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As we settled onto the couch, Jake's arm around my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Patsy's latest update had made it clear that she was watching us, and I had a feeling she wasn't going to stop until she had stirred up as much drama as possible.
But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside. I had Jake, and that was all that mattered. Together, we would weather whatever storms came our way.
I glanced up at him, watching his eyes grow heavy as he rested his head on the back of the couch, and smiled.
There was a time when I never thought I would have a man like this in my life. I'd thought my time of finding love was long gone, but I guess you never know when it's right in front of you. I certainly didn't want to miss my chance at a life filled with love and laughter.
"Where's Hailey?" I asked as the thought suddenly popped into my head.
"She's at Amy's, fell asleep holding Amelia and I was under two strict orders. First, under no circumstances should I wake Amelia. Secondly, if I didn't come over here and fix things with you, Amy was going to kick my ass. And even two days postpartum, I think she would have."
"So, you came here to avoid getting kicked in the ass?"
"No, I came here to tell you how sorry I am, to tell you I trust you, to tell you I've been wrong before, but most importantly, I came to tell you I love you."
I grinned. "Well, that was pretty good."
He gave me a lopsided grin and kissed me. His hands roamed my body, I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, and I was ready for it. Besides, make up sex was what fights were for right?
But this wasn't just make-up sex. This was “I really love you” sex. His kisses were long and drawn out, searing down to the deepest part of me.
I wanted him to have me, all of me.
The way he looked at me made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Like I was the only person who existed in that moment.
His hands traced the curve of my waist, and I melted into his touch. Every inch of my skin was electrified, tingling with anticipation.
I reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head, and took a moment to appreciate the view.
God, he was gorgeous. The planes of his chest were chiseled and defined, his arms corded with muscle. I trailed my fingers along his skin, savoring the way he shivered beneath my touch.
He was breathing heavily, his gaze intense as he watched me explore his body. When he couldn't take it anymore, he leaned in and captured my lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue dancing with mine.
My heart raced, and I surrendered to the sensation, letting him take the lead. He guided me down to the couch, his weight settling on top of me.
I could feel his arousal pressing against me through the thin fabric of my clothes, and it sent a thrill of desire through my core. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing along my jaw and down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Shall we move to your bedroom?"
I realized this was the first time he'd ever been to my house. I guess now was as good as time as any to break it in.
I nodded, my breath coming out in short gasps. "Yes."
He scooped me up effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom.
Once there, he laid me down gently on the bed, his gaze never leaving mine.
His hands went to the buttons on my blouse, undoing them slowly, his fingers brushing against my skin. The anticipation was killing me. I just wanted him to rip it open like some Harlequin bodice ripper.
As my shirt fell open, he paused, drinking in the sight of me. "I could never get tired of looking at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
I tugged at his belt buckle, desperate for him to continue, but he pulled away from me and chuckled, his eyes dark with lust. "Patience, darling."
Patience was the last thing on my mind. I wanted him, all of him, and I wasn't about to wait any longer.
I pulled him close, our bodies pressed together, his arousal grinding against me. The friction was delicious. Jake groaned, his control slipping. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra. After what felt like forever, the dreadful garment slipped off my nipples and greeted him, all pink and peaked begging for his attention.
He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. It was like a delicious release, that feeling when of wanting something so much and finally getting it. Like scratching an impossibly hard to reach itch.
I arched into his touch, my body aching for more. "Please," I moaned, my need clear.
