His arms were stretched behind his head as he slept, so she nestled her body against his and laid her gently on his chest. She held her breath when he shifted slightly, and peeked up at his face to see if she had woken him. His eyes were still closed and his breath still labored, she let out a sigh and relaxed her body against his. Lost in his scent, she let her eyes drift close, and closed her mind to all her worries.
Jake wrapped one of his hands around her waist, and her eyes averted down to where his hand rested on the hemline of her sweater, and then back up at his face. His eyes were still closed, so she figured he had done it subconsciously. Maybe he had been thinking of Joanna, she thought, and that brought a frown to her face. She had no reason to be jealous. She and Jake were just friends. She barely knew the girl, so she couldn’t even dislike her, but for some reason she did. She stopped thinking of reasons why she was turned off to Jake’s latest girl, when his hand slid under her shirt.
She would’ve sworn on a stack of bibles that she held her breath, but she couldn’t be sure. She knew she didn’t dare move a muscle as his fingertips caressed her soft skin. Her tongue ran along her bottom lip before her teeth sank into it, and when his hand moved further up her stomach, she bit down so hard, she drew blood. She covered her mouth with her hand, to muffle the gasp that followed the pain. She had to wake him or something, because she couldn’t go on pretending this wasn’t happening. If she did, she would only wind up inflicting more pain on herself. And then his palm closed over her breast. She couldn’t make out the sound that escaped her bloody lip, could it have been a moan? Or was it a shriek? Oh, what the hell did it matter, she needed for her breasts to get a grip, and she begged her nipples not to react to his touch. Defiant nipples, she scolded as they hardened through her lace bra. She rolled her eyes before closing them, fucked, she was definitely fucked. Why hadn’t she woken him yet? Oh, that’s right Cara, because subconsciously you don’t want him to stop. Bad girl! Bad Nipples, God damn it!
As if he knew all about the conversation she was having with herself; he began to laugh. Her eyes sprang open just as he pinched her nipple through her bra. She looked up at him, he had a full fledge grin on his mouth and he was staring down at her under his hooded gaze.
“What?” He said thick and in a mock innocent tone, before sliding his hand back down her body and letting it rest on her hip. She cocked her head and raised one questioning eyebrow at him, but he ignored her and buried his face in her hair.
Cara swallowed hard. First off, she could stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms. Second, she recognized the heat that was inside her, and the need that was aching. She needed to get the hell out of this bed, and stop driving herself crazy. But when she went to move, he wrapped his other arm around her and brought her to rest fully on top of him. Great, things were going great for her. “What’re you doing?” She whispered, and closed her eyes when she heard her voice. She sounded like a god damn phone sex operator. Bad Cara!
Jake ran his fingers down her back, and sprayed his hands on her lower back, right above her ass. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He was still grinning.
“I… me? I just came up here to check on you, well Luke told me to check on you and tell you that dessert is ready. And you were sleeping so I, well, I, I’m rambling aren’t I?”
He nodded, and she wished she could wipe that grin off his face. “Mmhmm. So dessert is ready, huh?” He said and his hand slid into the back pockets of her jeans.
“Jake.” She groaned. “What’re you doing?” She whispered, and leaned her forehead against his.
“I don’t know.” He said honestly as he moved one of his hands to move the hair that draped their faces. He tucked it behind her shoulder and stared at her face. Her eyes became lost in his baby blues. Her tongue ran along her swollen lip, as his hands cupped her face. “What happened?” He asked, noticing her lip, tracing his thumb softly over it.
“I bit it.” She whispered and when he smiled she laughed slightly. A moment later his face changed, and she stopped laughing.