I have no desire to argue with a handsome stud begging to fuck me. I offer my mouth to him again and he grabs the back of my head with both hands and kisses me so passionately I fear my heart will stop.
The next thing I know, Jake lifts me in his arms and I instantly panic. Oh, no.
“What?” He senses my hesitation.
“You don’t have to carry me,” I mumble nervously.
“I know you can walk. It’s been impossible for me to ignore the sultry sway of your hips, but I want to carry you.” He silences any protest with a soft kiss and I close my eyes as I wrap my arms around his neck.
He climbs the stairs as if I weigh nothing and makes his way to the end of the hallway. He kicks open the door and drops me on my feet with such care it’s as if he’s afraid I’ll break. He closes the door behind him and walks to his nightstand to turn on the light.
“This is better mood lighting than the ceiling light.” He smiles. I’d feel more comfortable with no lighting at all, to be honest.
I furtively scan the room, still trying to find my bearings in this new situation. I’m standing in this hot guy’s bedroom. Me. Jake’s room is spacious. Although it’s very large and modern, there’s still the same warm vibe that carries throughout the house. There’s a sleek grey slate fireplace on the main wall flanked by an oversize brown leather chair. Right across from the cozy fireplace is a massive, California king bed covered with a dark grey duvet cover and a few accent pillows. At the foot of the bed lie stylish sheepskin and cowhide rugs. The wall right behind me is made up of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ranch and the majestic silhouette of the Rocky Mountains beyond. To my surprise, a door leads to a massive wooden deck outside. His room is a reflection of him—it has a distinctive presence, but there’s an unmistakably serene vibe to it as well.
I’m still looking around me when it becomes clear Jake is observing me as I take in these new surroundings.
“I like watching you.”
“You do?”
“Very much so.”
“You’re going to make me blush again.”
“Good. So where were we before we came up here?” He strides towards me with a delightfully sinful gleam before kissing my lips.
What a contrast from a few minutes ago.
I get on my toes and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I’m happy one of us is keeping track.” In that moment, I allow all my doubts to dissipate and I savor every single millisecond with this man.
I return his kiss with all the excitement and anticipation that’s been boiling inside me since I caught him looking at me while Hunter was kissing me goodnight. Jake’s kiss is deep, pressing and ravenous. God. These long celibate months have transformed me and to my own surprise, I press my chest against his and slip a tentative hand between us, cupping the erection I’m dying to touch. He’s bigger than I imagined.
I’m even more turned on when Jake moans low in his throat as I rub him through his pants. If I needed a confirmation he was honest about his attraction towards me, I just got it.
“Allison, I didn’t expect you to be such a naughty girl, but I want to enjoy your body first.” Jake doesn’t allow me to continue my dirty game. He takes my hands and pulls them up over my head. With his strong hands, he’s able to hold both my wrists in one hand.
I look up, startled, but when I meet his lustful gaze, I quickly calm down. Slowly, like a sensual torture, he slides his other hand down, grazing my eager breasts through my shirt, moving lower, across my belly.
Oh, God, not my soft stomach. Instinctively I try to back away from him, forgetting he has me prisoner.
“Where are you going, gorgeous?”
Since I’m still swaying between burning passion and the fear this man might see all my naked flaws, I stumble all over my words. “Well… It’s… You’re…”
“Don’t tell me you’re trying to hide from me,” he says, lowering his head to meet my eyes.
Since I’m still unable to find the right words, I simply nod.
“Why is it so impossible for you to believe I could be attracted to every part of you?”
God, how long do we have for me to delve into my relationship with my body image? “Because no one has ever talked about my body like you do.”
“I’m very sorry you’ve slept with idiots in the past. If you’ll allow me to fuck you until you forget their names, I’ll be more than happy to make up for their stupidity, Ali.” His cocky grin is irresistible. “Is it okay if I call you Ali?”