Falling In (29 page)

              But soon the heat and closeness of our bodies urges us to become more desperate. Jake grabs the back of my head, clenching my hair as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth, producing a moan from me into his. His hands grip my hair even tighter at the sound.

              “Pixie,” he murmurs against my mouth.

              “
Mm-hmm
?” I manage to get out, not wanting to waste a second, needing to put to memory the taste of his lips and the way he holds me like he can’t get enough, like he never wants to let me go.

              “I think—” he starts, trying to slow down our greedy mouths. I suck on his bottom lip, causing a loud groan to escape him, trying my darndest to delay what I am sure will be him telling us we need to stop. I don’t want to stop. In this moment, I don’t think I
ever
want to stop. “Baby.” He says before I attack his mouth yet again. This time, I am the one gripping his hair and pulling him further into me. I can feel his hard-on against my belly, and it just fuels me to keep going. I’m not thinking about anything else but him and how much I want him.
Commitments and consequences be damned
.

              “Fuck, pixie.” He groans out, successfully pulling away from my assault. “We have to stop, baby, unless you want to go all the way. And as much as I want to lay you down, I don’t want to do it like this—and I don’t think you do, either.” He admits, searching my eyes for my response.

              I release a sigh, knowing he’s right as much as I wish he wasn’t. I can’t go any further with Jake than I already have. It’s not right.
Not yet, anyway
. It may never be.

              I drop my head on his shoulder. Neither one of us says a word as we just hold each other, absorbed in our thoughts and frustrations, in our desires and dreams.

              “I should probably shower.” I finally say, my voice rumbling off his chest.

              “
Mmm
, I should probably help you.” He replies, and I just know he’s smiling that trademark cocky-ass smile.

              I look up at him, and sure enough, the smirk is full blown, and I can’t help but snicker. “I’m pretty sure that would definitely fall under the ‘not a smart idea category.’ I think I can handle it on my own.”

              “Well, if you need me, I’ll be down here, trying to not think of you completely naked and wet and just a quick run up the stairs away from me.”

              “
Hmm
, yeah, good luck with that.” I kiss him on the cheek before moving away from him. “I’ll be back in like ten minutes. Feel free to watch TV or read or whatever you want. My Kindle is on the coffee table next to the remote.”

              “I’ll be all right, pixie.” He says as he makes his way back to the chair and his big bowl of popcorn. I turn and quickly head upstairs.

            
 
Once I make it to my room, I move straight for the bathroom, frantically undressing before jumping into the shower. I blast the cold water, needing to cool down my body from Jake’s torturous, searing hot touch. I exfoliate my face, gently moving over my swollen mouth, remembering the way his lips felt—so eager and ravenous to touch mine. As I untie my hair, letting it fall down past my shoulders, I step further into the cascading water and begin to run conditioner through it. A small smile graces my lips as I massage my sore scalp, picturing Jake’s hands gripping the roots of my hair as he brought me closer to him. I swear, every spot he touched on my body still tingles with anticipation and need.

              I grab the loofa, squeeze some body wash onto it, and proceed to cleanse the rest of my body. I try not to think of his hands touching every place I’m touching, and I really, really try to ignore the ache I feel down below. But as I start to make my way down, that is all I can think about. Before I can stop myself, I’m slipping two fingers across my slit, getting even more turned on as I feel how wet I actually am. I quickly move to my clit, applying as much pressure as I can, circling the nub round and round until I’m panting and moaning. Resting my forehead against the cold bathtub tile, my body begins to tense and convulse into orgasm as Jake’s name leaves my lips louder than expected.

              I quickly rinse myself and shut off the water, grabbing a towel as I step out. My body is shivering, but whether it’s from the cold water or the much needed orgasm, I’m not sure. Either way, I dry off as fast as I can before wrapping myself in my towel and grabbing another to wring out my wet hair.

              When I open the door, I’m surprised to find Jake sitting on my bed, the bowl of popcorn next to him. His eyes are focused solely on me, and from the fire in them, I’m willing to bet he heard what I did in the shower. I cringe internally, embarrassed that he heard me masturbate, for eff’s sake. My eyes follow his as he gets up and prowls toward me, stopping only a few inches away from me. I look down at my feet, fidgeting with the wet hair that is dripping down my arms. 

              “Don’t.” He says, placing his knuckle under my chin, lifting my face back to his.

              “Don’t what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

              “Be embarrassed. I didn’t think you could get any hotter. But damn, pixie, it took every shred of control I had not to burst into that bathroom to watch you, and then show you how
I
could make you come.” I can feel my cheeks heat at his words. “You were thinking of me in there.” He says as more of a statement than a question, and I’m now sure he heard me say his name.

              I nod a yes and smile shyly as he curses in frustration. The smile soon leaves my face as he wraps one arm behind me, palming my towel-covered ass, bringing me close enough to him that I can feel his frustration straining in his jeans. With his free hand, he runs a finger across my dry lips and down my neck, leaving shivers in its wake.

              “God damn, Evangeline.” He says, bringing his face to the same spot that his finger just left. I can feel him breathing me in, his nose lightly skimming my skin. I close my eyes from the pure eroticism of the act. His warm breath teases my water-coated neck. And then I feel him pull away.

              When I open my eyes, he has taken a step away from me and is shaking his head back and forth. I let out the breath I was holding and watch him fight the urge to come closer to me again.

              “Why are you up here, Jake?”

***

Jake

I’ve got to control myself around this girl. Got to learn to play it cool. I swear my dick rises to attention every time I get a glimpse of her, let alone place my hands on her perfect fucking body or touch those pouty pink lips with mine. I didn’t want to let her go upstairs. Not alone. I wanted to carry her up there and lay her down to explore, kiss, nibble, suck, and lick every single part of her.

But she’s not ready. She doesn’t know what she wants. Or she does, but hasn’t realized it yet. I told her I’d wait for her. And I will.
But for how long? How long can I watch her smile at him, or kiss him goodbye when he leaves for work? How long can I stand by, knowing he gets to sleep next to her every night and touch her in places I’ve only dreamed of exploring? How long can I sit here downstairs while she’s in the same house, completely nude, soaking wet, and from the glazed look in her eyes, beyond turned on?

What the fuck am I doing down here?

              And just like that, I’m taking the stairs three at a time, needing to see her, as if it’s been months instead of minutes that we’ve been apart. I reach her door in record time, silently praying it isn’t locked. I quietly turn the knob and open the door just enough to peek my head through.

              No sign of her.

              I can hear the shower running through the bathroom door. I stealthily slip inside the bedroom, taking in the unfamiliar room. As expected, there are framed pictures of some of her favorite musicians: Bob Dylan, Jim Morrison, Debbie Harry, The Clash. And then there are pictures of him.
Cole
. Holding her, kissing her cheek, caressing her pregnant belly. I try to push down the pangs of jealousy that are steadily rising inside of me. They subside just a little when I remember that
I
am the one who is in their bedroom right now. I am the one whom just had her in his arms.
Not him
.

              Me.

              I make my way to their bed, which will most definitely have to go when she chooses me.
And when I say go, I mean burned to a fucking crisp
. The thought of that brings a very happy smile to my face.

              That smile however quickly vanishes when I hear a moan coming from the bathroom. I instinctively rise up and make my way to the door, worried that she’s hurt herself or something, until I hear the moan again. Only this time it’s louder, and I know it’s not from pain—it’s from pleasure.

             
Oh Lord, please tell me she’s masturbating in there
. I put my ear to the door, begging to hear more. And then the sexiest goddamn thing comes out of her mouth.

              “
Jake
.”

              “
Fuck me
,” I whisper into the white wood of the door that is separating me from what I can only imagine is the greatest sight I could ever see. All I have to do is open this door, and my dreams would come true. I shut my eyes tightly as I hear her breathing escalate, breathy moans coming out of those damn lips of hers. My hand is on the doorknob, dying to turn it, craving to see her.

              “
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
,” I curse, snatching my hand away
. I can’t do that to her
. Not without her permission. But I sure as hell won’t be leaving this door anytime soon.

              Never said I was a total gentleman.

              I close my eyes again and picture her in the shower, water cascading down her body. Her nipples taught and begging to be sucked, while her petite fingers are working hard, taking turns pumping inside her tight pussy and circling her hard nub until she…

              “
Oh Jaaaaake
!” I hear her scream out in orgasm.

             
Damn
. Now those are the hottest words I’ve ever heard. I smile to myself, knowing she pictured me touching her while she touched herself.
Not him
.

              Me.

              I’m so busy floating in self-satisfaction, I barely notice that the water has been turned off.

             
Shit
.

              I hastily make my way back to the bed, wiping the smug look off my face and attempt to look completely nonchalant and cool as fuck—but I’m sure I just look like a horny teenage boy that almost got caught wanking it to porn.

              I hold my breath as I hear her open the door. But after I see the look on her face when she notices me, I release it and zone in on her. Her face is flushed and she looks completely shocked and terrified. She knows I heard her.

Fuck, I’m an asshole.

              I immediately get up and slowly walk toward her, needing to let her know how much I appreciated hearing her. Her eyes follow me but never look into mine. Once I reach her, she automatically looks at her feet, nervously playing with her wet curls. I reach out and lift her chin so that I can look into those beautiful brown eyes. The self-conscious terror in them tugs at my heart. Guilt has never sat well with me.

              “Don’t,” I tell her, a bit harsher than I meant to.

              “Don’t what?” she replies with an almost defiant-like attitude
. Damn, I love it when she gets fiery.

              As I tell her how I feel and how it felt hearing her in the shower, I can see her heart begin to pound, and I know I’m turning her on once again. I can’t help but to touch her, loving the way her body responds to mine every single time I do. It’s like she can’t fight it—or just doesn’t want to. She succumbs to my hands, waiting patiently to see what I will do next.
It’s too damn easy
. She’s pressed up against me with nothing but a towel between us, and from her body language and the staggered breathing, I know I could take her right now.

              But again, it isn’t our time.
Not yet
. I have to wait. Need to wait, until she is unequivocally mine and only mine. Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun while I wait. I step away from her in disbelief of this unknown self-discipline I somehow conjured up since meeting my pixie.

              “Why are you up here, Jake?” she sighs out in frustration and what looks like relief.

              “Honestly, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t just sit down there, knowing you’re up here alone, looking like that—only without that pesky towel.”

              “That’s not very gentlemanly,” she scolds teasingly. I laugh.

              “You know, I thought that while I was listening to you moan my name, but then I remembered something.”