Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,32
has a monster cock. Ride it, Mish!
“Everything okay?” Jake asks from outside the door.
“Great!” I answer too quickly.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, and he frowns.
“What’s wrong?”
I hold up the box of condoms. “Drew isn’t getting a spa day.”
Jake takes the box from me and reads the note to himself. He glances to me and laughs at my embarrassment.
“Drew’s most definitely getting a spa day.” Jake tosses the condoms onto the TV stand and looks back at me. “We don’t have to use those. We said we would take things slow, right?”
“It’s just awkward to talk about it like we’re planning when it’s going to happen. I just want it to happen without any expectations … if that makes sense.”
“It does.”
He leans forward and kisses my forehead, but I grab his face and kiss his lips instead. Jake holds the side of my face and runs his tongue over the seam of my mouth. I open to him, and our tongues dance like we’ve done this millions of times before.
My entire body is on fire—a feeling I never felt with Noah in all our years together. The need for more of Jake’s body on mine engulfs my soul in flames. I reach for his waist to pull him to me, but he takes a step backward and smiles painfully.
“Why are you backing away?”
He glances down to his swim shorts, where he is now sporting an obvious erection. “If I don’t back away, Misha, I won’t be able to take things slow. Get your shower, so we can go to dinner.”
He shuts the door behind him when he leaves, and it’s then I realize my heart’s racing.
Holy hell, Drew’s right … he does have a monster cock.
Dinner on the beach was not only delicious, but it was also peaceful. The waves crashing against the shoreline was the perfect backdrop for our conversation. After eating, we took a short walk on the beach before heading back to the room to relax after a long day of travel and sun.
While Jake is pulling the walls shut in the living room and locking up the suite, I change into shorts and a tank for bed. Jake comes into the bedroom while I’m in the bathroom, brushing my teeth.
“Do you want me to close the walls in the bedroom?”
“We’re high enough up that no one will be able to get in or see inside, so I’m okay with leaving them open. What do you think?”
“I agree. There’s a nice breeze coming in, and besides, when will you be able to fall asleep to crashing waves after this trip?”
“Good point. Open it is.” I leave Jake in the bathroom to change and tend to turning the bed down.
I’m under the sheets and blankets by the time Jake exits the bathroom, and oh holy night. He’s wearing only basketball shorts, which are hanging low on his waist, exposing the hot-as-hell V that dips deeper into his waistband. Suddenly, the breeze coming off the ocean into our room isn’t nearly enough to cool me down.
He nods awkwardly toward the empty bed space beside me. “Mind if I share the bed? If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. This bed is big enough for three or four people. Get in.”
Jake slides into bed and leaves considerable space between us.
Although I appreciate his chivalry, I raise my brows at him. “I don’t bite, you know. We’ve napped together, much closer than this.”
A grin grows slowly across his handsome face. “Is this your way of asking me to cuddle? Because it’s a dirty job, but I’ll do it.”
Instinctively, I reach out to push his shoulder, but he grabs my hand and pulls me down onto his chest. My head finds the perfect dip between his pecs, and I sigh with contentment.
Jake’s arm wraps around to rest on my side, and his thumb traces small circles over my tank. “Comfy?” he asks.
“Very.”
He turns the lamp off beside the bed, and the only light in the room is from the moon reflecting off the ocean. The waves crashing ashore is Mother Nature’s lullaby, and it’s not long before I’m nearly asleep.
“I haven’t slept in a bed with a woman since my divorce.” Jake’s voice is almost too quiet to make out, and if I wasn’t lying on his chest, I would have likely not heard him.
The confession takes me aback, and I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him. “Is this awkward