He grabs my hand and squeezes it and we finish our meal and then I help him clear the table. I rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher as he drops the pans in the sink to soak.
I excuse myself to use his restroom and when I come back, he takes my hand and leads me to the couch. He pulls me down on his lap so that I'm straddling him and then his eyes get lazy and God, that's beautiful and I put my mouth on his because I can't stop myself. I lick the seam of his lips and he opens for me and I'm the one to moan this time as he takes the back of my head in his hand and tilts it so that he can plunge his tongue in deep and then we're kissing like we can't get enough of each other, like if a herd of zebras trampled through his living room right now, we wouldn't even come up for air.
A growl comes from deep in his throat and a flood of wetness saturates the area between my legs and so I grind down on his lap and he tears his mouth from mine.
"Fuck!" he clips and his eyes are fiery. "God, Evie, you feel so fucking good." He's breathing hard.
"Jake," I say, breathing hard too, "I'm not sleeping in the guest room tonight."
"Thank fucking christ."
Then he stands up with me still in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me down the hall to his bedroom, kissing me the whole way.
CHAPTER 14
Jake nudges his half-closed bedroom door open with his shoulder and although the room is dim, the only light coming from a door that is barely cracked leading to what I'm assuming is the master bath, I can see that it's similarly decorated to the rest of the condo. There is a huge, and I mean huge, black four poster bed against the far wall, two sleek, black dressers and a set of white bedside tables flanking the bed. On the floor is a white, fluffy rug that looks like it’s supposed to mimic an animal skin. The bedding looks like it's dark gray and white, although because of the low lighting, I can't be 100% sure.
Jake deposits me in the middle of his bed and then stands up and removes his shirt and my mouth almost falls open at the sight of his bare, male beauty. I have a second to drink him in before he is back on the bed with me, and then his hands are up my sweater, my arms are forced up and it's being pulled over my head. I hear it lightly hit the floor and then Jake pulls back and is looking down at me and even in the dim light, I can see that his eyes are dark with something that looks hungry. My heart jumps in my chest at the power of it.
"Help me out, Evie, I want to feel your skin on mine."
And oh yes, I want that too.
And so I sit up slightly, unhook my bra and pull the straps down my arms and drop it on the floor. This is the first time a man has seen me naked and I feel self conscious for a second, but then the look of appreciation on Jake's face makes me relax.
He stares down at me for several long beats and then whispers, "Christ, even more beautiful than I imagined."
Then his mouth is on mine, his tongue in my mouth and his warm, hard chest against my breasts, and my hands are gliding over his back and his hips are rolling against me and God, that feels amazing and so I whimper into his mouth, to which he moans back into mine.
And maybe I should slow this down because I'm a virgin and I don't know if Jake figured that out after I told him about my nonexistent dating life or not. But I think I should probably make sure that he's aware of that if this is going to go well.
He leans off me slightly as he kisses down my neck and one of his hands comes up and cups my breast from underneath and his thumb rubs over my nipple and I whimper, my hips bucking up and pressing into Jake's hardness. He growls low in his throat and then lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks it into his mouth, and starts licking and sucking until I think I'm going to die with pleasure. He moves over to my other breast and now my hands are in his hair and I'm moaning because I didn't know anything could feel so good and I never, ever want him to stop.
I move one hand down his back again and my other hand moves down to explore the warm skin over the defined muscles of his stomach and he sucks in a breath, his mouth coming off my breast as he gazes at me. At the look of blatant lust on his face, I blurt out, "I'm a virgin."
He keeps gazing at me, and his eyes, impossibly, seem to warm even more. He's looking at me so intensely and I feel self conscious and so I whisper, "Is that okay?"
"In the history of the world, nothing has ever been more okay," he says and his voice sounds deep and warm and slightly husky.
Then his mouth is back on mine, licking, sucking, nipping and it feels greedy and demanding and I love it. I feel his hand on the zipper of my jeans and I lose his heat as he kneels up and takes my boots off and then pulls my jeans and panties down my legs. He tosses all of it on the floor and then he's back over me, kissing me again, and I feel one of his hands slide down between my legs, and gently push them apart. I shiver and he brings his head up and whispers, "Open for me," and I do as he says.
"I'm gonna make it easier for you to take me,” he says, and at his words I feel more wetness between my legs even though my panties are already soaked.
I feel one of his fingers press gently inside me and I tremble at the invasion even though it feels incredible. Then his thumb hits the spot and he begins moving it in slow circles and my head tilts back and I moan deep.
"God, you’re so beautiful. Is that good?" he asks, and his voice sounds strained.
"Yes," I pant out and now he's added another finger and he's moving them in and out of me as his thumb continues circling.
And it feels sensational.
My hips start lifting up to meet his hand and he starts moving his thumb faster and harder, his fingers continuing their deep thrusting.
Yes, yes, yes.