CHAPTER TWELVE
CAYLEE
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“Tell me how wet youare,” Jake growls into my mouth.
“Soaked.”
“Fuck.”He takes my hand, pulling me back to the car.He waits as I put my seatbelt on, then closes the door.The moment he gets around to the driver’s side, he turns to me.
“Unzip your jeans.”
My heart rate is off the charts.I’m sure if I were plugged into a monitor, medical people would be calling this an emergency.
Perhaps it is.
I should be saying no.
Jake’s explanation was vague, and yet I believe him.Enough to let this happen, anyway.
But that’s not why I’m sitting here, sliding my zipper down and breathing in Jake’s sexy aftershave as his hand slips inside my jeans.
I’m here because I need him to touch me like I need my next bit of oxygen.
I was soaked.
I was soaked before he arrived at the restaurant.
I realize that’s messed up, and I deserve his lies and any heartache that follows, but tell my vagina that.
It’s her fault.
I lift my hips, giving him better access.
“Jesus Christ,” he moans as his finger glides through my wet pussy.“I’m going to fuck you slow and hard, Caylee.”
“You promise?”I moan, arching as his fingers disappear, then he tugs them out and slips them into his mouth.
Oh god, I might come before we even get home.
“Fuck,” he starts the car.“I promise, baby.”
Baby.
Jake has never called me that before.Does it mean something?
I know I should insist that this is just dinner and make him prove to me he’ll respect our time together.But his dimples appeared, and my panties were destroyed, so my brain turned off.
I mean, if it wasn’t another woman...if it could work this time.If his mom is going through some things...
