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“So…?” She starts.
“So what?” I retort, fighting to hold in a grin.
“Jake?!”
“Okay, before you say anything, I told you about the little incident and our night at the hotel. But there might have been a few developments on the flight to London.”
I look away, not exactly sure how to tell my little sister I let an almost stranger make me come in a plane full of passengers.
“I’m listening.”
“We’ve decided to keep seeing each other,” is what I choose to go for.
“That’s amazing, Anna! He is so hot and nice! Ryan is going to shit a brick.”
“What does Ryan have to do with anything? Nope, never mind.”
“Alright, whatever you say. As long as you don’t let that hot piece of male fineness go to waste.”
I hit her with a throw pillow, and we dissolve into giggles.
Later that evening, after a quick nap, primping session, and more thorough interrogation on Amy’s part, we meet the guys at an Irish pub in Camden. When Jake’s gaze falls on me, I want to kiss my sister for insisting I wear a sexy but classy red wrap dress. The crossed fabric at my chest reveals just enough cleavage to err on the seductive side, and the flowy skirt falls to my knees. The curve of my calves is stressed by a pair of short-heeled sling-backs. Amy did my hair in big curls and added a touch of sophistication to my usually barely noticeable makeup. I feel more beautiful than usual. Empowered. And I can see Jake is picking up what I’m putting down. His tenebrous eyes light up with the flames of desire, and he leaves Jonathan’s side without a word. Not caring that his friend was still talking to him. Jake walks through the loud pub, his formidable stature making the crowd part, and plants himself right in front of me. Hooking an arm around my waist, he lowers his lips to mine, and takes my mouth in a long and thorough kiss. Guess there’s no doubt who this girl belongs to tonight.
Jake and I share one side of the booth, while my sister and Jon face us. We eat and laugh. The two of us stealing kisses from each other. It’s heaven. But, they have a meeting first thing in the morning. So, we leave the pub around eleven.
Jon and Amy walk ahead of us, debating over random subjects. I can tell these two will whether get together or become inseparable friends. Jake and I are a few steps back. His arm slung over my shoulder, the side of his face resting on top of my hair. Our fingers interlaced. His warmth surrounding me in the fresh Spring night. My nose buried in his deliciously scented, soft fabric of his shirt. I like his outfit tonight, washed denims and a white and green flannel. The color does wonders for his bronze skin. His lustrous hair falling over his bulky shoulders.
“I’m gonna miss sleeping with you tonight,” Jake rumbles close to my ear.
I smile.
“Me too.”
“Good.” He adds with a kiss to my temple.
I smile.
“I need you well rested,” he says.
I nod. Knowing full well I’ll most likely pass out from exhaustion after Amy and I talk for hours. Jake stops us in the middle of the cobble-stoned street and brings the back of my hand to his full lips.
“You’re coming to see me play tomorrow?” he inquires, confirming our plans.
“Yes,” I answer breathily, completely under his spell.
Body vibrating and mind full of feels.
His smile grows wicked. The streetlight carving his handsome features in shadows, giving Jake an air of danger. I’m nothing if not a moth to a flame.
His intense eyes hold mine captive. His hand cupping my face. Thumb rubbing over the apple of my cheek. He leans in, lips a breath away from mine, gaze unwavering.
Jake asks against my mouth, “you’ll stay with me for the night?”
“Yes,” I respond in an exhale.
A second before his tongue plunges between my lips. Large palms circling my waist. My own hands wrapped around his powerful neck, pulling Jake down to deepen our connection. Delicious sensations coursing through my entire being. From my taut nipples, soaked pussy, to the heart beating madly inside my chest. Our tongues tangle, swirl, lick and retreat. Our lips crushed, upper bodies molded, mid-sections trying to gain some relief through friction.
“Get a room!” Jonathan yells.
