will— be like to wake up next to him.
But as her heart— her feeling and emotion— drive her closer, her mind pushes back. She can’t help but wonder how many times Charlotte’s woken up next to him? And what about Alex? And worse, the fact that he owns a strip club still doesn't sit well with her— helping a friend or not.
And what about the help he’s offered her? It doesn’t sound free. He wants something from her, but is she just prostituting herself out, or does he somehow really have feelings for her?
It’s all too much, she tells herself. It can’t be right. She reaches for her phone.
Jake looks over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asks.
Ellie’s fingers tremble. “Calling Naomi,” she says, “I’m staying at her place tonight.”
Jake turns toward her and puts his hand down on hers, covering her phone. “That’s not necessary,” he says.
Ellie looks up at him. “I don’t have any other choice.”
His steady gaze fixes on her. The hint of a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. “You’re staying here tonight,” he says.
Ellie is beyond surprised, not by his words as much as the authoritative tone with which they are delivered. Not only is she shocked, she’s actually… turned on.
“That way,” Jake’s eyes lower, “You and I will both be satisfied.”
Ellie’s body aches at the suggestion. She bites her bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
She’s imagined on many nights prior, alone in her own bed, what her first time would be like. She never dreamed, however, it would be with someone as devastatingly handsome as Jake Harlow. She couldn’t have made him up, even if she had tried.
And now, here he is, standing in front of her, telling her what she’s going to do… and it's exactly what she needs. She can't deny it any longer.
“There’s something you should know about me,” Jake looks into her eyes. “I’m not the kind of person who only goes halfway…. When I find something I want, I want it all… all the pieces… every inch... and what I want right now, what I need more than anything, is you.”
Ellie’s body screams into overdrive. In a way, she's terrified— no one’s ever said anything like that to her. “Be gentle with me,” she thinks…. Or does she actually say it? She doesn’t know, doesn’t care. She can’t think straight.
“I just need to know one thing,” Jake says. “Can I count on you to trust me?”
“I think—”
“I don’t want you to think ,” he demands. “I want you to know .”
Ellie pauses, and looks away from him for a moment. When she finally looks back up, she's greeted by the iron look of determination in his eyes.
She stands up, runs a finger down the middle of his firm chest. “I do trust you, Jake,” she says.
“Good,” he replies.
Between her legs, his warm hand brushes the soft skin of her thigh, traces a line under the bottom edge of her skirt.
“Now take this off.”
Chapter 6
Ellie’s breath hitches. Before any rational thought develops, she reaches down and grips the tiny button that holds her skirt together. Her fingers tremble as she pushes it through the slit.
She holds the cloth in place for a moment longer— until Jake’s mouth slams into hers— then drops it to the floor.
Her body shivers, not because the apartment is cold, but because Jake’s warm hand finds the small of her back and pulls her close.
He groans as his lips roam her neck, then trace a line to her ear, pulling gently on her lobe. On the back of her neck, hair stands taut. She wraps her arms around him, locks onto his neck, and pulls him back into a kiss.
But Jake suddenly breaks it off and leans back. He looks into Ellie’s eyes. “I’m crazy for you,” he grins. His eyes scan her body. “Since the moment I first saw you outside your apartment,” he pulls the front of her collar, begins to