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Pais lifts her index finger. It twirls, zeroing in on my crotch. “If the belt stays buckled.”
“Jeans and a belt? That’s not uncomfortable.” I reply sarcastically, giving her a smarmy face. But secretly I’m enjoying her negotiating. “Pants on. Belt off.”
“Pants on. Buttoned. Belt on. Buckled. Or no deal. I’m not a damsel in distress, relying on the hospitality of strangers anymore. I have my phone with me this time, and can call for a ride.”
“Belt buckled. Panties off.” I agree with a devilish wink.
I don’t know what Paisley thinks she’s won, but it’s not this argument. I hadn’t minced words a week ago when I told her that the next time she came, it was going to be on my face. She doesn’t realize I’ve officially charmed the pants off of her. If there are no other options for me while my face is buried in her sweet pussy other than to hump the mattress, then count me in.
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A shirtless Jake flicks a switch, lowering the same style shades in his bedroom that I saw in the living room. He turns down the bedcovers. “Are you standing there all night, or are you getting in?”
My thumb hikes the skirt of my dress, slipping underneath the side of my panties. They slide to my knees and I shimmy a bit for the lacy scrap to fall and puddle at my toes.
Jake’s tongue finds his back molar while he watches me. I don’t know if I did it right. Boldness I’m familiar with. Being seductive isn’t my strong suit. At least not from what I’ve gathered about myself watching the dancers at Sweet Caroline’s.
I climb onto the mattress first. Jake follows suit, flipping off the lamp on his bedside table and bathing the room in darkness. I hear him bunching a pillow between his head and bicep. He faces my side of the bed, curling his large hand, positioning me how he wants me. It comes to rest on my hip.
The blackness leaves me nothing to concentrate on other than what I can hear and feel. My long hair is trapped between my cheek and the pillowcase, creating tension on my scalp. His belt buckle notches into my back and my feet touch the scratchy fabric encasing his legs. I want to rub the bridge of my foot over them, outlining the muscle beneath.
But I try to stay still, warding off a shiver when I wonder how demanding he’d be, how tight his fist would pull at my brown locks if I…If I…
Why did I demand Jake keep his pants on? Exactly what argument was I winning?
I’m not stupid.
I know what’s about to happen.
Frighteningly enough, Iwantwhat’s about to happen. I may even want more than what I agreed to tonight with Jake.
The growing feelings I have for Jake could be construed as me wanting not just his package, but the whole package.
And that makes me feel like I don’t know myself anymore. Sure, there are choices I’ve made that I stand by. However, the person under my shell isn’t the person I thought I was.
The woman in Jake Ballentine’s bed is risking getting her heart broken. Willingly.
I doubt I’m special. Logic has me convinced his persuasive techniques are the same for every woman. But sound judgment has flown out the window by the time a girl’s panties are off, even when she’s smart enough to overrule a man and make him keep his pants on.
I lie still with my eyes closed.
“Did what I say about my dad scare you,corazón?”Jake’s nose nuzzles the back of my neck.
“No.” I revel in the soothing softness of his lips. “I had a vague idea of what happened to your family when we began whatever this is.”
There’s something relatable to his parents’ story. Mine lived for each other, too. Although my dad was sick before he died, the way it ended was as tragic for my mom. I don’t blame her for not being ready to move on. Jake’s dad isn’t around anymore either, and maybe for Caroline, the time her husband was incarcerated parallels my mom’s experiences learning how to love someone who won’t be around any longer. Teaching herself what she wants in the future when half of what made the past worth living for is gone.
Jake’s palm glides from my hip to my belly. His lithe body cocooned around mine, I’m safe surrounded by his powerful shoulders. As if nothing could hurt me, not even my own bad decisions. Apart we are two parts of the same circle. Joined, we’re the complete ring.
I chose every step of my life on my own. I’ve never feltincompletewithout anyone else. So why do I have these feelings for Jake? And what do I do with them if we find ourselves un-stuck? What happens if Jake’s priority becomes me, but his past choices tear us apart?
I’m forced to reevaluate why I was fine with my decision to let Gavin find his perfect person. I accepted the idea of remaining alone. But despite his surly imperfections, I’m falling in love with Jake Ballentine, and that scares the shit out of me.
“Corazón?”Jake’s thumb glances over the underside of my breast. “You’re never this quiet.”
