Chapter Twenty-two
As we inched closer to the lodge, I felt like a total badass. I turned the machine off and was surprised when Jake hopped off and scooped me up, carrying me up the stairs and into the house.
“What? Are we crossing the threshold here?” I laughed at the ridiculousness of him carrying me into the house, and then up the stairs.
“Gotta make sweet love to my woman now,” he winked at me and I was smiling from ear to ear.
I expected him to take me into the bedroom for round two, but instead we were heading into the spare bedroom. My eyes zeroed in on the mirror and my whole body shook from the memory of his words about that mirror.
He set me down facing the full-length freestanding mirror and stood behind me. I looked a little like a hot mess. A hot mess that had been deliciously screwed on the hood of a sexy car. Softly his fingers unzipped me, then slowly, with both hands, he moved my sleeves down, baring my breasts, then my navel, before the whole dress pooled around my toes. His chest rumbled behind me, making me hyperaware of the intimacy of this moment. My eyes met with his as they committed my body into memory.
“I need to see you,” I whispered to him. His eyes flew to mine before he slid off his tattered shirt and jacket. I felt so small standing in front of him. You could see his chest, arms, and sides silhouetting around me.
“So beautiful.” His lips touched my neck, warm breath caressing my skin. My hands went to his head. Holding him there against me. There were no words that could be uttered to improve this moment. His hands ravished my breasts, teasing my pink tips, then flowing along the little curves of my waist. When his finger brushed against my clit, my nails dug into his thick brown hair. He teased me gently, making my hips move towards him, needing everything he had to give me.
Goosebumps rose over my skin when his other hand left to undo his slacks. We were completely open to each other, both baring our skin and souls. No boundaries. His mouth licked down my spine and back up. My hands joined his, lacing them together as he moved over my body as one. When he placed my hands against the sides of the mirror stand, I knew this moment was going to be life-changing. One strong finger ran down the line of my spine and slowly moved back up. I shook with need but stayed silent, my eyes trying to find the man silhouetted behind me. All the lights were off in the house, but I could see him by the moonlight coming in through the window.
I felt him prod my entrance and wiggled for him to take me again. It was all I wanted. He and I, like this. I felt my heart clench and my brain clicked. I’d known this man for not even a week, and he proved to be everything I didn’t even know I wanted. He was the perfect match for me. No matter how hard I wanted to fight it, I was falling in love with him. Our eyes met and in that second I knew my thoughts were written on my face. He could see it. He growled and pushed into me, my toes lifting up to keep myself rooted on him, just as he said they would. My head dropped from feeling a shiver course through me, and my insides clenched.
“Eyes,” he commanded, and I gave my gaze back to him. I expected him to go full force into me but I was wrong. Slowly he slid out to the tip then back in. The pace was so slow, it was like a sweet torture. With every thrust, I inched closer and closer toward the mirror. Gasps of my breath filled the room, mixed with a lion’s roar outside the window. The soundtrack to my new life. He pulled completely out and turned me around, lips melding to mine with uninhibited need. He walked us backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and I went down onto my back. Jake was there with me, sliding into me without haste.
That night Jake Wild made love to me. He was my everything. He’d seen it all, and he was giving me all he had. Sweat, groans, and tangled sheets were burned into my memory. We fell asleep wrapped in our embrace of acceptance. This was love; we were love.
When I woke in the morning, the sun was shining and there was a glass of water, a croissant, and a note on the nightstand. I couldn’t feel my legs again, but this time I knew it was because there was a Binksie lying on them. I reached over to the note and read the cursive letters. Jake had lovely penmanship.
Had to take care of an emergency. Have breakfast, take a shower, and join me at the wolves. Time to meet the pack.
Always something happening at the rescue. It was never ending, in a wonderful way. Jake was helping creatures that needed him. He was acting as their voice, when they had no words. I took a sip of the water and grabbed the pastry. Lying back on the pillow, I ate my pastry and smiled like a goof about how my life was taking a sharp turn I had never expected. I guess I should thank my niece for this change. If it were not for her party and the damn wallaby, I wouldn’t have run into Jake. Maybe a nice shopping trip with her auntie would be reward enough.
Soon I felt sated from the bread and more than a little excited to see Jake again. I blew Binksie a kiss before nudging him off my legs. He looked at me with those piercing serval eyes, but politely moved. Naked, I checked the windows to see that Jake had closed the sheer curtains, but still a little paranoid, I wrapped myself in the sheet and ran to the bathroom in Jake’s room. Grabbing my phoneme saw I had notifications from a few people, but knew my salon wasn’t open yet and I wanted to be in my little post-glorious-night ignorance. I turned on some music, since I did almost everything listening to music, and jumped into the shower. He had such a nice shower.
