Jake pulls away from my swollen lips just long enough to ask the question I’ve been waiting to hear. “Can I come inside?”
“Yes,” I whisper. But, my body is anything but whispering. It’s screaming and shouting at the top of its lungs, begging for him to go inside with me. Everything about him makes me want to scream.
Jake lets out the breath that I didn’t realize he was holding and kisses me one more time. Then he drops his hands from my hair and grabs my hand, pulling me up my walkway, up the stairs, and towards my front door. My hands shake as I pull my keys from my purse and slide them in the lock.
Once the door is open and we’re inside the foyer, Jake spins me around and presses me against my closet door. His large frame is essentially holding me captive against the door and I could care less. I want him to possess me, captivate me, consume me.
Jake runs his large hands down my back to my butt and lifts me up, bringing me face to face with him. I wrap my legs around his large body as he devours my lips again. There’s a frenzy in the kiss like we’re both rushing to get to the finish line because going any slower might just kill us both. Our tongues are dueling, our lips sucking, our hands exploring.
“You’re wearing entirely too much clothing, darlin’,” Jake mumbles against my open lips. “And besides, as much as I want to, I’m not taking you against the wall right now.”
“You’re not?” I ask completely breathless and panting.
“Not for our first time,” he says with that half smile that I love. “Come on,” Jake says as he removes my coat and then his and throws them on the bench by the front door. “I have big plans for you and me tonight.”
“You do? And what might those be?” I ask, a shy smile spreading across my face.
“I’m more of a ‘show you’ kinda guy, darlin’. Which way to your bedroom?”
Since I’m so breathless - and honestly, I’m not sure I could form more words at this moment anyway - I point up the stairs as indication of where we should be heading. Jake bends down and picks me up so I’m straddling his front, legs locked around his waist, arms tightly around his neck. I know he’s plenty strong and should have no problem holding me up, but we have to go up stairs, and I don’t want to wear him out.
Jake takes the steps two at a time, his long strides easily lifting both of us up the stairs. When we reach the top, he’s not even winded. In fact, he seems more energized. He kisses me again without abandon, holding me tightly against his body. I can feel the heat through our clothes. I don’t know if it’s from him or me, but the temperature just skyrocketed considerably on the way up here.
It’s like my body has a mind of its own. I grind my core against his stomach trying to relieve the ache I feel between my legs. “You better not do that too much, darlin’, or this party is going to be over before it really gets started,” Jake growls against my lips.
I can’t help it, though. My body is screaming for release like I’ve never felt before. In fact, I’ve never felt anything like this before. The few times I’ve had sexual encounters in the past, well, they were nice, at best. The guys I’ve always dated where the types who were more concerned about their studies or careers. I always came a very distant second.
“Please, Jake,” I say as I pry my lips off of his. “I need you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, darlin’. Which room is yours?”
I point again and return my mouth to his. I can’t get enough of his kisses. He’s so possessive and domineering even in his kiss. I want him to possess me. He is my drug. He is the key to my survival.
Jake walks into my room and gently sets me down on my bed, but doesn’t join me. He stands over me, eyes blazing a hot trail down my body. I wiggle under his gaze which causes him to moan.
Jake begins the painstakingly slow process of undressing me. He starts with my boots and socks. He’s going so slow, staring so intently at me, it’s like he’s committing to memory every part of my body.
“Sit up,” he commands. Jake has clearly taken control and I realize that I want him to, need him to. He has so much more experience at seduction and foreplay than I do. I wouldn’t even know how to seduce him.
Jake reaches down and ever so slowly lifts my sweater. He runs his fingers up my sides, burning my skin with his touch, as he guides my shirt up and over my head. I shiver at the feel of his hands roaming over my instantly goosebumped skin.
He takes in my white cotton bra and groans. “I never knew white cotton could be so sexy.” His lips are on mine a moment later. I honestly don’t think that white cotton is sexy in any way, but the way Jake is looking at me, making me feel, I feel like it’s the sexiest thing in the world.