thighs
as he peeled the denim away.
I’d never felt so vulnerable as when
his lips touched low on my bare back. I liked the way it felt, but
it was so unexpected, so alien. I froze like a thief caught in a
spotlight; glad he couldn’t see my face.
The heat of his breath disappeared.
The cushion beneath me shifted. “Angel?” I turned to face his
raised eyebrows. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want
to.”
“I want to.” I was glad the lights
were low. I didn’t want him to see how tense I was.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
Two thumps and Jakes shoes hit the
concrete floor behind him. Quickly standing, Jake removed
everything from his lower half in one motion. Before I could
appreciate the sight of him, he swooped back down, forcing my body
onto the chaise until he was, once more, completely on top of me.
His magical kisses relaxed me. His gifted hands held me
tight.
A languorous moan rumbled through my
chest as he moved his mouth down my neck. “Oh, I like that.” Jake
whispered as he nibbled my ear. “Are you noisy? Should I make you
scream?”
I gasped and froze; too shocked to
remember what I was doing just a moment ago.
Jake pulled back just enough to look
me in the eye. “I’m making you uncomfortable.” It wasn’t a
question.
My hands suddenly tingled. My flushed
cheeks ran cold.
Jake sighed and sat up. “It’s okay,
Angel. I’m not trying to take advantage of you.”
I sat up, too. “I want this. I do.
It’s just—I’ve never . . . you know. And I don’t want to disappoint
you.”
His shoulders dropped while the gaze
he’d kept trained on me shifted to the wall beyond. He offered a
small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “This is wrong.” He shook
his head. “We should wait.”
My heart seemed to crack at those last
three words and I couldn’t hide my regret for telling him. I
couldn’t explain how I felt. I hadn’t snuck away that morning,
planning on throwing myself at Jake. I was just going to watch him
sing and pretend he was doing it for me. But he asked me for this
and I was more than willing to give him my all. I just didn’t know
how.
The hot pricks of tears swelled behind
my eyes, as did the shame of my inexperience. I wanted to disappear
and drew my knees up to my chest. The thought of stopping, of not
having him, made me wilt.
“Hey.” He reached out, taking hold of
my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
I took a pleading breath. “I’ve been
waiting my whole life.”
After thinking for a long moment, he
spoke. “You can be so sweet,” Jake grinned. “Are you
sure?”
I nodded.
“To be honest, Angel, the second I
said ‘wait’, I wished to take it back.”
“You did? You want to?”
He placed the backs of his
fingers against my cheek. “Are you serious? I can’t be the first
guy to try. I mean, you’re so damn beautiful. I wanna . . .” He
moved his hands erratically in the air between us.
“ Do things to you. You make me feel like a
caveman.”
My mind filled with a cartoony image
of Cro-Magnon-Jake. It stretched my face into a grin. “You wanna
club me and drag me away by my hair?”
He gave a slight smile, running his
fingers down my side, to my hip. His eyes held no humor when he
said, “There’ll be no clubbing, Baby Seal.” He put a hand across my
throat. I watched, mesmerized as he ran his tongue across his
bottom lip. “I might go for some hair pulling, though.”
My whole body seemed to go up in
smoke, singed by those erotic words. My heart fluttered, feeling
his fingers around the sides of my neck, his thumb grazing my
throat. The touch relaxed every muscle in my body. “That’s the
sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Jake moved closer, resting his other
hand by my hip. “No, being the one you choose as your first is
sexy.”
With a kiss, he tipped me back,
pressed his full weight onto me, letting me feel his long body as
his lips sank to my chin, my collar bone, then my shoulder. My
entire body
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