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“Missing your boyfriend? Don’t worry; you’ll be seeing him soon enough,” he says with a hard edge to his voice.
Puzzled by his tone, I glance inquiringly at him. If he only knew who I was actually thinking about, he’d probably run away as fast as he could. But now that he has brought up Dominic, I realize that I haven’t really thought about him since getting on the plane to come here. I feel a little guilty about that. But it’s not like we are officially dating. My relationship with Dominic is too confusing to think about right now. I decide to ignore Jake’s question and change the subject.
“You know, we should probably head back in and get to bed. Our flight leaves at ten in the morning.”
“Yes, we should,” he agrees. But neither of us makes a move to get up.
I pick up my wine and take another long sip. We sit in comfortable silence for several minutes.
“Would you like some wine? It’s quite addicting.” I hold up the bottle, and a little giggle escapes me.
“I’ll have some, but it sounds like maybe you might’ve had enough.” His eyes are dancing with laughter as he takes the bottle from me.
“Well, boss, I’m off the clock. And I’m perfectly capable of deciding when I’ve had enough wine. Maybe you should stop being a stick-in-the-mud and relax a little.” Another giggle escapes.
He laughs out loud. “A stick-in-the-mud, huh? I’ll have you know that some people actually enjoy being around me. By the way, has anyone ever told you that you’re really adorable when you drink?”
“Me? Adorable? Nope. But I bet all the women tell you how adorable you are.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about that word being applied to a strong, strapping lad such as myself,” he jokes. “But you can call me a hunk, sexy, breathtakingly handsome. All of those will work.”
“Okay, you’re a hunk. And sexy. And breathtakingly handsome. Now, hand me the wine bottle back.” Maybe I am a little tipsy. I would never have said those words aloud if I was thinking straight.
“I don’t think so, Lana. I think you have had enough wine. We’ll have exactly eight hours of sleep if we go in now, but if you drink more wine, that might not be the case.”
“Sleep is overrated. I’m too wired to go to sleep right now, just got a burst of energy. And by the way, I’ve only had two glasses of wine. I’m not drunk,” I say gaily.
No, I’m not drunk, but I’m definitely feelingreallynice.
I reach over to take the bottle of wine from him, but he playfully moves it to the opposite side of his chaise lounge, just out of my reach. Determined to win the battle of wills, I sit up in my chair and lean over him to forcibly take the bottle. In doing so, we end up face-to-face, inches from each other.
I hear him take a quick indrawn breath, and I realize my breasts are pinned against his chest. His blue eyes darken dangerously as they catch mine. The playfulness of the moment before completely evaporates. We’re in a trance, neither of us able to move and break the spell. His eyes trail down to my lips, and I wonder if he wants to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss him.
Emboldened by wine and desire, I lean down and lay my lips softly on his. I pull back an inch, but the draw is too strong. I lean down to kiss him fleetingly again. This time, as I try to pull back, he doesn’t allow it. He growls low in his throat as he grabs the back of my head and urges mecloser. His kiss deepens, and I want to pull back, to fight the desire that is engulfing me, but I am powerless to move away. I taste the wine on his lips and want to taste more.
My body melts against his, and my hands wrap around him. I thread my fingers through his silky hair, and his kisses become more demanding, more powerful. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and gently moves my body so I am straddling him face-to-face. “Lana. We can’t do this.” But then he reaches for me again and pulls my lips hungrily to his. My hands are on his chest, but it’s not enough. I reach under his shirt, desperate for contact with his skin. I feel his muscles jump at my touch. The feel of his skin is an intoxication, more so than any wine.
The air is charged with an electric current that runs through our veins. Thoughts of Jake consume me as his tongue dances with mine. A burst of adrenaline flows through me as he demands more and more from me. His masterful kiss makes my head swim and has me wanting everything he is willing to give. The building intensity is both terrifying and exciting, something I’ve never felt before.
He breaks the contact with my mouth only to rain kisses along my jaw. He finds my earlobe and bites it gently, then moves down to my neck. His hands move the robe off my shoulders, and only then do I realize that my robe has come unbelted. My thin, silky pajama shirt hides nothing from him. A gentle breeze blows against my heated body, and I tremble in response.
I know that this is all wrong. I know that we shouldn’t be doing this. But my body is on fire, and I don’t want to stop. I burn wherever he touches. And I ache wherever I want him to touch.
If his kisses feel this good, how will it feel when he…
Jake grabs my hips and moves my body against his. Desire rushes through me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s an all-consuming fire, and only Jake can put it out. I feel his hardness press up against me. I shudder as he moves his hands under my shirt, up my body, to my breasts. He roughly removes my shirt and then moves his hands around my back. He presses gently against my back to urge me to move forward, closer to him. As he takes my breast in his mouth, I moan in surrender.
“Jake, please,” I whisper. Unsure of what I am asking for, I just want more.
His thumb strokes my hardened nipple before he brings his mouth back. His tongue circles, taunts, and caresses, driving me wild with wanting him. His lightest touch wrings sensual ecstasy from every pore in my body.
“Lana, you are driving me crazy. I want to feel your hands on me.”
I move back and forth against him, wishing we didn’t have clothes on. The only thing that separates us is the thin layer of his clothing and my panties. As I move against him, I can feel how hard he is, and I know that he wants me as badly as I want him. I want to feel his body on mine. Ineedto feel his body on mine. So, I pull off his shirt, push him back, and take over. Everything in me aches as I lean in for another long, deep kiss. Wanting more, I suck on his lower lip before moving lower, trailing kisses down his chest.
When I reach the waistband of his pajama bottoms, he reaches out and covers my hands with his, halting my progress. My startled eyes meet his steely blue ones.
“If we go any further, there is no stopping,” he says in a low, gravelly voice. I can see the desire in his eyes and know that the same reflects in mine. “Are you sure that this is what you want?”
