Chapter eleven
Jakehurriedthroughhisshower, spritzed himself with a little cologne, and even packed himself an overnight bag, just in case. He kept it simple with clean jeans and a green button-down shirt. As he walked up to Olivia’s door, she stepped out in a light blue strapless dress that went to the floor. He was almost disappointed to see a denim jacket over her arm. Jake really hoped it didn’t have to come between him and that expanse of sexy tanned skin. She had twisted her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck, and long gold earrings sparkled in the light. She took the arm he offered and they made their way down the stairs.
Walking the harbor was something he’d done growing up in Baltimore a hundred times. He drove through Fells Point and Little Italy, parked in the public parking garage off South Gay Street, then ran around the car to open the door for her. They walked along the historic district, ducking into Harborplace to window shop. He took a selfie of the two of them with the lighthouse in the background. The wonder on her face showed him this was one area of the city her squad had missed. She was content to just walk around. He certainly wasn’t complaining.
As the sun started to set, he pulled her across the block to the Baltimore World Trade Center. He paid for admission for two to ride the elevator to the 27thfloor, to the Top of the World Observation deck. Three-hundred-sixty-degree views greeted them. Olivia wandered around, taking photos on her phone as the sky exploded with color. Entranced, Jake followed her, the rich oranges and reds of the sky lighting her up in sensuous shades.
“Jake. This view is stunning.”
“It sure is.” But he wasn’t looking out the window.
He slipped an arm around her as the announcement came that they were closing. Disappointed it was over so quickly, they went back into the elevator to head back down to Earth.
Dinner was soft shell crab sandwiches from a food truck, then they toured Ripley’s Believe it or Not! before ducking into the planetarium at the science center. There they toured the Milky Way and whispered Sailor Moon jokes to each other, mostly about how the Moon Kingdom didn’t show up anywhere. She had shrugged her jacket on by then, but he still used the air conditioning as an excuse to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
When all that had come to an end, Jake reluctantly walked her back to her apartment door.
“I had a great time, Jake.” She raised her head from his shoulder and turned to face him.
“Me, too.” His hand slipped from her shoulder to her waist, and he was spellbound. A few golden strands had fallen out of her bun, and he tucked them behind her ear. Her cornflower blue eyes appraised him. What was she thinking?
“Do you want to come in?” Hell yes. “I have wine, or I can make coffee if you’re worried about driving.”
He leaned down and gently sipped from her lips, chaste kisses that hinted at the lust underneath. One hand still at her waist, the other gently palmed her ass and pressed her into him. When he ended it, she had the cutest dazed look on her face that he almost laughed. “Whatever sounds good to you.” Without another word, Olivia unlocked her door with trembling hands, then pulled him inside.
Her apartment boasted a red couch and a bookshelf full of DVDs and Blu-ray discs next to a decent-sized flat screen. She shrugged off her jacket and hung it up on what he assumed to be a coat rack, but there were so many jackets on it he couldn’t be sure.
“Grab a seat on the sofa. What do you want to drink?”
“I’ll just take a water.” He wanted to stay hydrated for this.
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
He went to sit in the middle of the couch, but someone was already there.
“You must be Kusanagi.” He stroked the cat in her sleep. She was curled into a donut shape in the middle couch cushion like she owned it.
“She probably got tired of waiting up for me.” Olivia chuckled as she carried over two glasses of water, and handed him one. He set it on the coffee table, intent on something else.
She took a drink, then looked between him and the curled-up ball of black and white fur crowding the couch. When she bent and placed her glass on the coffee table, Jake took her hand and pulled her into his lap. He had to taste her again. Pressing his lips to her shoulder, he trailed open-mouth kisses across the expanse of skin that had been driving him crazy all night, up her neck, till he could nibble her ear.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
“You too, huh?” Her words came out on a sigh.
“I hated leaving you Tuesday.” Her eyes opened wide at his confession before he captured her lips in a fiery kiss reminiscent of the one he said goodbye with that night. Reaching his hands into her bun, he pulled the pins out as she turned the tables on him and ravaged his lips. Her tongue swirled around his, sucking it into her mouth. Her hair elastic went flying, and he threaded his fingers through her hair as it fell in waves down her shoulders. Using his hold on her, Jake took control of the kiss once more until they were breathless. She turned in his lap and hiked up her long dress to straddle him. Cupping her breasts through her dress, he licked down her throat, stopping to suck at the pulse point where it fluttered near her collarbone. When she moaned, he kept going, pulling the strapless dress down to reveal her breasts, nipples already pink and standing up at attention. She hadn’t been wearing a bra thiswhole time?
Groaning, he palmed her breasts and rubbed his thumb over the peaks. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra today or I wouldn’t have made it to the harbor.”
“The only perk of small boobs is being able to go without.”
He glared at her. “They’re perfect and I never want to hear another disparaging comment about them.” Just to prove it, he opened his jaw wide and sucked an entire mound into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. She groaned and ground her heat into his pulsing erection. He released her and flicked his tongue over her tight bud while rolling the other under his thumb. She gyrated harder.
“Didn’t you ever hear the phrase, more than a mouthful’s a waste?” He grinned up at her but her eyes were closed, so he switched his attentions to the other nipple.
She just grunted and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him tight to her breast. That sounded like a ‘no.’
The way she kept rubbing herself on his cock through his jeans was going to make him embarrass himself. He hadn’t come in his pants since he was a teenager. It took a Herculean effort to take him away from her tit, but he looked up at her glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. His hands slid from her ankles to the thighs that squeezed his hips, taking the dress up with them. She raised her arms with a satisfied look, and he threw the soft knit fabric over her head and off to the side. Then her nimble hands made quick work of his clothes. After a flurry of undressing, she was sliding a condom from his wallet over his dick and climbing back on his lap.
