The Mighty Storm (The Storm, #1)

Stuart pulls up out front of the hotel a few minutes later and I’m still struggling to gather my cloudy, but very horny thoughts.

I’m so worked up and desperate to relieve the ache Jake has left me with, that I’m just about ready to do it anywhere with him.

Once we’re out of the car, Jake grabs hold of my hand leading me straight into the hotel, practically dragging me through the lobby and into a waiting lift.

Once the doors are closed he pushes me up against the wall, his mouth on mine, hard and fast, and his hands are everywhere.

Then, before I know it, the lift doors are pinging open on our floor, and Jake’s pulling me down the hall, unlocking the door to his suite, and then we are finally alone.

Jake starts to walk toward me but I back off.

Payback time mister.

He cocks his head to the side, staring at me a little puzzled and very curious.

“Stay there,” I breathe.

I’ve never really been this confident sexually. I’m more of a straight to the basics kind of girl. And I’ve most definitely never been confident about my body.

So I have no idea where that little skirt lifting show came from in the car, or why I let him do what he did to me, or even why I want to carry on the show in here. But I do. I want to do it for him, because of him.

Jake makes me feel confident … and so very sexy.

I’m feeling pretty glad right now that I’m wearing my good underwear, as I start to unbutton my shirt, slowly, one button at a time.

I watch Jake’s eyes as they follow my hands down.

I slide my shirt off, down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Then I kick my heels off, and unbutton my skirt at the back, slowly easing the zip down. I shimmy it over my hips, then let it fall to the floor and step out of it.

Now I’m just standing here in just my black lacy underwear.

Jake’s eyes are on fire, devouring me, and he looks like he’s about to pounce any second now.

I run my hand down my stomach and hook a thumb into the elastic of my panties, slowly inching them down over my hips.

Jake’s breathing is shallow. His eyes fixed on my hand, watching, waiting.

He puts his hand on the stretch in his jeans, adjusting himself, obviously feeling the discomfort in his pants.

I stop pulling my panties down, changing my mind, and bring them back up to rest on my hips.

He cocks his head to the side.

Slowly, I walk over to him.

My heart is pumping hard in my chest. I’ve got a heat in my belly, and I’m flushed all over.

Jake grabs hold of my hips pulling me hard against him the instant I’m within his reach.

Shaking my head at him, I remove his hands off my hips and step back a little.

“Not yet,” I whisper.

“I want you now.” His tone is urgent, intense. It travels through me, hitting me in just the right spot.

I lean close to his ear and whisper, “Yo voy a chupar.”

He sharps out a breath. “Fuck, Tru,” he growls. “If you want me to wait you’re not going about it the right way.”

Moving back, I smile at him, snagging my lower lip with my teeth.

“Tell me what you just said? I need to know.” His words are breathy, ragged.

I love that I can do this to him with just words.

“Let me show you,” I say, dropping to my knees before him.

Then I’m undoing his jeans, freeing him, and showing him just exactly what I meant.





Chapter Twenty-Three





“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” I ask Jake again, turning in my seat to face him.

He flickers a glance at me. “Because it’s a surprise.”

“Why is everything always a surprise with you?”

He slows the car to a stop at the red traffic light.

“Because I like seeing the look on your face when you discover what the surprise is.” He reaches over and strokes my cheek with his fingers.

“You would still get the surprised look even if you told me you know – I’m great at surprised faces.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he chuckles. “But still, it just doesn’t equal the look of seeing it in your eyes, as you see it for the first time.”

Huh? Well now I’m just confused.

“Okay, so what if I told you I don’t like surprises.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Well you haven’t seemed to mind them so far,” he says confidently, shifting the car back into drive as the light changes to green. “And you definitely didn’t seem to mind the one I gave you earlier.”

My cheeks instantly flush.

Memories of Jake sneaking up behind me when I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, getting ready to come out tonight … and then I was coming, but in a whole different way.

“Well, yeah I did like that one,” I grin across at him, unfurling my arms.

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