Page 57 of You Wish
Georgia’s entire being shook as she tried to step out of the truck. She hadn’t felt this nervous or alive since that night nine years ago.
Jake’s strong hand was resting at the small of her back, but he could have been deep inside of her from the way her body was reacting. With his free hand, he found his keys and opened the door. Once inside she tugged him toward the staircase and a giddy little giggle escaped.
He put a finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
“What?”
He kissed her gently and then whispered against her lips. “I don’t want to wake anyone.”
She almost asked him what he was talking about when the motor in her brain fired up. His family! Joy and Nic and Rachel! They were just a few walls away.
She was about to bolt. His hand tightened around hers. “No one will know. My room is at the back of the house. It’s isolated.”
“I don’t want to do the walk of shame. You come to my room.”
“Your room shares a hallway with my grandparents. Which is fine by me, but you might?—”
Not wanting even a second to rethink this very bad decision, she yanked him down the back hallway. A soft laugh followed them as they stumbled through the door. He closed it behind him and stalked toward her.
Never stopping, never hesitating, he just walked right up into her space like he belonged and took her mouth. His lips were amazing, full and skilled, all patience and finesse. He smelled like sandalwood and desire and kissed her as though he couldn’t get enough. Which worked for her, since she was pretty sure that this was the best kiss in the history of the world.
In fact, kissing Jake was like being reborn, like she was launched back to that night where they shared their first kiss. It was needy and desperate—magical.
Kind of like his thigh, which was currently tucked between hers, putting on the pressure and driving her right out of her mind. Nuclear-powered tingles exploded though her body and Georgia’s nipples went hard. She wanted him.
Bad.
It was all she could do not to unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. Especially when his thigh shifted higher, pressing harder, the silkiness of his slacks gliding along the thin fabric of her dress, creating a delicious friction.
Friction was good. Friction was freaking great. But she wanted more. So she went to work, leading her hand to the cause. Okay, both hands, since one palmed his ass to pull him closer, while the other slid around the front to his—oh, my.
“Aw, darlin’,” Jake groaned, his head falling back. “You keep that up and it will be over in three seconds, and I want to do this right. In a bed. Taking my time. Loving you all night.”
That last part had her lady parts going into party mode. But the bed? Was he serious? Because his bed was up in the loft,residing at the top of a very windy staircase. And after weeks of foreplay there was no way she was going to make it up those stairs. That he hadn’t attempted to move, except to push harder into her palm, told her that it would not take much to get him on board.
So she gave a little squeeze. “Impatient, remember?”
Maybe it was more than a little squeeze, but he didn’t seem to mind. Nope, Jake’s eyes dilated and she knew it was game on, because he let out a relieved groan and all his finesse and hard-won patience evaporated.
His hands slid up her thighs and under her dress, gripping her ass. Then he lifted. Her feet came off the ground, her heart fell to her toes, and Georgia felt sexy. Desirable. Wanted.
How long had it been since she had felt wanted? Too long ago to remember.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She got on board in two seconds flat and a whoosh of air expelled when her back came flush with the wall. Then, as if preordained, her good parts got up close and personal with his good parts and they had a very pleasant,Nice to see you againmoment.
Her body burst into flames lit by anticipation. Needy and desperate for more, her hands went to work, tugging at his buckle. Jake’s hands were skilled, shoving her dress to her waist and running the tips of his fingers along the edge of her silk panties, then up the center, making her gasp.
He stopped and his eyes bore into hers. “Have you been like this all night?”
“All night.”
“Because of me?”
“Because of you,” she admitted, smiling when his belt clanked open.
“Fuck. It was hard keeping it together seeing youinthat dress. Knowing how wet you wereunderthe dress? We never would have made it out of that damn coat closet.”
