Page 10 of Thirst Trap
I didn’t even mean to. The reaction was instantaneous, and I couldn’t stop myself.
Though judging by the fact that Jake’s hands are now cupping my cheeks, deepening the kiss, I don’t think he’s mad about it.
His tongue gently licks across my closed lips, asking for entry. I’ve never made out with someone in public before. The fear of pictures, or the incident getting back to my parents or clients, is enough of a deterrent for me.
But this kiss? I don’t care if theNational EnquirerorTMZis here taking photos, I never want this kiss to end.
His lips are smooth, despite the rest of him being so hard. Even though this kiss is a byproduct of a fast and crazy night, the kiss isn’t rushed or hurried. It’s like we are both savoring it. Like neither of us wants it to end.
“Get a room, you two!”
Betsy’s voice breaks our moment and our lips part, though neither of us moves very far. I should feel embarrassed—I just kissed a guy at a bar who I met four hours ago when he gave me a lap dance. But I don’t.
Actually, I want to keep kissing him.
And maybe even more.
“Should we?” I ask, feeling bolder than I ever have in my life. I’ve never had a one-night stand, let alone initiated one.
“Should we what?”
I take a breath, hoping I’m feeling the same thing he is. “Should we get a room?”
He smiles, placing another kiss on my lips. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a long time.”
* * *
I have never been soexcited to have booked a room by myself this weekend.
I’m also giving myself a mental pat on the back for wearing a tube top. It’s giving Jake plenty of room to kiss as I stand outside my hotel door, doing my best to try and get this damn hotel card to swipe.
“You have to do it gently,” he says between kisses.
As soon as he puts his lips back on my skin, I melt into him. His arms are snaked around my waist, and they are the only thing holding me up as I get lost in the feeling of his mouth on me.
“Mmm,” I purr, almost forgetting about what I was trying to do just seconds before.
“You know, I can kiss a lot more of you if we’re in your room.”
His words spur me back into action, and with one swipe of the card, the green light flashes, allowing us entry into my room.
I push the door open, almost stumbling over the entryway because Jake refuses to take his lips off of me. Not that I’m complaining. Jake’s mouth on me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I haven’t been with a ton of men, but I wouldn’t call me inexperienced, either. But this? I didn’t know just kisses to the neck could induce such want. Need. Like if I don’t have him in the next ten seconds, I’ll combust.
Which only makes me wonder what it would feel like for his mouth to be on other parts of me.
“Bed. Now.”
His deep voice hits me just like I thought it would when I first heard it a few hours ago. But now that we’re here? It’s all that much more potent.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, sitting on the bed, letting my fingers travel underneath his shirt. His skin is hot and hard, just like I knew it would be.
“Oh, sweetness, do you really want to know?” he says, beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as he slowly undresses in front of me. With each button that pops open, another part of his fabulous chest is revealed. His muscles are lean and defined. Not overly bulky, but perfectly sculpted for his frame.
And all I want to do is hold on to those biceps as he does whatever he wants to do with me.
