gray slacks, button down white shirt, black belt and black dress shoes. Oh my . He walks in without being invited and suddenly his hands are cupping my jaw and pulling me firmly to his body.
Hi .
There is a second where our eyes meet and I register the fire in his before his mouth crashes down on mine.
I make a noise at the back of my throat and lift my arms around his neck.
His tongue sweeps inside my mouth and I whimper as my own tongue meets his.
God, he tastes so good.
It's been a really long time since I've been kissed. And I've never been kissed like this.
My body presses into his to get more of him as his tongue plunders my mouth, our tongues dancing, drinking. It is delicious, demanding, and very, very hot.
One of my hands comes up to his soft hair and I run my fingers through it as one of his hands comes down to cup my ass and this feels very, very good and so I whimper into his mouth again to which he moans into mine and I feel that moan between my legs.
My knees are weak as I cling to him. His kiss has become my anchor to this earth, the very reason for my existence.
So when he tears his mouth from mine, breathing hard and stepping back, I make a sound of protest in my throat and my eyes slowly open to see Jake grinning down at me.
"Damn, you can kiss."
I smile shyly up at him, trying to get my bearings, breathing heavy and with every inhale, drawing his delicious woodsy scent inside me.
"Wow - " I say, stupidly.
"Yeah." He says, grinning again. "Hungry?"
I blink up at him and when his question registers, I say, "Yeah."
I lock up and shrug on my coat and he walks me out to his car, parked in front of my building.
"Doesn't the norm dictate that you were supposed to kiss me after our date?" I ask, smiling up at him.
"Couldn't wait," he winks. "It was either kiss you, or go insane."
Wow, I like that.
Jake lets me in the passenger side of his BMW as I grin up at him like a fool. I sink into the buttery leather seat, inhaling the new car smell. I've heard about this but never actually experienced it. I understand what all the hype is about now. I lean my head back and close my eyes.
Mmmm, new car smell.
He closes my door and walks around the car and slides in, and now I'm breathing in new car smell and Jake's delicious woodsy scent. Yum . As he pulls out onto the street, he takes my left hand in his and brings it to his lips. Then we hold hands between our seats as he drives with his left hand.
"So where are you taking me?" I ask, smiling.
"Do you like seafood?" he asks? "I thought we'd go to a restaurant on the river."
"Yes, I love seafood. Sounds nice," I smile.
We drive in companionable silence for a few minutes before my wheels start turning. I decide I need to know exactly what Jake Madsen's intentions are when it comes to me.
I already feel like Jake holds all the power here and I already know he's way out of my league, and despite knowing that, I am sitting in his car letting him take me out to dinner. I'm not a girl who is willing to take a lot of chances in life. That is who I am, who I have to be. And this man already has me all off balance and I've only known him a week.
I realize that Jake Madsen is the type of man that women want to call their own. I'm not immune. But I'm not stupid, either.
"So, Jake," I say, biting my lip. "Do you date a lot?"
"No," then he pauses, thinking, and goes on, "There have been a lot of women, Evie, but no, I didn't date many of them." He glances at me, gauging my reaction to that snippet of information, and then turns back to the road. "I'm not proud of that, but it's the truth. Does that bother you?" He seems troubled.
I’m not completely sure why Jake shared this with me, but I have an idea and it’s not good. I remain as expressionless as possible when I say, "Jake, I can't be your fuck buddy."
He doesn't look at me when he says, "I don't want that with you, Evie."
My stomach plummets to my feet. Oh, shit! I'm an idiot!
"Oh. I just
Hi .
There is a second where our eyes meet and I register the fire in his before his mouth crashes down on mine.
I make a noise at the back of my throat and lift my arms around his neck.
His tongue sweeps inside my mouth and I whimper as my own tongue meets his.
God, he tastes so good.
It's been a really long time since I've been kissed. And I've never been kissed like this.
My body presses into his to get more of him as his tongue plunders my mouth, our tongues dancing, drinking. It is delicious, demanding, and very, very hot.
One of my hands comes up to his soft hair and I run my fingers through it as one of his hands comes down to cup my ass and this feels very, very good and so I whimper into his mouth again to which he moans into mine and I feel that moan between my legs.
My knees are weak as I cling to him. His kiss has become my anchor to this earth, the very reason for my existence.
So when he tears his mouth from mine, breathing hard and stepping back, I make a sound of protest in my throat and my eyes slowly open to see Jake grinning down at me.
"Damn, you can kiss."
I smile shyly up at him, trying to get my bearings, breathing heavy and with every inhale, drawing his delicious woodsy scent inside me.
"Wow - " I say, stupidly.
"Yeah." He says, grinning again. "Hungry?"
I blink up at him and when his question registers, I say, "Yeah."
I lock up and shrug on my coat and he walks me out to his car, parked in front of my building.
"Doesn't the norm dictate that you were supposed to kiss me after our date?" I ask, smiling up at him.
"Couldn't wait," he winks. "It was either kiss you, or go insane."
Wow, I like that.
Jake lets me in the passenger side of his BMW as I grin up at him like a fool. I sink into the buttery leather seat, inhaling the new car smell. I've heard about this but never actually experienced it. I understand what all the hype is about now. I lean my head back and close my eyes.
Mmmm, new car smell.
He closes my door and walks around the car and slides in, and now I'm breathing in new car smell and Jake's delicious woodsy scent. Yum . As he pulls out onto the street, he takes my left hand in his and brings it to his lips. Then we hold hands between our seats as he drives with his left hand.
"So where are you taking me?" I ask, smiling.
"Do you like seafood?" he asks? "I thought we'd go to a restaurant on the river."
"Yes, I love seafood. Sounds nice," I smile.
We drive in companionable silence for a few minutes before my wheels start turning. I decide I need to know exactly what Jake Madsen's intentions are when it comes to me.
I already feel like Jake holds all the power here and I already know he's way out of my league, and despite knowing that, I am sitting in his car letting him take me out to dinner. I'm not a girl who is willing to take a lot of chances in life. That is who I am, who I have to be. And this man already has me all off balance and I've only known him a week.
I realize that Jake Madsen is the type of man that women want to call their own. I'm not immune. But I'm not stupid, either.
"So, Jake," I say, biting my lip. "Do you date a lot?"
"No," then he pauses, thinking, and goes on, "There have been a lot of women, Evie, but no, I didn't date many of them." He glances at me, gauging my reaction to that snippet of information, and then turns back to the road. "I'm not proud of that, but it's the truth. Does that bother you?" He seems troubled.
I’m not completely sure why Jake shared this with me, but I have an idea and it’s not good. I remain as expressionless as possible when I say, "Jake, I can't be your fuck buddy."
He doesn't look at me when he says, "I don't want that with you, Evie."
My stomach plummets to my feet. Oh, shit! I'm an idiot!
"Oh. I just
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