“Yeah?” He caressed me gently, trailing his fingertips along the bare skin peeking out between my sweater and the waistband of my jeans.
I shivered at his touch. “Hmm… yes.”
“Ah, I see how this is,” he whispered, drawing invisible circles on my skin. “You think you’re in charge here.”
“I am in charge, mister.” It would’ve sounded a lot more convincing if my breath hadn’t hitched.
“We’ll just see about that.” He plucked at the top button on my jeans.
“Jake, don’t.” I covered his hands with mine. “Someone might come up here. They’ll see us.”
He smirked, brushing my hands away. “Come on, Supergirl. Be brave.”
“Jake…” I lost my breath completely at the feel and sound of him tugging down my zipper. My belly flipped as his warm hand slid inside, slipping beneath my panties. “Jake…”
“Ssh.” He was leaning over me now, his eyes on my face as two of his fingers found my clit. “Just feel it.”
I bit my lip, everything else in the whole world disappearing but Jake and the sensations swelling through me. I arched my hips into his touch.
“Do you remember that night in my truck?” his voice rasped in my ear. “Halloween. I do. I remember every second. I’d never been so turned on in my life.”
“I remember,” I whimpered as I grew wet from the memories and his touch.
“Do you remember the first time I went down on you?”
“Uh-huh…” I pushed into his hand, seeking more.
“Do you remember the first time you sucked me off?”
“Mmm.”
“Do you remember how hard you made me come?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” My whole body tensed and soon I was climaxing in jerky shudders around the fingers he’d slipped inside me.
As I came back to earth, Jake zipped my jeans.
Melted against the blanket, I stared into his gorgeous face in a daze. “What was that for?”
“That,” he smirked, “was punishment for taking your sweet time telling me you loved me.”
“Um… I hate to tell you this but that kind of punishment isn’t going to deter me from pissing you off in the future.”
Jake laughed. “I didn’t think it would. Lucky for me, I get off on the punishment.”
“You’re hard,” I said, feeling him against my hip.
His eyes darkened. “As a rock.”
“It’s your fault for talking dirty and getting me off in a public place.”
“So I take it that means you’re not going to take care of me?”
My eyes widened at the suggestion. “I am not doing that on Arthur’s Seat. You can wait until later.”
Jake brushed his lips over mine. “You’re a cruel wench.”
Chuckling, I pushed him off me, pressing his back to the ground. “Down, boy.” I laid back. “No more sexy stuff right now.”