Page 97 of The Choices I've Made
“What word?Friendship?”
She laughed. “Yes, even then, it sounded like you were saying something else entirely, likedirty tireorwet dead fish. Definitely not something as innocent as friendship.”
I pulled on her hand, stopping her in the middle of the staircase.
“Exactly. Friendship is innocent, Mols. And us? We’re not. We’re about as far away from innocent as two people can get. I fucked you so hard the other night, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole island knew by now. And you know what? It’s all I’ve thought about since. Every damn second.”
“What are you saying?”
I pulled her close, her feet stumbling down a step until we were nose to nose. I could feel her breath against my face.
“We’ve never been just friends Molly and I sure as hell don’t want to start now.”
I grabbed the back of her neck and yanked her toward me. Our mouths fused together like live wires, sending electrical shocks down my spine to the tips of my toes. We were clumsy, knocking into the wall uprooting family pictures, and stumbling over steps, as our kiss deepened, and our hands roamed.
“Bedroom?” she moaned, against the wall, my mouth on her neck as my fingers undid her shorts.
“No time,” I growled.
I shoved her shorts and panties down with one swift movement, dipping into that sweet heat that only her body could give me. She cried instantly as my fingers danced along her clit.
“Oh God, Jake!” she yelled.
Dropping to my knees, I thanked my earlier self for all those visits to the gym, never imagining I’d need my strong leg muscles for balancing myself on uneven stairs to get a girl off.
Not just a girl.
My girl.
She looked down at me. Her floral top was askew, showing off that purple bra I loved so much. She was breathless and so goddamn fucking beautiful, and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer.
Placing my hands around her thighs, I lifted her just so, wrapping those gorgeous legs around my shoulders, giving me the perfect view.
The first taste was like coming home. Her hips bucked against me as I tried to steady us. With one arm against the wall and another around her waist, I continued running my tongue over the tender flesh of her body.
She moaned, deep and guttural, the sounds only egging me on. I felt like a damn quarterback in the championship game, about to make the winning touchdown.
“Jake!” she cried. “Oh, shit, I’m going to come!”
I grinned against her, wetness dripping down my face. I held her tight against me, her body rocking hard, intensifying her own pleasure. Her hands gripped her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her top.
So fucking hot.
“Oh, yes, please!” she begged seconds before her body came apart in my hands.
I felt the trembles, the quakes, and the detonation against my tongue.
She threw her head back and cried out to the heavens.
It was the hottest damn thing I’d ever seen, and it was then, in that moment, that I knew I was never going to leave that island without her.
