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“An adventure? With you? How could I resist?” I smile genuinely. The longing to wrap myself around him again rises in me as he leans in and gently kisses me on the mouth, yet seductively enough to fill me with heat once more.
I’ll never tire of this or his need to feel my lips on his. It’s as though they were made to fit mine perfectly.
“I need to be with you. All of this seems like a dream; I’m scared I’ll wake up. I just want to take you out, away from here, away from a bed,” he says in a husky voice as his eyes glint sexily, “I want to feel like we’re actually real … not just sex.”
“You want to spend a day not having sex? Are you ill?” I laugh in disbelief, feeling his forehead for temperature. He slides a hand down under the sheets and cups me at the apex of my thighs to prove he’s not sick, then pulls away with a dirty look and a smirk.
How he could even have anything left after the last few hours’ performance is beyond me.
He seems shy and awkward suddenly, not a Jake trait at all, as the humor drops away.
“I know it sounds stupid, but this whole ‘serious’ thing … it’s a long-forgotten memory. I need some practice at having a girlfriend. I’m worried I may keep you naked in my bed indefinitely, Bambina.” He grins again, moving to lie on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed, and he gently kisses me again, his fingers playing in my hair. “I’ve never really had to evaluate what a real relationship is like; I have no idea what I’m doing.” He leans his chin on my chest and looks up at me cutely with a face that could melt the most frozen of hearts. I am so besotted with his face.
“I never imagined you could be so cute,” I giggle. “This is all new for me too. I was eighteen when I last had a boyfriend, and I never exactly had a steady or normal relationship.” I smile down at him and stroke my fingertips across his ruffled hair.
“Uh-uh. Nope.” He covers my mouth with his palm so quickly that I almost jump at the sudden contact. “You were an untouched virgin who’s never had a single boyfriend in her life, lived like a nun.” He moves over me so he’s hovering above my head. “I was your first everything and will be your last everything, too.” The wicked look in his eyes doesn’t fully hide that tiny hint of seriousness, and I pull his hand off my mouth, amused at this flash of jealousy.
“So, it’s okay for you to have been a man-whore, but I’m a pure, untouched maiden?” I laugh at him, shaking my head.
“I was a virgin too; all those girls were just all smoke and mirrors. I was keeping myself for you.” He grins and nuzzles my neck, pushing me back into the mess of pillows.
“Of course, they were. I totally believe you.” I shift under him, so I can slide my legs open to accommodate him and move them around his waist more easily. He settles on his elbows, coming down to watch my face.
“Completely true story. Scouts honor.” His face turns serious, and he frowns at me a little. “It’s just us. The past doesn’t matter; it never existed before this moment,” he sighs, eyes focused on mine. The hint of a little frown shows how serious he is at this moment, even while being playful.
“Nope. You can erase the past if you like, but not from this point!” I protest. “Reverse to last night on the dance floor, and anything before then can get the giant push. I’m keeping that memory forever.” I slide my arms around his neck to pull him closer, the warmth of his breath fluttering across my naked cleavage and igniting desires I thought we had exhausted.
“Actually, I think I may want to keep the hotel floor memory. It maybe wasn’t our happy start, but it was something I never want to forget.” He nudges my nose with his as though asking if I agree, and I don’t have to hesitate.
“Fine. If we’re picking and choosing memories, I’m keeping the boat kiss.” I lower my brows to show I mean business and narrow my eyes at him pointedly.
“Yeah, I want to keep that too, just not everything in between that and the hotel fuck.” He quirks an eyebrow, and there’s a cheeky glint in his eye, but I can only sigh.
“Please do not refer to what we do as that,” I say, rolling my eyes and cringing at his constant use of the F word.
“As what? Fucking? Why not?” he laughs at me animatedly.
“Because it’s vulgar and makes this sound so … so … sordid!”
“I like fucking you.” He sucks a small area of my neck, and my toes curl in response, despite trying to tell him off.
“Ruining the moment,” I mutter flatly.
“Making love? Having sex? What about screwing?” he murmurs while distracting me with gentle nibbles heading south.
“Hmmm, yes, yes, and no. Equally crass.” I close my eyes at the feel of his breath running down my neck, igniting tingles and shivers through every part of me.
“Jesus, Emma, there has to be some sordidness to our … making love.” He sits up and looks me in the eye, halting his progress abruptly.
“See, there you go! Such a good boyfriend,” I smile up at him, patting him on the head like a puppy, and he shimmies his groin into mine suggestively, pulling a giggle from me.
“Easy to train? Great! I feel so proud. Can we now go back to my previous subject? You know, now that’s all cleared up.” He slides his hands around my wrists and pulls my arms over my head to pin them down gently.
“You want to take me on a date?” I reply with two raised eyebrows and wiggle to get comfy in this pose.
“No. Dates are all I’ve done for years, empty, pointless things. I want to take you out. Something meaningful. I don’t want to call it a date; it seems so far removed from how I feel and what I think we have.” He’s behaving so unsurely, like a nervous teen again. It only makes him more appealing.
Who knew he had this side to him?
“So, where to?” I ask coquettishly, fluttering my lashes as I watch intently. He makes me feel sexy and playful, and I like this latest version of me. His eyes are fixed on my face, lust moving back in as he seems transfixed on my mouth once more. Automatically I part my lips at his focus, my breathing becoming shallow at his expression of pure longing.
Oh boy, is sex all we think about?
“I was thinking,” he says, clearing his throat and pulling his gaze away from my mouth with a long pause, as though it was hard to do, “The Caribbean … a yacht, for some unfinished business.” He looks away, he obviously wants to get to the point without another sexual interlude, and I blanch at him.
“In a day?” I laugh in disbelief, breaking into a smile at how absurd that is.
“Okay, so maybe for a week or three,” he grins back at me, his eyes so clear and alluring in that sparkling green. “I need to undo the memory of the last time we were there.” He kisses me tenderly again, my body heating under his expert mouth. His body shifts to fully pin me down, and he brings his groin to mine so snugly that she almost invites him in.
“I thought you just erased the past?” I smile and wiggle my hips to get him to reunite us down there.
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