He sighs into my mouth as he kisses me.
“Jake, it’s not just you, believe me.”
He buries his head into my shoulder and we lay there for a while trying to catch our breaths. The candle light is dancing off Jake’s silhouette, as I watch fascinated by his beauty. I’m so happy; I never want this moment to end.
“Ana, I—”
“Yes, Jake?” I ask, eagerly. I suddenly feel that this next sentence is going to be one of the most important sentences of my life.
I wait patiently.
“Ana I—”
Suddenly at the pivotal moment Jake’s phone decides to chime. All thoughts about what was about to be said next are lost.
“Sorry, Ana. I have to get this just in case. You know, work?”
I nod in understanding as Jake fumbles to reach for his phone. The moment immediately ruined by whoever is on the other end.
“Bennett,” he answers. “Oh, it’s you. Yes its fine, go ahead. Sorry to hear about that, buddy. Ok, I hope you feel better soon. Yep, Ok. You know they will probably want to come visit, don’t you? Ok, just so you know. I will give you a heads up. Yep, speak later.” He flips his phone shut.
“That was Tony.”
I wriggle underneath him and Jake manoeuvres himself off. “I take it he’s still not well then?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, he says he has some sort of stomach flu. He won’t be able to make it in tomorrow. He says he should be in on Thursday, but I think the Feds will want to go to his home once they realise he’s not coming in.”
I move myself onto my stomach and lean up. I want to get a better look at my man.
He’s lying on his side, and with one finger, he gently traces from my shoulder down to my back. I shiver under his touch.
“My God, you look so damn sexy in that outfit. Ana, as much as I enjoyed that little stunt you pulled; don’t ever do that to me again. I’ve waited long enough to hold you. I don’t ever want to feel that restricted again.”
I laugh.
“What?” Jake asks.
“I thoroughly enjoyed myself, I must admit.”
He flings me over and climbs on top. He grabs my wrists and pins them to each side of the bed.
“If anyone is cuffing anybody here, it’s going to be me. I have the badge, remember?”
Heat quickly resumes between my legs. Dang it! Can I not just get enough already?
He kisses me, licking his tongue across my lip. It’s so erotic.
“Sweet Ana. You taste so good in every which way.”
He lets go of me and climbs off. I feel the emptiness straight away and mourn for his touch again.
“Nice choice of song by the way,” Jakes says.
“I thought so,” I mused.
“You like your music, don’t you?”
“Yes, it helps me think a lot, especially when I’m running.” I pause for a moment, then say, “When I can get out of the house that is.” I look at him but he’s not amused.
“You know, when I was about twelve years old; I had this Bon Jovi Album. Keep the Faith, I think it was called. I loved that album, used to play it over and over again, but then it broke. I was really upset for a while after.”
The slight pain in my stomach erupts as I remember just how it became broken in the first place.
I was playing it in my bedroom about the sixtieth time, when Alan came in. I had headphones in my ears, as I didn’t want to make any sound to alert him. It was no use anyway, he came barging in. He took it from me shouting about being sick and tired of me playing Bon Jovi over and over. He accused me of wanting to fuck him and that he would show me what a real man was one day. He took the CD from the walkman and crushed it under his foot. I was mortified. I wanted to scream at him, but then he got up close to me and I was scared to death. He grabbed my breast and squeezed hard. It caused me so much pain that I had to yelp out. My mum started calling to him from the stairs then, so he huffed his way out, told me to clean the shit up, and that was it. I will never forget it though.
“That’s a shame,” Jakes says, thankfully interrupting my horrible memory. “I take it you never got another one?”
I daren’t get another after that incident.
“No. I grew up getting into other music. Although I still like Bon Jovi,” I said, smiling.
“Yes, but he’s not as good looking as me though, is he?”
I nudge his arm, but he’s right. “No, Mr Bennett, he is not as good looking as you.” I pause a moment. “You know, I would like to have a shower with you, but I’m afraid your exceptionally large head may not fit through that bathroom door.”
Jake stands to attention, grabs me, lifts me into his arms and winks. “You wanna bet?” he beams.