The Mighty Storm (47 page)

I feel him stiffen beside me.

I flicker a glance in Stuart
’
s direction, seeing his eyes are on the road. Ben is talking on his phone, speaking to Dave presumably.

So shifting back in my seat, I move closer to the door, turning my body toward him, and run my fingers up my thigh, lifting my skirt up, ever so slightly, I part my legs.

Jake sharps in a breath. His eyes are on me and they're glowing.

I love this sense of power I have over him right now. It
’
s exhilarating.

I stare at him, meeting his hot gaze and moisten my lips with my tongue.

Smiling seductively at Jake, I lower my skirt back down, pressing my legs together, feeling proud of my little wanton moment thinking, my work here is done, well until the hotel that is, but Jake shakes his head, no.

My legs start to tremble.

He moves closer, positioning himself beside me, and puts his foot up on the rest between the front seats, covering any possible view of my legs with his. Jake rests his hand on my lap, then very gently pushes my legs apart with his hand and I let him.

My heart is thudding in my chest and my mouth suddenly dry.

Jake slides his hand under my skirt, reaching my panties he hooks his fingers into them, moving them aside, giving him the access he wants, he starts to touch me. Then very gently, he slips his finger inside me.

My whole body nearly explodes. I have to bite my lip, hard, to stop myself from making a noise.

I turn my face to his. He stares back at me. His eyes daring, pooling and heated.

I have never in all my life done anything like this. And I know I should care there are other people in the car with us, but it
’
s hard to right now. All I care about is Jake and the way he
’
s making me feel.

He starts to move his finger, in and out, in a rhythmic motion, his thumb rubbing over me, and my heart is beating so hard, my legs shaking uncontrollably, and I know what
’
s going to happen if he doesn
’
t stop.

“
Jake, stop, or I
’
m going to come,” I mouth to him.

He grins, and rubs his thumb a little firmer over my hot spot.

My body shudders.

“
Please,” I mouth again, pressing my legs together, onto his hand.

He grins again, seemingly satisfied with himself and the effect he
’
s had on me, and slips his hand out from under my skirt, then rearranges his very noticeable erection in his pants, with his hand.

I
’
m relieved and disappointed at the same time.

And I have a good mind to do the same to him, work him up to the point of near combustion.

Stuart pulls up out front of the hotel a few minutes later and I
’
m still struggling to gather my cloudy, but very horny thoughts.

I
’
m so worked up and desperate to relieve the ache Jake has left me with, that I
’
m just about ready to do it anywhere with him.

Once we
’
re out of the car, Jake grabs hold of my hand leading me straight into the hotel, practically dragging me through the lobby and into a waiting lift.

Once the doors are closed he pushes me up against the wall, his mouth on mine, hard and fast, and his hands are everywhere.

Then, before I know it, the lift doors are pinging open on our floor, and Jake
’
s pulling me down the hall, unlocking the door to his suite, and then we are finally alone.

Jake starts to walk toward me but I back off.

Payback time mister.

He cocks his head to the side, staring at me a little puzzled and very curious.

“
Stay there,” I breathe.

I
’
ve never really been this confident sexually. I
’
m more of a straight to the basics kind of girl. And I
’
ve most definitely never been confident about my body.

So I have no idea where that little skirt lifting show came from in the car, or why I let him do what he did to me, or even why I want to carry on the show in here. But I do. I want to do it for him, because of him.

Jake makes me feel confident … and so very sexy.

I
’
m feeling pretty glad right now that I
’
m wearing my good underwear, as I start to unbutton my shirt, slowly, one button at a time.

I watch Jake
’
s eyes as they follow my hands down.

I slide my shirt off, down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Then I kick my heels off, and unbutton my skirt at the back, slowly easing the zip down. I shimmy it over my hips, then let it fall to the floor and step out of it.

Now I
’
m just standing here in just my black lacy underwear.

Jake
’
s eyes are on fire, devouring me, and he looks like he
’
s about to pounce any second now.

I run my hand down my stomach and hook a thumb into the elastic of my panties, slowly inching them down over my hips.

Jake
’
s breathing is shallow. His eyes fixed on my hand, watching, waiting.

He puts his hand on the stretch in his jeans, adjusting himself, obviously feeling the discomfort in his pants.

I stop pulling my panties down, changing my mind, and bring them back up to rest on my hips.

He cocks his head to the side.

Slowly, I walk over to him.

My heart is pumping hard in my chest. I
’
ve got a heat in my belly, and I
’
m flushed all over.

Jake grabs hold of my hips pulling me hard against him the instant I
’
m within his reach.

Shaking my head at him, I remove his hands off my hips and step back a little.

“
Not yet,” I whisper.

“
I want you now.” His tone is urgent, intense. It travels through me, hitting me in just the right spot.

I lean close to his ear and whisper, “Yo voy a chupar.”

He sharps out a breath. “Fuck, Tru,” he growls. “If you want me to wait you
’
re not going about it the right way.”

Moving back, I smile at him, snagging my lower lip with my teeth.

“
Tell me what you just said? I need to know.” His words are breathy, ragged.

I love that I can do this to him with just words.

“
Let me show you,” I say, dropping to my knees before him.

Then I
’
m undoing his jeans, freeing him, and showing him just exactly what I meant.

“
Why won
’
t you tell me where we
’
re going?” I ask Jake again, turning in my seat to face him.

He flickers a glance at me. “Because it
’
s a surprise.”

“
Why is everything always a surprise with you?”

He slows the car to a stop at the red traffic light.

“
Because I like seeing the look on your face when you discover what the surprise is.” He reaches over and strokes my cheek with his fingers.

“
You would still get the surprised look even if you told me you know
–
I
’
m great at surprised faces.”

“
Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he chuckles. “But still, it just doesn
’
t equal the look of seeing it in your eyes, as you see it for the first time.”

Huh? Well now I
’
m just confused.

“
Okay, so what if I told you I don
’
t like surprises.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“
Well you haven
’
t seemed to mind them so far,” he says confidently, shifting the car back into drive as the light changes to green. “And you definitely didn
’
t seem to mind the one I gave you earlier.”

My cheeks instantly flush.

Memories of Jake sneaking up behind me when I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, getting ready to come out tonight … and then I was coming, but in a whole different way.

“
Well, yeah I did like that one,” I grin across at him, unfurling my arms.

“
See surprises can be good.” He takes hold of my hand and kisses it then rests it back down so he can signal his turn.

Earlier was amazing, but I think it was also Jake’s way of cushioning the blow, pardon the pun, because after we made love; he’d had some of those amazing cakes delivered as we never did get to go to the delicatessens, and while we were sat in bed feeding each other cake, he told me that the pictures of me and him leaving the Louvre had hit the tabloids in full colour glory telling the world we’re together. They also know Jake and I grew up together. That we used to live next-door to one another and had been best friends growing up.

So now the whole world knows pretty much everything about Jake and I.

Except they don’t know we had an affair.

They don’t know I still had a boyfriend when we started seeing each other. They haven’t locked onto that little piece of information, yet, and I hope they never do. For Will’s sake as much as my own.

The word is that Jake has found "the one". His girl next-door.

It’s sweet, in an intrusive, weird kind of way.

Jake was worried how I’d feel because of my privacy concerns, and because of how I had wanted to spare Will’s feelings as much as possible.

I reassured him I was fine with it all. It was bound to hit the press one day, so sooner rather than later.

So now it’s out, Jake and I can get on with just enjoying one another.

I stare out through the heavily tinted window looking at Paris all around me. I feel like I
’
m the luckiest girl in the world to be with Jake. To have him back in my life, and for us to finally be together.

And for him to love me back, like I
’
ve always loved him.

If only we
’
d told one another how we felt when we were younger, maybe we would never have lost touch. Maybe we would have always been together, and Jake would never have had the drug problem and I would have been there for him when Jonny died.

It
’
s sad to think we
’
ve missed out on so many years together, but we have each other now and that
’
s what matters.

So, I have no idea where I
’
m going tonight, which is a tad frustrating, but the flip side is that it
’
s just Jake and I tonight. He told Dave and Ben to stay at the hotel.

I know, I couldn
’
t believe it either.

Dave was not comfortable with Jake going out alone. But Jake is the boss and what he says goes. He can be pretty authoritative when he wants to be. And it’s really very sexy to see in action. I might let him be all authoritative with me in bed later tonight.

I know why Jake wanted to go out alone with me. He
’
s trying to give me a normal night out after today
’
s escapade at the Louvre. Trying to prove to me that life can be normal with him at times.

So there
’
s no Dave following us. Just Jake and I in his new hire car, a two-seater black BMW Z4.

It
’
s a sexy car, just like its driver.

Jake had it delivered earlier for us to go out in tonight, and Stuart has also changed the Merc
’
s, so now Jake
’
s got Audi
’
s for the remainder of his stay.

However long that will be.

We haven
’
t talked about going home yet. I know I have to go home soon, as I need to get back to the magazine and do some work before the US leg of the tour starts. But I
’
m reluctant to bring the subject up because I don
’
t want to leave him yet, if ever.

Every time I think about being without Jake, I get this awful strangling, tightening sensation in my tummy.

So for now, I
’
m not thinking about it.

Jake takes the next turn, taking us down the Rue de la Paix.

He pulls the car over just outside Tiffany
’
s and turns the engine off.

“
What are we doing here?” I ask, a little frisson of energy bursting in my tummy.

Of course I have an idea, well a hope, of what we
’
re doing here, but I have to ask just to be sure.

“
There
’
s something I need to pick up,” he answers.

“
Oh, okay.”

My little glimmer of sparkly hope vanishes.

Of course, I don
’
t want Jake spending lots of money on me, but if he ever felt the need to buy me something pretty from Tiffany
’
s then I wouldn
’
t take total offence to it.