Page 60 of Jake Forever
He flashed me a sudden grin. "Was that a question? Or a statement?"
That grin, sexy as anything, made my stomach flutter and my breath hitch. When I answered, my voice came out nearly too breathless to be heard. "I don't know."
"If you wanna go," he said, flicking his head toward the nearby control panel, "go ahead. Hit the button."
I glanced toward the panel. I wasn't following. Why wouldn't he just hit it? I looked up, meeting his gaze. Almost embarrassed, I asked, "What if I don't?"
At this, he gave the zipper one final yank. The hoodie fell open, and slowly, he lowered his head until his lips tickled my right ear. In a rough whisper, he said, "Then I'll fuck you right here, and show you how 'mine' you are."
I sucked in a breath. Oh, my God. Crude or not, that was sounding really, really good.
Nervously, I glanced around. "But, uh, aren't there cameras in here?"
Jake's mouth slid to my neck. "Yeah."
I pulled back. "What?"
"In the back corner."
"You're kidding." I looked, but didn't see anything. Still, I moved to tug the hoodie shut.
Jake's hand stopped me. "Don't."
I paused. "Don't?"
"Don't worry. No one will see."
"You can't guarantee that."
"That's whatyouthink." He reached out with a warm hand and stroked the underside of my breast. Through the thin, damp fabric – of my blouseandof my bra – I could feel the heat of his touch, and I whimpered with need.
Somehow, I managed to say, "Seriously Jake."
His hand crept higher. "Who says I'm not serious?"
"But what about the camera?"
"You think I'd share you with anyone?" His fingers found a nipple, and he gave it a tender squeeze. "You think I'd share even the sight of you?"
His fingers squeezed again, rolling the nub gently, persistently, until a soft moan escaped my lips. Breathlessly, I asked, "How can you be sure?"
Slowly, he pulled his hand away, leaving the nipple, cold and wanting, in the cool elevator air. "I'm sure. But if you wanna go…" He glanced toward the control panel. "There's the button."
I gave the button a good, long look. And then, slowly, I reached out, but not toward the control panel, toward Jake.
My eager fingers found the bulge in his jeans, and I ran a soft hand over his swollen hardness, straining, harder now, against the rough denim.
In almost a whisper, I admitted, "I don't wanna go."
A slow smile spread across his lips. "Good."
Deliberately, he reached out with both hands and nudged aside my borrowed hoodie, letting the fabric fall loosely off my shoulders. His gaze dipped to my soaked blouse and everything underneath it. "The next time you wear that," he said, "it had better be for me." His voice grew lower, rougher. "And only me."
Wordlessly, I nodded. I didn'twantanyone else to see me like this. Not now. Not ever.
His fingers moved to the neckline of my blouse. He gripped the fabric in both hands, and then, with one quick motion, he ripped it open, sending buttons scattering to the elevator floor.
I gave a quick, excited gasp. I loved this, and he damn well knew it.
