I wanted more.
Just as I was wondering if it’d be okay to slide my hand under his T-shirt, he slowly pulled away.
‘Fuck.I want to kiss you,’ he whispered.‘So badly.’
‘But you just did?’ I panted.
‘Oh, baby, that wasn’t a real kiss,’ he chuckled.‘When I do it for real, you’ll feel the difference.Trust me.’
Holy crap.
If he could scramble my brain and make me wet just from that and he didn’t consider that a proper kiss, God help me when he did itfor real.
If my logic was with me right now, it’d say that I should consider myself lucky that we’d stopped because we both knew that this was a very bad idea.
But like I’d said, common sense was locked away in my hotel room.
I was past the point of caring.
I liked Jake.A lot.
And even though I knew it couldn’t go anywhere, the devil was dancing on my shoulder, willing me to live a little.To let down my guard and enjoy myself for a change without worrying about all of the things that could go wrong.
So instead of thinking I should slam on the brakes, the only thought racing through my mind right now was what Jake had just said.
He’d said that when he kissed me for real I’d feel the difference.
I didn’t doubt him, but now all I wanted to know was how long I’d have to wait to find out…
27
HALLE
‘So, I’ll see you at dinner?’ Jake said as we got off the coach.
I paused.
It was now or never.
When we’d got off the Pacific Wheel, Jake had put his glasses back on, but despite that I still knew he was looking at me, a lot, because I was doing the same.
The pull between us was magnetic.
After surviving for years without sleeping with a man, suddenly all I wanted to do was feel Jake between my legs.
I didn’t just want him to kiss me for real.I wanted him to fuck me too.
But I was scared.
I was still scarred from what happened to me before.
And now that we were back at the hotel, my common sense was slowly creeping back and it was battling with my growing desire.
Whilst it agreed that it was time to sleep with another man, it was telling me that Jake wasn’t the best choice.
It was advising me to go with someone less sexually active.Not a guy who’d probably had sex with more women than the population of a small country.
It was warning me that I was on the verge of making a big mistake.
