at the top of her lungs. Except now the mood was gone. That eerie squeal was a turnoff like no other.
“Oh, God! Yes. Like that, Gil. Just like that.”
Pushing away from the door, I went straight to my room, closed and locked my bedroom door, turned on the radio as loud as I dared, then went to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, I felt a little better. Less worked up. Though that had been thanks to the handy dandy removable showerhead, some exquisite thoughts of Jake, and the amazing things a stream of water could do when directed at my clit.
Luckily I’d washed before I’d gotten creative with the water. Otherwise, I wasn’t sure I’d have had the energy to.
One orgasm later, I was clean, dressed, and ready for bed.
Well, I would be once the acrobatics ceased in the room next to mine. Until then I would have to occupy myself with…
My phone chirped and I snatched it from my desk, peering down at the screen.
I smiled at the text message from Jake, which showed to be coming from Chapter One. He’d entered it into my phone that way. I liked that.
I knew I should’ve invited you to my place.
Stacking the pillows against my headboard, I dropped onto my bed after grabbing my headphones and putting them in my ears.
I responded to the text with, Yes, you should have. The noise over here is scary.
I briefly wondered whether or not he could hear it. If our condos shared a wall, it was possible. I hoped for his sake that wasn’t the case.
While I waited to see if he would respond, I thought back to our date. Could it be called a date? It felt like one, but it’d been so long since I’d gone on one I wasn’t sure if it qualified or not.
Next time, feel free to invite yourself. I’ll never turn you down.
Laughing, I felt my face heat and my stomach do a strange flip. I liked the flirting thing. It was one of the things I’d missed about dating. Sure, sex was high on my list of things I missed, but truthfully, the buildup was always the fun part.
I typed: I guess you made it home safely?
The boogie man did not get me in the hallway, if that’s what you want to know.
Thank goodness. I was worried.
I wasn’t sure I’d smiled this much in a long time. I felt like a teenager, anxiously waiting for a response.
Maybe you should come tuck me in.
The thought of that made my pussy clench in need. My imagination conjured up an image of Jake naked and waiting for me in his bed.
I typed: I would, but…
But what?
Did I dare? I stared at the screen, contemplating whether or not I wanted to take this where it seemed to be going. Something about Jake kept me on edge, a need unlike anything I’d ever felt coursing through me. But I had to remind myself that it was only sexual attraction. I’d been reading his books, and somewhere along the way, I had started getting caught up in the happily ever after. I didn’t want to go that route, didn’t need to get in that mindset when the only thing that was on the table here was sex.
Sex for the sake of sex.
That was all.
“Screw it,” I said to myself as my fingers flew over the letters on the screen.
After my shower, my legs are a little weak.
Hopefully he understood where I was headed with that.
Girl, you’re gonna be the death of me. Tell me more. In vivid detail. Spare nothing.
I laughed at that. I couldn’t help it.
Here was a man who knew how to write a sex scene that could make a woman spontaneously combust, and I was supposed to tell him about my shower.
Hmm.
I typed: The water was warm.
How warm?
Very. Especially when…
Presley… Girl, don’t leave me hanging.
I blushed as I typed the next words: Especially when I aimed the spray at my clit.
Jake’s response was instant: Oh, fuck. Don’t stop now.
I thought of your hands, your lips… And when I came…
My body had heated several degrees as I sat there in my bed, waiting for Jake’s response, suddenly wishing he had invited me back to his place.
You’re a naughty girl. And I fucking love that about you.
My heart gave an extra hard kick in my chest. Yeah?
Definitely. I want to see you again.
When?
Now.
It would be so easy to give in. I knew I just had to say the word and Jake