When he let up, I managed to pant his name as he kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped along my collarbone. “Jake,” I heaved as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip.
Jake’s hands found my ass and lifted me off my feet with a grunt.
“Jake! Jake!” I tried to get his attention. “Jake!”
“What?” he asked.
“Put me down.”
“Why?”
Mortified to be having this conversation, I ignored my throbbing clit and kept going. “I’m too heavy.”
“Fuck off you are.” He growled.
Then as if to prove a point, Jake’s fingers dug into the fleshy part of my ass as he threw open the screen door, almost ripping it from its hinges, and stomped inside.
I didn’t get time to look around as he carried me through the living area and into the bedroom before tossing me down on the navy comforter with a bounce. Not giving me time to move or think, Jake followed me down, caging me in, his forearms propping him up.
“Don’t ever say that again, Kellie,” Jake warned.
As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted to melt into this mattress and this man, I couldn’t help myself. Letting him have his way was no fun, and it certainly wasn’t me.
“Or what, Jake?” I baited, breathlessly.
A sly smirk crept across his face, and I reached up and ran my finger across his swollen lips. “Or I’ll spank your ass until it’s pink and you remember not to talk negatively about yourself again. You’re perfect, Kellie.”
“Jake, I can assure you, I’m far from perfect,” I confirmed, not wanting to give him false hope.
“You are perfect, Marshmallow. Always have been. Always will be.”
The way he said it with such tenderness had my heart melting, and all the things we needed to talk about evaporated from my mind.
Jake kissed me again, and this time it was different. It was like he was trying to say something without words. I wanted to listen, I really did, but I had my heart to protect. I had no doubt I loved this man, but I had to be smart. Thinking with my vagina wasn’t going to do me, Cassie, or Jake any good. I had to keep a level head. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t scratch the itch that had been building since the moment Jake showed back up in my life.
My boobs were aching. My nipples were straining the lace bra, and I knew it was my fault. I hadn’t been thinking, or maybe I had when I’d gotten dressed wearing the matching purple lacy bra and panty set I’d had hidden in the back of my drawer for way too long.
Jake rubbed his denim-clad erection along the seam of my jeans, creating just enough friction where I needed it the most.
“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me now,” I demanded, not giving a shit if I sounded like a wanton hussy.
Jake smirked at me again as his weight lifted off me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as he stood up and toed off his boots before starting on the buttons of his shirt. It was a slow, painful striptease that one day, I’d like to enjoy, but today wasn’t that day. I didn’t have the patience right now to watch as his abs were revealed one by one before the dark trail of hair ran from his navel to the top of his jeans was exposed.
With a groan, I flopped back against the mattress and popped the button on my jeans before lifting my hips and shimmying them down my legs. I heard Jake’s deep, throaty chuckle barely a breath before I felt his hands wrap around my ankle. Freezing, I waited for him to reject me. Until now, hormones had been driving us, but now I was half-naked and knew he’d changed his mind.
Reaching for my jeans, I tried to tug them up only for Jake to grab my wrist and stop me. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting dressed,” I answered, trying to break free of his grip and get my clothes back on.
“Like fuck you are.”
“Jake…” There was desperation in my voice, and it was taking everything I had not to burst into tears. “I’m not… I’m not…”
“You’re not what, Kellie?” Jake pushed.
“I’m not like the girls you’re used to,” I admitted, turning my head away. I couldn’t bear to see his eyes right now.
“The girls I’m used to?” Jake repeated harshly.
