The Enforcer - Kelli Callahan Page 0,33
and take him to bed? Why do I have to keep him at arm’s length, slam bathroom doors, and run away just because he decided last night wasn’t a good night? Why can’t I just have what I want and take it because it’s there? I kissed him first last night, me. Surely I can build up the courage to take it further.
Swallowing hard, I turn to face myself in the mirror. Looking over my sweatshirt and jeans, I wish he had bought me some more attractive underwear. Maybe that was part of the design. He didn’t want to think of me as someone to be with, merely this damsel in distress that he had to save. Well, Jake Griffin, I have another thing coming for you... if only you’d get here.
Hearing movement on the other side of the wall in Jake’s bedroom, I smile and inhale deeply. ‘Yes, Becki I’m going to take your advice,’ I think to myself as I stride over to the adjoining room door, stripping off my shirt and dropping it to the floor. I unbutton my jeans and stop, hesitating. The question now is, do I go in there in a sports bra and panties or lay it all out there and be naked for him? The sports bra definitely has to go, so I yank it off and toss it to the ground. I decide to keep on my panties, just in case he’s not interested. I won’t walk away completely naked. Running my fingers through my hair and tossing the clip on the bed, I inhale deeply and smile down at myself. I look fucking amazing, and I know it.
I open the door and whisper “Jake, are you there?
“Yeah, I’m here,” he says. “Sorry it took so long, I―” He drops his wallet and stares at me as I step out into his room in nothing but my underwear. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Whatever I want,” I say, crossing the floor to him and grabbing his shirt. I yank his body against mine and fix my mouth on his with a sizzling kiss that leaves us both breathless.
Pushing me away, he stares down at me. “What are you doing?” he repeats, his voice low and eyes flashing.
“I thought it would be obvious,” I say, reaching for his belt. Unclasping it, I yank it from around his hips and toss it to the ground.
“Diana, wait,” he says quickly.
“I’ve done enough waiting, don’t you think?” I sass, opening the button of his jeans and unzipping them.
“Christ, Diana,” he groans, grabbing my hand and lifting it up. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” I argue.
“I really don’t think you do.”
“Stop,” I pause, grabbing his shirt and slowly pulling it up. He stares down at me, his arms unmoving. “Stop thinking, and just be with me,” I say. “Please,” I rasp, my voice gentle. My eyes drop down to his lips. “Say nothing.”
He slowly raises his arms, and I stand on my toes to pull his shirt over his head. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks.
“Yes, I do,” I confirm, yanking down his pants and sliding my hands around him, I’m pleasantly surprised to feel him hard in my hand.
“Diana,” he growls, sliding his hands around my waist, and drawing me close to him, he fixes his mouth on mine. His lips tease and nibble as he slides his hands up my back and around to my breasts. He cups them. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples as they harden beneath his touch. He grasps me by the ass, lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I smile down at him.
“So this is what it’s like all the way up here?” I say, looking around the room. “How tall are you anyway?” I ask.
“About six-five,” he murmurs, dropping me to the bed. I bounce and laugh.
He smiles down at me, dropping his pants the rest of the way to the floor, standing naked and erect. Grabbing my legs, he pulls me to the edge of the bed and kisses the inside of my thighs. I hum with pleasure as his mouth moves closer to my panties. He slides his hands up around the plain delicate fabric and pulls them down, dropping them to the floor. In a long slow lick, he traces a line up my center and then down again.
Shuddering beneath him, I open myself wider for him, inviting him in. His