The Mighty Storm (27 page)

Shivers envelop me. My heart-rate increases, and my breathing hitches.

“
No, it
’
s fine, stay. But I need to pee,” I say, voice pitchy, as I climb off the bed.

I cross the bedroom on seriously wobbly legs, which have nothing to do with the alcohol in my system, and everything to do with Jake in my bed over there, and grab my pyjamas; a vest and short set, and stumble into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I pee, brush my teeth, take my make-up off and climb in the shower.

After I finish my shower, I put my pyjamas on, towel dry my newly clean hair, and tie it damp into a messy knot.

I
’
m hoping I
’
ve been gone long enough so that Jake has fallen asleep because I
’
ve got a feeling if he hasn
’
t, I
’
m soon going to be making the mistake, I really want to make with him tonight.

I turn the light off before opening the bathroom door, then I quietly let myself back into the bedroom and pad my way across the carpeted floor.

As I
’
m nearing the bed, Jake utters, “Well that was the longest pee in history. What the fuck
were
you doing in there?”

So he is still awake. Crap.

“
I took a shower, just like you should.”

“
You saying I smell?” he chuckles.

I pull the duvet back and climb into bed.

“
That
’
s exactly what I
’
m saying, but if you
’
re too lazy to take a shower, can you at least take your stinky ass clothes off, and get your own blanket out of the wardrobe.”

Laying on my back, I tuck the duvet safely around me.

Like that will stop Jake getting near me if he wants to. The man could undress a woman with one look alone.

“
Yes ma
’
am.”

He clambers up off the bed and I watch in the dark as he pulls his T-shirt off over his head and removes his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer shorts. His sexy, tight black boxer shorts.

“
Fuck, I do stink,” he says sniffing his T-shirt, then his armpit. He tosses his shirt to the floor next to his jeans. “I
’
ll take a quick shower.”

He disappears off into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar and the light flooding into the bedroom.

I lay here, my heart beating up a storm in my chest. My whole body on fire, as I listen to the running water, desperate to go climb back in that shower with Jake, and do things with him I shouldn
’
t want to do.

I hear the water go off, then he re-emerges a few minutes later, wearing only a towel around his waist, his hair all damp and mussed up.

I
’
m so done for.

He leaves the bathroom door ajar again, a splay of light in the room illuminating his nearly naked form, his tattoos looking intricate in the low-light. He looks beautiful, and I wonder if he
’
s done it on purpose leaving the light on him, giving me a full view.

Maybe he left the door open while he was getting a shower on purpose too.

Maybe it was an invitation.

He saunters over and drops back onto the bed, wearing only the towel.

This is not good. Well, it is good, great in fact … but not good for so many reasons.

He rolls onto his side facing me. “Do you remember when we used to sleep together like this when we were kids?”

“
I do.” I smile at the memory.

In the early days
–
the bad days when Jake
’
s dad was still around, he started staying over at my house regularly to get away from him, and even after his dad was gone, Jake still carried on staying over; by that point it had just became our thing.

“
My dad put a stop to that when we were about eleven though, if I remember rightly,” I add.

“
He always was a smart
guy
. I wouldn
’
t have left me alone in bed with you if you were my daughter either.”

“
Even when you were eleven?” I laugh.

“
Even when I was eleven.” His voice is suddenly thick with inclination.

I feel a shiver deep inside my stomach, which quickly heads downwards, settling in-between my legs.

I turn onto my side so we
’
re facing each other. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

I know that
’
s a really intrusive question, but I
’
m little drunk and I don
’
t care, because I want to know if he ever slept with anyone back home before he left for America. I always thought I knew everything about Jake back then, but after he left and he cut me off, I started to think maybe not, because the Jake I thought I knew would never have left me like that.

He stares at me for a long moment. I wish I knew what was going through his mind.

“
Sixteen,” he finally answers.

Even though I got the answer I wanted, I still feel a sharp stab of jealously.

“
Who was she?”

“
No one … someone who should have been you.”

Whoa!

He reaches his hand up and runs his fingertips along my jaw. My skin hums under his touch.

“
I had such a crush on you when we were kids,” he murmurs.

He did? Holy fuck.

“
You
’
re a bit late telling me now,” I smile weakly.

I
’
m nervous. So very nervous.

“
Am I?”

I knew this moment would happen when I danced with him at the club. The moment he climbed into my bed.

Maybe even subconsciously, I knew it would happen the very first moment I saw him standing there in that hotel suite for the interview.

I
’
m trying to remain calm but my insides are going nuts. My heart is pounding in my chest.

“
No,” I whisper. “You
’
re not too late.”

He traces his thumb over my lower lip. I gasp at the feeling.

“
I
’
m calling in one of my birthday presents, Tru,” he says softly. His eyes look opaque, heavy with desire.

“
What do you want?” My voice is quiet, trembling.

Propping himself up on his elbow, I tilt my head back as he looks down at me.

He pulls my hair free from its knot, running his fingers through it.

“
You.” He moves his face close to mine, staying a breath away, waiting for his invitation.

“
Happy birthday,” I whisper.

He pulls in a breath, then very slowly, not taking his eyes from mine, leans in and kisses me.

My body and mind explode with sensation and feeling. I
’
ve never felt anything like it before.

I
’
m lost to him.

All these years of wanting him and wondering, and he is so much more than I could ever have imagined.

My fingers snake into his damp hair, holding him to me.

“
Oh God, Tru,” he groans in my mouth. “I
’
ve wanted you for so long.” There
’
s such a ragged need in his voice, it makes me tremble all the way down to my sex.

“
Me too,” I breathe.

With a moan, he continues his gentle assault of my mouth with his tongue.

He tastes and feels even better than I ever dreamed he would. It
’
s like waiting years and years for the present you have always wanted, longed for, then unwrapping it and finding it
’
s so much more than you ever imagined it could be.

Will is far, far from my mind, and I couldn
’
t stop this even if I wanted too. And I don
’
t want to.

We
’
re tangled up in each other, kissing, deep and passionate, and for this moment, in this darkness, there is only me and him in the whole entire world.

Jake pushes the duvet off me, rolls me onto my back, laying on top of me, resting up on one arm so not to crush me.

I run my hands up his tattooed arms and over onto his bare chest, tracing his skin with my fingers.

He breaks from our kiss and stares down at me for a long moment. Then he places his hand on my chest, over my heart, and very slowly, moves it down, his fingers tracing over my breasts.

My heart is thumping.

His fingertips skim my stomach, moving around the hem of my vest.

Nervous, but wanting him so badly, I reach down and lift my vest up, inclining slightly, I pull it off over my head, tossing it to the floor, I lay back down. I
’
m not wearing a bra, and I
’
m obviously feeling really brave thanks to the alcohol in my system.

Jake
’
s eyes roam me, devouring me.

“
You are so beautiful,” he says in a low voice.

Beautiful? He thinks I
’
m beautiful.

He leans down and kisses me again, hard and deep, almost like his life depends on it. He puts his hand on my breast, gently tracing his thumb around my nipple. It instantly hardens under his expert touch.

He definitely knows how to touch a woman. But then he
’
s had a lot of practice.

I shove the thought aside

Jake gently pushes my leg to the side, I part them further allowing him closer.

I can feel his erection digging in my thigh. I
’
m so turned on my whole body is trembling.

I
’
m nervous. I
’
ve never been this nervous with a guy before, not that I
’
ve been with many, well three to be exact.

But Jake
’
s different. He
’
s always been different.

And he
’
s slept with so many women, what if I don
’
t measure up? What if I
’
m a disappointment for him?

I
’
m also trying not to think about the fact that even though I promised myself earlier I wouldn
’
t become another number in Jake
’
s very long list, I
’
m well on my way to letting that happen, with no care, or inclination to stop.

His hand moves from my breast, down my body. Lifting up, he kneels between my legs, and it
’
s at that point I see he
’
s lost his towel.

Holy fuck, he is huge. And I mean
huge
.

I gulp down, worrying how the hell he
’
s going to actually fit inside me.

Jake sees my staring and grins.

I bite my lip to stop from passing comment, knowing I
’
ll probably come out with some lame shit and kill the moment.

His fingers hook into the top of my pyjama shorts and he starts to pull them down. I lift my bum, allowing them free, then put my leg to the side, so he can remove them fully.

I can
’
t take my eyes off him. I
’
m entranced, and I’m his completely.

As I
’
m moving my leg back around him, he grabs hold of it and kisses my leg, ever so lightly running his tongue over my skin, upwards, he travels higher and higher, teasing my skin with his tongue and light kisses until he reaches the apex of my thigh.

I feel heady with desire. All I want is him, now.

Lifting his head, he stares up at me. My mouth goes dry from that one look alone. I moisten my lips with my tongue.

His eyes flicker and flame. Without taking his eyes from mine, he slides his fingers between my panties and skin, then very gently he pushes his finger inside me. I almost come on the spot.

Rubbing his thumb over my sex, he starts to kiss a path up my stomach, to my neck, my jaw, my mouth, all the while, his fingers working their magic on me.

“
Ahh,” I moan, closing my eyes.

“
Is that good?” he asks rough.

“
So good,” I breathe.

Needing to feel him, I reach my hand down and wrap my fingers around his hardness. Taking a firm hold, I start to move my hand, up and down.

He makes a low guttural sound in his throat, then pulls his finger out of me so quickly that I gasp.

Then he
’
s ripping my panties off. And when I say ripping, I mean he actually tears them off, shredding them. No one has ever done that to me before, and it
’
s insanely hot.

Leaving me wanting, he reaches down to the floor, picking his jeans up. I hear rustling and, then he
’
s returning with a condom in his hand and a question in his eyes.