Page 25 of Thirst Trap
This makes him laugh. “It’s always a quiet night in Rolling Hills.”
“No blue hairs having birthday parties that hired out your services?”
He lets out a groan. “I should have never told you about that.”
“I’m glad you did, Officer Sexy. I need to know my competition for when I come to visit. Those two sound like a handful.”
“I think you can take them.”
I take a second and reposition myself, matching his position with my hand under my head. When I’m finally situated, I can’t help but notice him staring.
“You okay?”
I don’t know what he is staring at, but he must have been in a trance because my words visibly startle him.
“Jake, are you okay? If you’re tired, we can talk tomorrow.”
He gives his head a little shake. “I’m fine. Just a bit distracted.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “By what?”
He takes a breath and looks back to me. “I’m going to sound like a douche when I say this, and I’d like to go on the record for saying that I’m not this kind of guy.”
“Now I have to know.”
“I also preface this with I have been a perfect gentleman these past few nights, but tonight… when you just laid down… your boobs… they are… right there. And I miss them. And if I’m going to be completely honest, I want them in my mouth.”
My eyes grow wide when I realize what he’s seeing. But there they are, as clear as the water in Gulf Shores, my girls pressed together like they are ready to bust through my sleep tank.
“Oh gosh!” I say, quickly repositioning myself.
“Don’t you dare.”
His words come out deep and bossy, and it transports me back to that first night together. And now I’m remembering what that glorious mouth did to my breasts and the rest of me that night.
I turn myself back to the position I was just in, loving how his eyes are filled with nothing but lust.
“You want me to stay like this?” I say, giving the girls a little extra push together.
“Actually, I want to see them. Take off your shirt, sweetness.”
Between the deep tone of his voice and the way he is looking at me right now, I’m pretty sure I would do anything this man asked me. Though that doesn’t calm the nerves about what he’s asking me to do.
If this were any other man, I’d never even consider this. But this is Jake. The man who made me feel ways I never thought I could feel. The man who I trusted enough to give myself to after only knowing him a few hours.
The man who I think I could fall in love with one day.
I sit up, bringing the phone with me as I use one hand to bring up the bottom of my shirt. Somehow, I manage to take it off without dropping the phone.
“Is this what you wanted?”
If I thought there was lust in Jake’s eyes before, right now, there is outright fire.
“Damn right, it is,” he says, turning so now he’s lying flat on his back. “God, I miss you.”
I don’t know what makes me do what I do next. Maybe it’s his words or the look that he’s giving me. Either way, it’s making me feel bold in a way I’ve never felt before.
I cup one of my breasts with my free hand, letting my fingers play with my nipple. I’ve never been big on pleasuring myself, and right now, I’m wondering why. I feel amazing. Powerful. Beautiful.
