of bedrooms
at your house.  As she put it, the inn was all filled up.  At least she thought
my equipment would demand the extra-large variety,” he grumbled.  “I hope she
shares that with your Aunt Orla!”

Covering her face
with one hand, Harmony fell back against the throw pillow behind her head and
groaned as she dropped the bag to the floor beside them.  “God save me from my
sisters… the condom queens of Paradise County.”

“Don’t forget the
sex pill pusher,” Jake added with a deep chuckle.  “I’ll give your aunt credit. 
I’m gratified to know that the geriatric crowd still has game,” he growled
against her neck, muffling his laughter.

She couldn’t help
giggling with him.  Her family, while well meaning, were definitely crazy as
loons.  She was just thankful that they could laugh about it.  Catching her
breath as he lifted his head to stare down at her, she smiled.

Jake touched her
mouth lightly with his index finger, tracing her lips.  “I love that smile,
darlin’.  Most beautiful thing in the world, that smile.”

Blinking slowly,
Harmony felt her insides warm under the glow of his praise.  She felt beautiful
when he looked at her the way he was now.  “Thank you,” she whispered softly.

“Darlin’, all
condom jokes aside, I still want to love on you tonight.  Let me carry you into
the bedroom and show you how good it can be between us.  We’ll leave the
condoms out here.  As much as I wanna bury myself in your sweet body, you’re
not ready for that yet.  But, that doesn’t mean that I can’t make sure we’re
both well satisfied.  There are a lot of ways I can bring us both some sweet
relief,” he suggested between soft, passionate kisses.  “Let me use my tongue
and my hands to ease this ache we both have,” he whispered, dipping his head to
pull her nipple between his lips and suckle.

“Ahhh,” Harmony
moaned, her back arching of the sofa as his tongue flickered across her
nipples.  Biting her lip as his hand moved between them to stroke between her
thighs, she bit back a scream of delight.