All or nothing (Love in chaos #1) - Missy Johnson Page 0,41

mirror image of mine, except instead of twin beds, there’s a double. The same dowdy carpet stretches across the floor, and the same view of the ocean can be seen through the tiny, barred window.

“Nice of Jake to get you a room with a real bed at least,” I joke.

“I think it was more a case of this being the only thing left.”

He grabs a blanket from the bed and lays it flat on the floor, then we both sit down and dig into our dinner. I’m not that hungry—mainly because my stomach is full of butterflies, but I force myself to eat. The last thing I want to be is one of those girls who doesn’t eat on dates—even though he’s seen me stuff my face plenty of times at breakfast.

“What was Australia like?”

I smile, his question bringing back so many fond memories.

“I so badly wanted to hate it, but it was impossible. It’s such a different lifestyle over there, so laid back and fun. I made some good friends and I got to know my dad, something I never thought I’d do.”

“You were ten when he left, right?”

I nod. “And Jake was sixteen.”

“Jake didn’t take it well,” Ben remembers. “But then, Jake never takes anything well.”

I snort, because that’s an understatement.

“I wish I knew what his problem was with me,” he continues.

I clear my throat and gear up for a subject change, because the last thing I want to be doing right now is sitting here, talking about my brother.

“Did you really invite me out for dinner so we could talk about Jake?”

“No.” A shadow of a smile passes his lips. “I didn’t.”

“So why did you want to have dinner with me?”

I feel like I already know the answer, but I want to hear him say it. He pushes his empty plate aside and looks at me in a way that makes my heart pound.

“You shouldn’t ask questions you might not want the answer to,” he adds, shifting a little closer to me on the blanket.

“What if I want the answer?” I whisper.

My heart pounds, because as much as I want to fight it, with every passing second it’s becoming harder and harder to keep my distance from him. All I can think about is that kiss last night and how good it felt. Just for one tiny moment I want to forget everything else and give over to the sensation of being with him.

He leans even closer, until the distance between us is nothing, his lips inches from mine. I make the first move, pressing my mouth onto his, and it feels every bit as amazing as it did last night. He pulls me onto his lap, his hands trailing down my back as our lips connect. When his tongue slips against mine, I jump, my body tingling against his touch.

“You sure about this?” he murmurs between kisses.

Standing up, I outstretch my hand, even though I’ve never been so sure and unsure about anything in my life. I pull him to his feet, and we kiss again, and then together we stumble our way over to his bed, our bodies entwined. I sit down on the edge of the mattress and watch him as he removes his shirt. I swallow as I take in his tanned, muscular chest. He groans when I reach out and touch him, then I loop my fingers through his belt loops and tug him closer to me. My hands shake as I undo his belt first, then his pants. When I lower his zipper, his cock springs out.

He shrugs off his pants and then kneels in front of me, his eyes locked on mine. My heart beating fast, I hitch the dress from under me, then reach behind to lower the zipper, but he puts his hand out, stopping me.

“My job,” he mutters, his voice hoarse.

I breathe in as he reaches behind my back, lowering the zipper, his lips brushing over mine. Slowly and deliberately, he lifts the dress over my thighs, then my hips, my breasts, until it’s nothing more than a flood of red on the floor beside him.

With his hand around my back, he hovers over me, pushing us up the bed. My breath catches when he flips me over, so I’m straddling him. I sit up, rocking against him, as I reach behind my back to unclip my bra. He watches, his eyes burning through me as my breasts fall free, then he takes my hand, placing it