Page 79 of Love Medley
It hits me then how much Jake’s become a steady place for me to land.
All of those worries are silenced the moment Jake swings the door wide.
“Lucy,” he says, his voice echoing in the stairwell. “Come on in.”
My breath hitches at the sight of him. He’s wearing a fitted gray t-shirt and jeans. Bare feet. Tousled brown hair. Earring. Gray eyes twinkling.
I’m struck by how incredibly attracted I am to this man; the swell of feelings accompanying that realization frightens me.
Jake grabs the bags as he simultaneously places a hand on the small of my back. At that single touch, goosebumps rise on my arms.
I shiver involuntarily at the image of his fingers stroking my bare skin.
“Are you cold?” Jake looks concerned. “I can grab you one of my hoodies.”
The thought of wearing something smelling like him is almost irresistible, but it’s July and hot outside. There’s no reason for me to wear more layers. “No, I’m good, but thank you.”
“Of course. Welcome back.” Jake smiles as he sets down the bags of food on the table. “This smells great, by the way.”
The inside of Jake’s apartment is nicely rehabbed, which I remember from last time. Gleaming honey-colored hardwood floors beneath my feet. A wide living space that opens up to an office area on the left, a couch and a wide-screen TV in the center with the keyboard tucked into a corner, and an eating space to the right, attached to a mini kitchen. Then a small bathroom with navy bath mats and a door cracked open at the far right—his bedroom.
My insides clench with delicious anticipation, thinking of being with Jake inside that room.
“We never got around to taking pictures,” I say, turning towards him, but then Jake surprises me by pulling me into a hug.
His warm, strong arms enfold me, and I’m overwhelmed by how safe and happy I feel. Not to mention I’m suddenly hyper aware of how sexy he is.
“Hi,” Jake murmurs, looking down at me.
“Hi.” I fall into his clear, gray-eyed gaze, watching the skin around his eyes crinkle with laughter lines.
“Long time no see,” Jake laughs, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “But I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” I say, inhaling his spicy, woodsy scent. My head is spinning in the best of ways.
I pull back a little. Time to use my voice to ask for what I want.
“Jake?”
“Hmm?”
“Kiss me.”
After gazing into my eyes for a moment to make sure I really mean it, Jake presses his mouth to mine. A delicious tingle spreads over my entire body from his gentle kiss. Tugging him closer, I groan when the tips of my breasts graze his shirt; my nipples are hard, painful nubs. As he tugs my bottom lip gently with his teeth, I light up like a firework.
If I’m completely honest with myself, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time we met, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.
Jake gently takes out my ponytail holder and runs his hands through my hair. I love the sensation of his fingers on my scalp; the pressure from his fingers sends waves of pleasure throughout my body.
Surprising myself with my directness, I drag Jake to the couch and push him down onto it. His eyes widen as I clamber on top of his lap, feeling his hardness press against my dampening panties.
We both moan simultaneously from the delicious friction. Jake mutters, “Fuck, Lucy, you’ll be the death of me.”
Tugging his face back to mine, my tongue tangles with his, sweeping and stroking, driving pulses of pleasure deep in my belly. I have never been so turned on in my life. After what seems likeboth an instant and an eternity of deep kisses, we come up for air. Jake touches my cheek gently, runs his long fingers down my neck, then down to my collarbone.
“Lucy, you are so goddamned beautiful,” Jake breathes.
And I do feel beautiful.
