Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Jake was right. He did get a good brand, and this, combined with his warm house and comfortable couch, is exactly what I needed after the terrible day I had at work.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can hear Jake laughing to himself beside me as he spoons some ice cream for himself. Who would have thought that some random neighbor moving in beside me would be so kind and so thoughtful? Especially when that random neighbor was a man?
“So do you want to tell me what was so awful about your night? You said it was bad in your texts, right?” Jake asks.
I groan and start to go through everything that happened, step by step, leading up to the table of eight that stiffed me on the tip. Jake listens attentively the whole time, not interrupting, just focusing on me with those glacial-blue eyes. But then I realize as that I’m feeling something inside of me responding to all this. Something I really shouldn’t be feeling at all.
This feels an awful lot like a date, and I’m not here to have a date with Jake. And he knows that. I’m here for one thing and one thing only.
Quickly, I shake off whatever it is I’m feeling and come back down to Earth.
You have a rule, Sadie. Don’t forget yourself.
“But I’m probably boring you with all this, aren’t I?” I ask, setting my bowl down on the coffee table.
Jake shakes his head. “No, it’s okay, I–”
But I’m already on my feet and slipping my T-shirt up and off to reveal what’s underneath. Jake stops talking when he sees the black lace bra I’ve been wearing since I went in to work.
I toss my T-shirt aside and go to work on the buttons of my jeans as he watches me, his eyes narrowed and focused and filled with desire. It’s like I’m doing a striptease, something I’ve never done in my life. I should be a lot more nervous about it than I am too, but ever since he pulled me in through the door, I’ve felt right at home.
I pull my jeans down and expose the garter belt, and that gets quite the reaction from Jake. His lips part, and his eyes rake my body.
“Jesus…” he says quietly. “And I thought the pictures were hot.”
My jeans aren’t even completely off yet.
“You like it?” I ask, my voice low and sultry.
“I said I’d like it even better in person.” He smiles.
He slides one hand down his pants without any shame. Is he already hard?
I continue to slide my jeans down, exposing more of myself until everything is showing. My panties, my garter, my stockings. It’s all on full display for him.
I kick the jeans aside and twist my hips, gyrating in place while he moves his hand beneath his pants.
I’m so turned on right now. Never in my life would I have thought I’d be comfortable enough with a man to do something like this. But here I am, putting myself on full display for Jake, who I just met two days ago. And I’m loving every second of it.
“You look incredible, baby,” Jake says as he leans forward and grabs me by the waist. The feeling of his rough hands on my skin excites me in ways I can’t explain, and I feel myself getting all hot and bothered immediately.
“I bought this just for you,” I whisper.
“I bought that ice cream just for you,” he teases with a grin. “But I guess it doesn’t quite compare.”
“It was still very thoughtful.” I smile as I touch him back. Even through his T-shirt I can feel the immense muscles, the taut physique. He’s such a man. I love it.
He leans in slowly and presses his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck, causing a shiver to run through me, starting at my toes and going all the way up my spine.
“I just wanted to please you,” he says.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my voice low.
“Oh, yeah. Now let me show you all the other things I have in mind to do just that.”
19
Sadie
My knees start to shake as Jake’s hands trace the lines of my body. My confidence is still there, but there’s just something about the way he touches me that causes me to quiver.
It’s like his hands are magic. Not to mention his lips and what they’ve already done to me.
I’ve never had such an instantaneous connection with a man before. He makes me hungry and want to submit at the same time. It’s a very strange combination of feelings running through me simultaneously.
His lips brush across my collarbone and find the center of my chest. He licks me gently between my breasts, but I can feel the hunger there as he does it.
“You are so goddamn sexy,” he growls as he grabs them and squeezes, trapping his face between my cleavage, nearly suffocating himself. He groans, and I feel the vibration all the way into my ribs before he releases himself and looks up at me, grinning with a lustful delight. “Did God make you personally?”