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Jake’s chin wrinkles. “You like kids,Corazón?”
His endearment may have started out to fool others, but I know what it translates to. My heart.
Jake has mine and, if I’m not careful, too soon it will get broken.
“Mm-hmm.” I hum my answer.
Jake swallows, wrapping me tighter in his arms. The lightness I felt before we stepped onto the dance floor fades.
He kisses the crown of my head, his lips lingering. “There’s something else I want to say, Paisley.”
“Careful with the compliments, Jake. My ego might get as big as yours.”
I look up and those blue eyes are dark and serious. “I’d do anything for you.
After he says it, Jake’s features soften as if his admission astounds him.
“Okay.” I set my thumb into the cleft in his chin. “Repeat after me. I don’t just like being around you, Paisley Cooper. I like you.”
He brushes my hand away and places both palms over my cheeks. Before kissing me, he says, “I don’t just love you, Paisley Cooper. I want to take you home, lie you down in your bed, and show you exactly how much.”
If anyone surrounding us hadn’t heard the rumor that Jake and I were together, they’d have figured it out when our lips parted after he used the L-word.
I, for sure, wasn’t saying it first. Jake zipped right past what I needed to hear to what my heart wanted.
The flutters are back. A million wings beat inside my chest.
I’m ready to risk wanting Jake in all the ways I denied myself from wanting him. I want his body covering mine and to feel him inside of me. I want to hear him tell me he loves me again as we undress. I want to give him my secret and hear him say he loves me, anyway. That I’m perfect the way I am. That his strong shoulders and that soft place I always seem to land against his chest will protect me.
“Why are we still here?” I ask, as Jake nips at my lower lip.
Jake and I leave the dance floor and make our goodbyes. I feel awful that I haven’t spent enough time with our guests, except my blood is on fire thinking about the promise of Jake in my bed.
My mother touches my forehead. My flushed face concerns her when I mention that I have a slight headache. I’m certain that Sloan and Holly see through my excuse. Both apprise Jake with knowing looks and lean into their husbands as if they hope the night ends on the same note.
My feet weren’t touching the ground before Jake scoops under my butt and carries me into my bedroom. We kiss with reckless abandon and my fingertips make fast work of the buttons on his shirt. I’m drowning in his scent and living off of the euphoria of not having to hold back.
Fucking is Jake’s idea. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great idea. I’m all in. But no matter how much I want him, I can still maintain that I had no expectations of going to bed with him tonight.
The worst lies are the ones you tell yourself. I should have been truthful with Jake.
I kneel on the bed, watching a brutally sexy Jake shed his coat. His wrists catch on his cuffs and his shirt is wide open, exposing smooth skin that covers hard muscle. I unbuckle that pesky belt and his trousers fall to the floor. I grip his long length, my fingers hardly completing a circle around his swollen shaft. Jake lets out a painful groan when I tug. His lip curls and his white teeth flash an arrogant smile, proving he likes me taking the lead. Rolling a condom on, my impetuousness makes me wonder if it will cover his entire shaft. Jake is well-endowed and we’re not having sex without protection.
The jeweled button securing my dress at my neck is undone. The frantic need to see how amazing sleeping together will be puts a stop to our undressing. We fall backward onto the mattress. Jake’s heavy paw eases up my leg, bunching the trapped yards of silky fabric at our waists.
“I wanted to fuck you so hard the night you ran into the club. I wanted to take my cock out, lift your lily white dress, and lay waste to your pretty pink pussy,” he says gruffly.
“Why didn’t you?” His words have me soaked.
“Lust makes a man weak.” Jake licks down my neck, intending to dip his mouth closer to my breasts.
I whimper when our chests separate. Again, when he grabs my thigh, pushing it up and my slick core feels the first sensation of the mushroom head of his cock sliding against my slit.
“And love doesn’t?”
“No. Love lets me claim your cunt as my own and vow to never let another man near you again.”
My back arches as Jake thrusts his cock inside of me. The searing pain of someone as tiny as me accommodating his size subsides with the gentle rocking motion of his hips. I swallow virginal words I never understood until I saw how well-endowed Jake is. I worried it would never fit. But it fits. We fit.
