Page 73 of Hyde and Seek

I yawned as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Sleep, babe.”

“Okay, Mr. Bossy Pants,” I muttered as I snuggled into him.

His fingers followed along the tattoo on my rib cage, going slowly as if to memorize the notes. Stilling, his breathing evened out when he fell asleep.

Though I was exhausted, sleep was slow to find me. Middle of the night thought sessions were rarely a good thing. It was the time when I’d remember everything I forgot to do. Or when I’d think of everything I’d done but wished I could change.

As I replayed the night, all I could think of was how perfect it’d been. I hadn’t been waiting for my Prince Charming or marriage. I just knew I wanted better than a hookup at a frat party or on some guy’s dirty futon.

I wasn’t going to jump into something just for the, well, fuck of it.

From what I’d heard, even with experience, the first time with someone new could still be an awkward disaster.

I’d always expected my first time to be a catastrophe of epic proportions.

What happened tonight surpassed anything I could’ve imagined, and I’d imagined it quite a bit. The Jake holding me tight in his bed wasmuchbetter than the Jake that had been living in my fantasies, and that was definitely saying something.

Breathing in the smell of Jake, the smell of us, I exhaled in a quiet rush. With a smile, I fell into a deep sleep.

*******

“Baby, I gotta take my shoes off.”

“No, leave ‘em,” Jake grunted as he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in a move that would have left me tangled had I attempted it.

Watching Jake do it, however, only left me close to panting as I enjoyed the view.

My show improved when he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free himself before dropping his body back down to mine.

“I’ll go gentle next time. Gentler, at least. But I can’t right now.”

“Don’t.” I rubbed my hands down his back, letting my nails drag. “You know how I like you, baby.”

“Fuck, Piper, I need you. So bad. I’ve never needed anyone like I need you.”

I knew he wasn’t just talking about sex. Had I repeated the words back to him, I wouldn’t have been, either.

However, any thought other than feeling him left my mind when his hands moved up my thighs and he hooked his fingers into the gusset of my panties to pull them to the side. He fisted his cock in his other hand before positioning it at my entrance.

I moved against him. “Please.”

Going achingly slow, he pushed into me while his hands trailed down my legs. “Give me your feet, baby.”

“What?”

“Bend your knees.”

When I did as he said, Jake gripped the heels of my shoes and bent my knees further back. The position lifted my ass slightly, changing the angle he entered me and the places he hit. Everything felt more intense and each inch felt bigger.

And there were already a lot of big inches.

“Christ, I can’t hold back.”

“Don’t. Fuck me, please.”

I knew he loved it when I begged, but even if he didn’t, I’d still do it. I couldn’t help it.