Page 58 of Lost on Ice
Scoffing, I say, “The apartment complex won’t allow that.”
Jake just shrugs. “I’ve already taken care of it.”
Why am I not surprised?
“Well, fine.” I turn to hunt down my phone. “I’m hungry. Pizza sounds good?”
“Sure. Works for me.”
I order dinner and we go about our night, both of us doing our best to pretend everything is just fine… even though it clearly isn’t. When the pizza arrives, I eat without really tasting it because I can’t stop thinking about Lilah and how much I hate being separated from her. I hate whoever is doing this to me. Making my life a living hell and forcing me to send my daughter away for her own good.
When it’s time to go to bed, I make my way down to my room but hesitate outside the door. I can’t stop thinking about those cameras… that someone had to come in here to set them up. That they’ve been watching me…
“I can set up a bed on the floor.” The sound of Jake’s voice surprises me and I spin around to find him standing and watching me. I didn’t even hear him come up behind me. “That way you don’t have to sleep in there alone.”
I nibble my bottom lip before replying, “You, uh, don’t have to sleep on the floor. You can sleep in the bed… if you want.”
He regards me for a moment, his expression unreadable.
“You sure?”
I hold his gaze and nod. “I am.”
We go into the room together, and I have to admit, I do feel better having him with me. I grab a t-shirt and shorts and go to the bathroom to change. By the time I come back, Jake is already in bed… shirtless.
Shit. The sight of his bare torso in all its muscly glory has me wet in an instant. I try not to make it obvious how much I’m affected by him as I move to the other side of the bed and climb in under the covers.
“Good night,” he says before switching the lamp off on his side table.
“Good night,” I murmur, staring at the ceiling.
A few minutes go by, and despite my exhaustion, I can’t make my mind shut up long enough to actually sleep. Jake is quiet and I assume already asleep, so it’s a shock when he speaks.
“Can’t sleep?”
Swallowing, I whisper, “No, too much on my mind.”
Rolling over, he props his head up on his hand and gazes down at me. “Any way I can help?”
“I doubt it.”
His eyes move over me before he murmurs, “I could distract you.”
“How?” I frown up at him.
He meets my gaze before answering, “Well, there’s that thing I do with my tongue you always liked.”
I blink, my cheeks heating as my mind catches up to what he’s suggesting. My heart starts to race and I press my thighs together as a tingle spreads between my legs. A small voice in my head is telling me to say no - I should maintain firm boundaries with him.
Another part of me though is craving his touch. I’ve caved several times already, but this time somehow feels different. It’s not just about release, but comfort and…something else. I can’t say for sure what that something else is, though.
Or maybe I just don’t want to admit to it.
“Okay,” I whisper.
I see his grin before he lowers his lips to mine and kisses me. I open my mouth and his tongue sweeps in as he pushes theblankets off my body. He moves so that he’s hovering over me on his hands and knees, the kiss growing deeper and hotter. Jake slides his hands down my sides until he reaches my shorts and when he starts tugging them down my legs, I gasp.
“Relax,” he chuckles. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
