Sweet Dreams (Sunset Dreams Series Book 1) (26 page)

“Tell me!” There’s a demanding tone in his voice now. “Who. Is. The. Man. For. You?”

My eyes fly open at his forceful tone.

“You are!” I yell, leveling him with my death glare.

Before I know what’s happening, Jake’s lips are on mine and I automatically kiss him back. All my resolve flies out the window at the feel of him.

I don’t care about being strong anymore, I need him.

He kisses me frantically and my body immediately responds, melting into him. I’m so far gone at this point I will take anything he’s willing to give me. It’s pathetic, but true, and I hate myself for it. Jake devours me with his mouth and my hands grip the back of his head so tightly I worry I might rip out his hair.

This is heaven. Heaven.

Jake growls, pulls back from me, and yanks my shirt up over my head. He scoops me up and almost runs with me into the bedroom. I can’t help myself and bite his neck. He drops me down on my bed and pulls his own shirt off over his head.

My mind turns off. I’m acting on pure animal instinct now.

I need him like I need oxygen.

Why is he not inside me yet?

Jake kneels down in front of me and rips my jeans off my legs. I’m a mess, trembling with my need for him and impatient, I grab for his sides, trying to pull him up on top of me. Not knowing my own strength at this moment, I’m surprised when Jake comes forward and lands directly between my legs. I start to writhe underneath him like I’m possessed.

I feel like I’m losing my mind.

“Please, please, Jake.”

He dives in for another deep kiss and I try to squeeze my hand in between us to unbutton his pants.

Jake grabs both my hands by the wrists and holds them up over my head. He just looks at me and I start to unravel. Tears leak from my eyes. Taking a deep breath as he holds my arms above my head, Jake says, “There’s no me and Amy.”

I freeze.

This has brought me back to my senses.

“What?”

“It started out as a leak to the press as PR for the film,” he confesses, looking away from me as if he’s ashamed of something.

I’m still trying to process what he said.

Is it possible?

Cautiously, almost like he’s afraid I might hit him, Jake lets go of my arms and sits up on the side of the bed.

This is crazy.

What is he saying?

Is he saying they’re not a couple?

He pulls me over to him so I sit in his lap and pushes my hair back from my face. Wiping the tears from my cheeks, he starts to explain. “We grew up together. We hadn’t seen each other for a while and then reconnected for the movie, but there has never been anything but friendship between us.” His voice is calm, almost as if trying to soothe a small child. I stay silent and listen to the sound of his voice while I take in everything he says. “I told you a long time ago, ninety-nine percent of the stuff those people write is complete fiction. The press will take one little piece of information and run wild with it. Amy and I are only friends. We spend a lot of time together, but we’ve never been a couple. There’s no controlling what they write about us anyways, so I don’t even acknowledge it. Besides, Amy’s agent felt it would be good for her career to let them think whatever they wanted about us and I didn’t fight her over it because all this time I thought you were with Jerry.” He kisses my nose and dips his head down to capture my gaze with his.

“But, there was talk of weddings and there were pictures of you proposing on some boat in Italy. You were kneeling down and everything.”

I’m so confused.

Jake frowns. “I thought you told me you never read those magazines?”

“I don’t, but when the man I just spent the night with is on the cover staring back at me I can’t help but notice the headlines. Especially ones that read Engaged!”

“Like I said, they’ll take anything and run wild with it. I haven’t seen it, but that picture of me kneeling down was probably me showing Amy a sea shell or something like that. They always twist everything around.”

Looking down at my hands, I whisper, “So you’re not engaged?” There’s so much that hinges on his answer.

Please let his answer be no. Please, please.

“No, I’m not.” He lifts my chin and pets the back of his hand across my wet cheek as he continues. “How could I be engaged to someone else, when I’m in love with you?”

My heart jumps and then pounds so hard it’s almost impossible to breathe. “What did you say?”

Searching Jake’s eyes with mine, I find fear in his gaze. He takes a deep breath, as if to steady himself, and says, “I’m in love with you, Jen. Crazy in love with you.”

I never thought I would hear those words come out of Jake’s mouth. My heart swells and I think I might burst into tears. He watches me, waiting for me to say something. A smile starts to curl my lips and it gets wider and wider. Jake starts to smile back.

I don’t make him wait any longer.

“Jake, I’m so crazy in love with you.”

“Thank God.”

He pulls me against him and hugs me so hard my ribs feel like they’re going to break, but I’m so happy right now I could care less. Pulling back, he kisses me tenderly with a smile on his lips and I kiss him right back. I feel like I could fly right now.

How did this happen? Is this a dream? If it is I don’t want to wake up.

I tug on his hair and ask, “Jake, make love to me?”

He answers with a groan and an attack on my lips that causes me to fall back onto the bed. I giggle while Jake curses and struggles to take off his pants with one hand while he reaches for me at the same time. I push his chest up away from me and hear a soft “no” escape his lips.

Pushing him onto his back, I straddle his legs and unbutton his pants. When I’m done pulling his jeans off, I stand at the foot of the bed to admire him. He has the most adoring look on his face which lights a fire in me, and I climb back on top of him. He releases my bra as I kiss him, and I begin to trail open mouth kisses across his beautiful neck and chest moving lower down his stomach. He’s the one writhing now, and a smile comes to my lips as I continue south, peeling his boxers off to release his beautiful erection. He’s propped up on his elbows watching me, practically panting, and I look into his green eyes as I lick up his pulsing shaft. His arms shake as I swirl my tongue around the ridge of him and when I take him into my mouth, his eyes roll back and his arms give out from under him. He lets go the most erotic groan, making me feel so powerful that I start in with a fervor, taking him in as deep as I can, my hands on his hips to steady me.

My name falls from his lips over and over as I worship this part of him that brings me so much pleasure. He grunts as he gets close.

I don’t care. I want it. I need it. All of him.

He’s delicious and beautiful and totally mine in this moment.

Jake sits up and grabs me under my arms and I reluctantly release him from my mouth with a pop. I try to resist, but he’s too strong and pulls me up on top of him. Grabbing my head in his hands, he kisses me deeply and says, “Not yet.” He flips us over so I’m now on my back, pulls off my panties and throws them on the floor. Leaning down, he pulls my nipple into his mouth while his hand goes to my dripping core. Rubbing my clit, he dips two of his fingers inside of me, spreading my wetness all over my entrance.

Oh his fingers, they feel so good.

“I need to be inside of you, Jen, now.”

This makes me shudder and I can’t think of anything else I want except Jake inside of me. Removing his fingers, I watch, mesmerized, as he sucks them into his mouth, moaning.

Holy mother that’s hot.

Positioning himself on top of me, he slowly slides himself inside me, keeping his eyes locked on mine. We both release a satisfied moan. Jake starts to move himself in and out in the most mind-blowing way as my hands pull him in as deep as possible. He keeps his thrusts long and steady, staring into my eyes the entire time and it’s torture. Heavenly torture; these erotic slow, long strokes drive me insane as my body screams for more.

Pretty soon, all of my muscles tighten with my orgasm and as I grip him from the inside, Jake says, “I love you, Jen.”

Crying out in ecstasy, I let my release and his words overwhelm me and my entire body shakes with the power of my climax. He stills, letting me come down from my high and strokes my face with his hand. My arms come away from his behind and reach around his neck to pull him in for a kiss that I hope can convey everything I feel.

“I love you too, Jake, so much,” I whisper against his lips.

We kiss each other deeply, Jake still hard inside me, until he rolls us so he’s on his back and I sit up and start to move on top of him. We find a wonderful rhythm as our hips roll together and Jake watches my breasts bounce up and down in front of him. As I start to peak, he twists both my nipples with his fingers and I cum again, clamping down around him. This triggers his release as well and he holds me down tight against him as he fills me.

The aftershocks are so powerful, I almost collapse on top of him, but Jake shifts me so I lie down on my side as he spoons me. Feeling him poking me in the back, I know from our last time together how quickly Jake recovers.

Meaning this is far from over.

He kisses my neck, moving my hair aside as he lifts my leg up over his hip so he can enter me from behind. We’re on our sides and he slowly pushes into me while his fingers stroke my clit with one hand and his teeth nibble my neck. His other arm is across my chest, holding me tightly against him as he pinches my nipple and “Oh fuck!” comes out of my mouth at this new position. I grip his head behind me and hold his mouth to my neck while my lower body moves with his. We continue this way until I cum again and then Jake props me up on my knees and takes me rough and deep from behind. His fingers dig into my hips as he moves and he’s so deep inside me I start to see stars. He cums hard and we both collapse on the bed in a heap.

After catching his breath, Jake rasps, “I need water.” Getting up to get him some water from the kitchen, Jake stops me, grabbing my wrist. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

So we stumble together into my kitchen and he takes two bottles of water out of my fridge while I admire his naked form. He hands me a bottle and gulps down his own. A giddy laugh escapes me as I watch him drink the whole bottle in one shot.

Smirking at me, he tosses the bottle into the recycling and lifts me up onto the kitchen counter. “Ready for round two?” he asks with a cocky smile, and I nod, shivering in anticipation.

He takes me rough on the counter and then again on the sofa. We eventually make it back to the bedroom and drift to sleep in each other’s arms. A while later we wake and enjoy an erotic shower together where other expletives escape us both and I thank the stars that I don’t have any close neighbors.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. Judy Garland

H
ours later, Jake and I are in bed, Jake petting my head while I leisurely kiss his chest. My insecurities start to creep back in and I can’t stop myself from asking, “Don’t be mad, but I need to know for my own sanity. Are you sure there’s really nothing going on between you and Amy?”

“No, she’s a good friend, nothing more.”

I put my chin on Jake’s chest and look up at him. “But you guys are always together.”

“We’re friends and it was mutually beneficial.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I needed a date to premieres and events while I was pining away for you and Amy needed the illusion. She isn’t ready to come out and is worried it will hurt her career if she does.”

Lifting my head, I clarify what he just revealed. “Amy is gay?”

Jake smiles at me. “Oh yeah, big time. She’s never hidden that part of herself from me since I’ve known her. She’s very careful and very private. She didn’t tell her parents until a few months ago when we were in Italy. Only her inner circle knows.”