He stares down at me with his beautiful blue eyes. “Because that’s how crazy you make me feel. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Tru. I just can’t wait to be inside you.”
His words are so intense, so fixed with meaning that the muscles in my tummy clench, leaving me feeling doubly delicious.
It amazes me how easily his words can unravel me.
“I love that it’s our thing … so do you want me to put them back on so you can rip them off?” I bite down on my lip.
“Fuck no! I’m not covering you back up now, and anyway, I’ve got my whole life to spend ripping your panties off.”
His whole life. I love the sound of that.
He slides his finger inside me.
My hips buck, grinding myself into his hand, and all thoughts of ripped underwear slip from my mind, and I start to work his still growing erection quickly in my hand.
He moans and kissing my shoulder, he bites gently on my skin.
“I want to make love to you,” he groans, rubbing his thumb over my hot spot.
“Ahh,” I moan. “Yes, and now, because if you keep doing that then I’m going to come any second.”
Jake pushes his boxer shorts off, then lays between my legs, framing me.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, why?”
“Because I don’t want to use a condom. I want our first proper time together as a couple to be special. I want to feel you, Tru.”
“But…” I trail off. I know I shouldn’t think it, but all those women he’s had sex with.
And as if reading my thoughts he says, “I’ve never had sex without a condom before in my life.”
“Never?”
“Never,” he reaffirms. “STD’s and unwanted pregnancies are not something I ever aspired to have, Tru. And I get regular check-ups, my last was a week before we met back up, and I haven’t had sex with anyone since then but you.”
He wants me to be his first.
“So it’s kind of like I’m taking your virginity,” I grin.
“I guess it kind of is,” he chuckles lightly, then his eyes turn serious. “I’ve never made love with anyone but you, because there is only you who I’ve ever loved.”
I lift my hips up, pushing against him, my feelings for him driving through me. “I want to feel you, Jake. I want you to make love to me.”
His eyes turn lustful, laced thick with desire. And without taking his from mine, he very slowly eases himself inside me.
“Fuuucckk,” he groans, slowly.
I watch him with contentment and love, and my own desire fuelling through me. I reach my hand up to his face.
“You felt amazing before, Tru, but, Jesus Christ. You feel fuckin’ insane.”
He leans down, putting his mouth on mine, slowly pulling out of me, he eases himself back in, groaning once again into my mouth.
“I love you,” I whisper.
I wrap my legs around him, holding him deep inside me, not letting him go.
He traps my face between both his hands. “I love you, and I always will.” He kisses me deeply, passionately as he starts to pick up pace, losing himself to the moment, to me, the sensation, as he moves me all over the bed, making desperate love to me.
And in this moment I have never felt happier, or more loved, than I do now here with Jake.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jake and I spent the rest of yesterday in his suite. We got room service and watched a movie, and did other things of course.
I called Vicky at home and explained everything that had been happening with Jake and Will. I thought it was going to be a really awkward conversation, but Vicky’s not stupid, she knew.
She told me to take as long as I need off work, the bio’s the focus anyway and as I’m now getting up close and personal with our intended she didn’t mind.
But I do, I don’t want to take liberties.
After I came off the phone with Vicky, I did start thinking about the bio, and how is it kind of weird that Jake and I are couple, and I’m still going to be writing it.
I started to think maybe I shouldn’t be.
When I tried to broach the subject with Jake he just brushed me off. He said it doesn’t matter as most of the European tour was noted before we started anything together, so it’s not a big deal.
But I don’t know, a part of me feels like it’s a conflict of interest, then on the flip side I don’t want to lose this great opportunity for my career, so I’m trying not to over think it at the moment.
I called my dad too. He wasn’t surprised about Jake and I either. He must have sensed it when they visited.
And whereas my dad was absolutely delighted about Jake and I, my mum was, as I expected, a little more reserved about it.
She knows what it’s like to live with a musician, and with one as famous as Jake and his past tendencies, she said to me, as she had before, that she’s worried for my heart.
I love her so much for her concern, but I know Jake will never break my heart. I'm not just any other girl to him. We’ve known each other a lifetime.
Yes, I know life with Jake will be bumpy, crazy and a little difficult at times, but I don’t think he would ever truly hurt me.