CHAPTER141
I liked them. I wish they would come back and replace the constant arguments and anger between us lately, the constant sizzling tension and instant flare ups of bad moods and hurt feelings.
What the hell happened to us?
“You think I’m all about my work, and I don’t, what … let life ever interfere?” I snap accusingly.
“Take from it whatever you will,” he says, being cryptic as usual. He’s pouring himself a drink, a strong one. For no reason whatsoever, this action makes me more furious with him, his chilling and kicking back with booze whenever things get serious.
Screw him.
“I know how to have a life. I choose to work more than I fuck about with sex and parties.” I know that isn’t fair; he works harder than he plays, more than most in his business. I’ve seen it; that’s why I’m always by his side and flying across continents. I’m being a bitch for the sake of being a bitch.
“Do you, Emma? I’m pretty sure that stick up your ass is well and truly lodged,” he growls at me, and I blanche.
What the hell? Why is this ‘attack Emma time’ suddenly, and how did we get so goddamn mad at one another, over nothing?
We’re literally yelling at each other, tension crackling in the air as the atmosphere thickens. This constant, goddamn, weird, uptight air is always around us now.
“What the actual fuck? You chose me as your PA because of how I work. Now what? You’re saying I’m too what … anal? You want a party buddy instead?” I yell at him, my body tense as I wave my hands around in frustration, matching glares of steel on both our faces.
“I want a fucking normal assistant! One who doesn’t fucking make me feel like I want to beat the shit out of her one minute and screw her the next! This sexual tension between us, all the fucking time, is absolutely killing me!” he spits cruelly, looking me dead in the eye angrily, and it completely floors me.
Wow.
I’m literally frozen.
I mean what? That’s what this is?
I gawk at him, wide-eyed and speechless, mouth slightly open with surprise as his words sink in.
“Fuck this shit!” he snaps and throws his glass at the sink rather dramatically. It smashes across the tiles sending shards everywhere, making me jump; his hostility reverberates around the room and silence hits hard. Without another word, he stalks toward me, looking dark and crazy, sending a shiver of fear down my spine, immobilizing me for a second, before sense has me backing up until I bump into a hard surface.
I’ve no clue what he’s doing.
Jake comes right at me as I attempt to flee sidesways; he pushes me hard against the wall behind me once more and crushes his mouth to mine like our lives depend on it. His lips rams against mine with such force it takes my breath away, and I’m too stunned to stop him. My brain is still back in the middle of the room floundering at his statement and hasn’t yet caught up.
I take a minute to pull in my breath. I respond in a way that shocks me to the core, some primal inner me taking advantage of the few seconds of shock. I latch onto his kiss purposefully, opening my lips to have his tongue and mine entwine. A groan comes from deep inside me, hot and wanton. Nothing about this is right, but I can’t stop it; I’ve never known this surge that is coursing through my body, consuming me. I wrap myself around him, his hands in my hair, and mine around his neck. He’s kissing me with all the passion and pent-up frustration from weeks of weird vibes between us, making love to me with his mouth while his hands run over me and pin me to him forcefully, our bodies pulsing in unison.
This sudden overpowering need to have every inch of him joined with mine overtakes all sense and reason. A release from all the anger and fighting and heartbreak bursts over me like a dam overflowing. The urge to let him devour me and take all the tension away overwhelms me. He lifts me up against the wall and pulls me hard into him, my legs moving automatically around his waist, my skirt riding up exposing my thighs.
The strength emanating from him only pushes me further into this feeling of raging desire. I want this. I need this. I stop that little inner voice of fear and panic trying to wheedle in, and I push her down harshly with an icy shove.
No! You won’t stop it this time.
After everything that’s happened, everything I’ve felt these past few weeks in his absence and feeling like we let a gulf open between us, I don’t care about the consequences anymore. I want to lose myself in everything that’s him and let my control, for once, subside. I need him.
He pulls me off the wall, and we’re on the floor in an instant, mouths still deliciously molded together, the carpet soft under my back as he cushions the transition. His attention awakens that deepest desire in me while the weight of his body on mine is sexy and turns me on so crazily.
He’s on top of me and we’re pulling at each other’s clothes without thought, every hard curve of his body pushed against mine, grinding into me. He wants me as much as I want him, his erection crushing into my damp panties. His mouth knows no limits, and he’s kissing me with all the expertise of a seasoned pro; he could make me tip over the edge with his kiss alone, and he seems to know it."
