Page 81 of The Choices I've Made
“What exactly do you want me to say? Oh, yes,” she said softly, her mouth mere inches from mine. “I want you, Jake Jameson. I want you to fu—”
I couldn’t handle it anymore. One more word, and I’d fucking blow right here. How many hours—hell, days had I thought about this?
Throwing my hand over her rosy-red lips, I lifted her with the other, causing a giddy yelp to escape her as I flipped her underneath me.
Her eyes widened as she came in full contact with my body and everything she’d done to it. No witty comeback for that. Instead, I felt her melt, limb by limb, as my hand left her mouth to rediscover everything I’d missed over the last twelve years.
She did the same, her hands grazing the pecs of my bare chest, across my arms, and down my back. “You’re different,” she whispered.
“Different bad?” I asked, placing a tender kiss along her collarbone.
“Different good,” she explained. “Less gangly boy, more beefy man.”
I grinned, my hand skimming her thigh.
“You’re the same,” I said, her eyes meeting mine. “But the same in a good way,” I amended. “The first time I saw you again, I swore you hadn’t aged a day. And this body?” I said. “It still feels just as amazing.”
She shook her head as we continued to just touch and roam each other’s body. It was as if we’d been holding back from doing so for so long that the simple act was enough. For now.
“Believe me, I’ve changed. I see that change in the mirror every day,” she replied, her fingertips brushing my bare stomach.
“I don’t see it,” I said. “I only see you—the crazy girl who went back to the bait shop and left money on the counter when she realized she’d walked out with two lollipops instead of one.”
“I felt terrible!” She laughed.
“Most people wouldn’t have bothered. They were five cents each. You had to ride your bike all the way across the island.”
“Mr. Marco still tries to give me a free one every time I go in there.”
“And I bet you leave five cents every time he does.”
“No,” she argued before adding, “I leave ten. He marked them up. Inflation and all that.”
We laughed, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in each other.
No strings, no complications.
Just the two of us.
It was a lie we’d allow ourselves to indulge in for the night.
But, soon, cuddling and reminiscing over the past wasn’t enough. Soon, the small talk and the feather light touch of fingertips and hands had us both antsy for more.
And, God, did I want more.
My nose brushed hers as her gaze found mine. Her breath quickened as I leaned down ever-so slowly. It was torture, no doubt. But, sometimes, agony was worth the reward. Her fingers dug into the sheets next to mine. I hovered there, our lips nearly touching, the sweet air from our lungs joining a mere second before our mouths finally touched.
A content sigh fell from her lips as our kiss deepened. A flick of her tongue against mine, and I was damn near gone. My hands were everywhere—under her tank top, tugging at the waistband of her tiny shorts.
I just wanted it all gone and nothing between us but skin and sweat.
She obviously understood my frantic movements because she began to aid me, lifting her arms as the tank top went up and over her head before falling to the floor. The same happened to the shorts as I dragged them down her silky legs, throwing them across the room so that I could get a look at what I’d uncovered.
“See? I told you—different,” she said, suddenly looking uncomfortable.
I watched as she tried to cover herself, something I immediately stopped.
“Maybe,” I answered, placing her nervous hands at her sides.
