Page 158 of Jake Forever
Chapter 56
Breaking with tradition, Jake didn't toss me onto the bed. Rather, he moved forward and lowered me gently until I was resting, face-up, breathless and eager, on the thick bedding that covered his king-size mattress.
Wordlessly, I stared up at him, loving the fact that he was finally home. He wore dark slacks and a gray button-down dress-shirt. The clothes were rumpled, but his eyes were warm as they drifted over me in a leisurely caress.
When I reached out my arms in a silent bid for him to come closer, he gave a slow, deliberate shake of his head.
Breathlessly, I asked, "Why not?"
His gaze locked on mine, and I saw the hint of a smile as he said, "I think we need a blindfold."
Instantly, my body responded, growing hot and eager under his newly secretive gaze.
Somehow, I managed to say, "We?"
He didn't answer, but his look said it all. It wouldn't behimwearing it.
We'd never done the blindfold thing, and in spite of my body's obvious enthusiasm, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that idea.
It wasn't that it was too kinky. We'd crossedthatbridge plenty of times. It was the fact that I absolutely loved looking at him, no matter what he was wearing, or what we were doing.
For days, I'd been missing the sight of him, but for some reason, it felt like years. And depriving myself now felt needlessly cruel, especially with him so achingly close.
And yet, thinking of what he'd just said, the warmth was building deep in my core.
How messed up was that?
As I watched, Jake turned and walked purposely toward the tall dresser where I'd been keeping a few of my things. He pulled open the top drawer, rummaged around for a few seconds, and emerged with a familiar dark satin scarf.
He'd purchased that scarf for me a couple of weeks earlier, during one of our impromptu shopping trips. Now, I couldn’t help but wonder if he'd been planning something like this all along.
That would be just like him, and I loved him all the more for it. For all his impulsiveness, he had a cunning streak that was almost kind of scary.
Slowly, he turned to approach the bed, with the scarf now wadded up in his right hand.
At the mere sight of him, my heart gave that familiar little flutter. Still, I heard myself say, "Wait."
His lips curved into the whisper of a smile. "For what?"
"I miss seeing you," I admitted.
"Oh yeah?" He grinned. "Too bad."
"What?" I laughed, even as a new thrill coursed straight through me.
With the scarf still in-hand, he moved toward me, looking so perfect that I felt like I could watch him forever.
But soon, I wouldn’t be watching him at all.
I had to say something, even if it meant repeating myself. "Wait."
An eyebrow lifted. "Again?"
Desperate now, I managed to say, "Yeah. At least, um…" I felt my tongue dart across my upper lip. "…until you take off your shirt?"
He paused, looking down at me with warm amusement written all over his face.
As for my own face, it was feeling a lot warmer now, too. But why be coy at this point? "If you want," I offered, "I could take it off for you." I smiled. A helpful smile? Probably not.
