Page 37 of Thirst Trap
I know it’s quick. I know it’s insane. I know we have a million and a half things to figure out. But I know that what I feel for this man isn’t normal. I know it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
I’m in love with Jake Evans.
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“I believe I promised someone a dance.”
I smile as I see Jake standing against the doorframe to my bedroom, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone and his jacket discarded somewhere. If I had my way, we would have left as soon as Jake and I said the words that we didn’t actually say. I didn’t realize I was dating a responsible man who reminded me that it wouldn’t be good to leave one of my best friend’s weddings before the cake was even cut.
So we stayed. We danced. We drank. We had an amazing night.
And the second it was okay to leave, we hightailed it out of there so fast I’m pretty sure we left literal clouds of dust.
“I do believe I remember you saying that,” I say as I sit on my bed, carefully taking off the high heels.
“Don’t,” he says, his voice stopping my movements. “Leave those on.”
I look at Jake, who is beginning to unbutton his shirt. “You want me to leave on my heels?”
“The heels that have been driving me fucking crazy all night? Yes. And the jewelry. Take off your dress. Leave the rest to me.”
Oh, my word, dirty talking Jake might be my favorite Jake.
“I might need some help with that,” I say, slowly standing up and turning my back to him.
I feel him before he even touches me. His fingers gently move my hair to the side, giving him access to my skin that is begging for his touch. He puts gentle kisses across my shoulders before taking my zipper in his fingers, lowering it ever so slowly.
As soon as he gets it down, my dress pools at my feet, showing him what he wanted to see—me standing there in only my heels and jewelry.
“Fuck, Whitley. Have you been walking around all day in this dress without anything on underneath?”
I look over my shoulder, needing to see Jake’s reaction right now. “I couldn’t have panty lines, now, could I?”
The sound he makes can only be best described as a grunt as he scoops me up under my legs, sitting me back on the bed. I can’t help but let out a small laugh as I bounce from the force.
“You think it’s funny?” he says, taking a few steps away from me. “You think it’s funny teasing me like this?”
“You mean how you tease me and all those women with your videos?” I ask, letting my legs part a little wider. “You’re the definition of a tease, cowboy.”
He lets his eyes linger on my center, which is getting wetter by the second, before we make eye contact again. His gaze is burning into me as he quickly undoes his belt, pulling it off in one swift movement. He begins stalking toward me, his eyes never leaving mine as he makes his way to the end of the bed.
He stops at the edge, the belt now formed into two loops. “You think this is a tease?” he asks, making sure I’m looking at him as he takes each of my wrists and puts them in the loops. He doesn’t break eye contact as he takes the end of the belt and pulls it together with his teeth.
“I…” I can’t find my words. I don’t know if I’m supposed to speak or let him run the show. Though I have a feeling, no matter what, I’m going to be left speechless.
“You wanted a show, sweetness? Then a show you’ll get.”
Jake takes a step back, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. His hips are beginning to move like there’s a song playing, though the only sound I hear now is my heavy breathing.
He tosses the shirt before unbuttoning his pants, pushing them to the floor in one swift motion. I want to reach out and touch him, but he’s too far away. Plus, I’d have to touch him with both hands as they are currently bound together.
He takes a few steps closer to me, his hard length begging for release from his boxer briefs. I lick my lips, all of a sudden dying to know what it would feel like to have him in my mouth.
“Do you like what you see, sweetness?” he asks, now straddling my legs. He takes my bound wrists and puts them over his head, resting on his shoulders. “Or do you want more?”
“More,” I moan, not knowing what necessarily that means, but only knowing I want anything he will give me.
He removes my hands from around his neck and slowly lowers me down to the bed, placing my still bound hands over my head. He stands back up, discarding his briefs and rolling on a condom before climbing back on the bed.
