“I’m pissed off,” he snarled, looking over his shoulder at me with fire in his eyes.
“Well, I’m pissed off too!” I yelled back.
“Maybe you could take being pissed off outside,” Ty suggested.
“No problem,” Jake said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the exit.
I let him because by now, I was uncomfortable with the audience and I also didn’t want witnesses when I murdered him. “What the hell are you doing?” I said as soon as we were out the door. I vaguely noted that Claudia and Beck didn’t follow.
“What am I doing?” Jake drew to a sudden stop, turning around on me. “What the hell are you doing?”
Before I could answer he started walking again, refusing to let me go. We both seethed as we marched the five-minute walk back to the motel. Jake let us into his and Beck’s room and I wrenched my hand away.
“This is ridiculous,” I huffed. “We’re acting like five-year-olds.”
Jake slammed the door shut. “I’m not the one flirting with a freaking bartender.”
“Hah! No, you’re just the one,” I stabbed a finger at him, “flirting with boots with all her hair and tan skin.”
Jake looked confused for a moment and then his expression turned grim. “That’s what this is about? I was talking to that girl? She was flirting with me. I didn’t encourage it. But you saw what you wanted to see, didn’t you, Charley. So you decided to flirt with the bartender to get back at me. Very mature.”
“Mature? We’re talking about maturity? You just blew up at me in a bar for talking to another guy.”
“I’m not the one who broke things off!” he yelled, his chest heaving as he grew breathless with anger. “I get to flirt with other girls. But I haven’t! I haven’t touched a single girl since you left me because I can’t let you go! And I f**king hate you for it, Charley!”
I flinched, unbearable pain radiating from my chest—it was like he’d punched his fist through it.
“But do you know what I hate more?” he said quietly now, his voice hoarse.
I shook my head, battling the tears that were fighting to fill my eyes.
“I hate how much I still need you,” he whispered.
I didn’t know which one of us moved first.
One minute I was standing by the door and the next I was in Jake’s arms as he crushed his mouth down over mine.
I also don’t know what happened to me in that moment. For months I felt like my life had been suspended—I wasn’t moving in any direction. Moreover, I was struggling with the constant confusion and my mixed-up heart and emotions over the choices I’d made. Giving into Jake may have been wrong but just then, it was a choice I understood, it was a choice that felt good, simple…
More than that, I felt alive again.
We undressed one another, frantic, desperate… our movements hurried with frustration and longing. We didn’t take our time at all. We were naked and then we were on the bed and then Jake was inside me.
Together we came hard and fast.
And I didn’t have time to regret it because Jake pulled me back under the spell I’d let us cast over ourselves. He kissed me slow, leisurely, tasting me as if he’d never get the chance again. I kissed him back just as deeply, holding onto him for dear life, my fingers curled in his thick, dark hair that was longer now since the last time I’d touched it.
Jake kissed his way from my lips, across my jaw, down my neck…
I sighed, feeling the heat build inside me again as his lips touched me everywhere. When his lips wrapped around my nipple, I gasped, arching into him. He licked my nipple, coaxing it into a tight bud while he stroked his thumb over my other one.
Delicious pressure was building between my legs.
“Jake,” I gasped, my breathing shallow as the heat flooded my entire body.
He took his time—butterfly kisses down my stomach, fingertips gently stroking my br**sts, across my ribs, as he moved down.
Jake looked up at me from under his lashes and I felt another insistent tug at my core. “Do you want my mouth?”