Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,37

it your plan to seduce me this entire time?”

I cross my arms and pout. “I can’t believe you figured me out. Since we got here, it has been my intention to have the band play sexy music, and then I was going to get you drunk and take advantage of you. I need to come up with a new plan and quick.”

He puts his hand on my leg and leans into me. “Sweetheart, if you want to take advantage of me, you don’t have to get me drunk. I’ll willingly do whatever you want.”

He places a kiss on my lips and sits back but leaves his hand on my bare leg. My skin is tingling under his touch, and I can only imagine how I would react if his hands were to roam elsewhere.

The band plays a wide array of songs, everything from Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” to Selena Gomez’s “Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself.” I’m thoroughly enjoying listening to the band and watching the others dance. The evening is relaxing and fun.

When the opening chords to Usher’s “Nice & Slow” begin, Jake stands and extends his hand. “Dance with me.”

I glance at his outstretched hand and shake my head. “You should really learn to ask a girl to dance.”

“And I’ve told you before, if I ask, it gives you the opportunity to say no. I want nothing more at this moment than to dance with the most beautiful woman in Curaçao, and I can’t chance her saying no.” He grins.

Damn it, when he says swoony things like that, I can’t say no. “You’re smooth.”

He walks us to the edge of the boardwalk, and I slip my heels off and step down into the sand.

He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his front. “No escaping,” he whispers.

I lock my hands behind his neck and sway slowly along to the music. “This is an interesting song choice to dance to.”

“Definitely appropriate.” He leans down, and his lips brush against my ear. “It reminds me that we promised to take things slow … because right now, I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

Goose bumps cover my entire body at his words. “If we were in our room right now, you mean to tell me you wouldn’t be able to hold back?”

His fingers tighten around my hips, almost painfully. “Unless you told me to … no. I think I’d have a really hard time keeping my cool.”

“Are you saying that if we were alone, you’d fuck me right now?” He inhales a sharp breath and curses against my neck, so I continue, “Would you take me to the bed? Against the wall? Or bend me over the table and fuck me from behind because we couldn’t wait another minute?”

“Goddamn it, Misha.” Jake pushes his forehead to mine, and his eyes are on fire. “Don’t fucking tease me if you’re not ready. I’m so close to breaking.”

Oh, I’m ready to break him.

“Or you could take me right here, just lift up my dress … I’m not wearing panties.”

His wild eyes glance at the space between our hips, and he swallows hard. His hand slides up my leg and disappears under my dress. When his finger brushes against my bare mound, his jaw clenches, and he exhales roughly. “Get your shoes and start walking to the room. Now.” His voice is commanding, and it makes me even more turned on.

I do as he said. I pick my shoes up and slip them on. I take each step a little slower than usual, and he follows right behind me. I reach for his hand, but he nods in front of me.

“Keep walking, Misha.” His tone is angry, and I’m suddenly worried that I pissed him off instead of turned him on.

When we reach the door to our room, he swipes the room key and pushes the door open for me.

I nervously walk in and wait for the door to close before I turn around. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought—”

Jake presses me against the wall and slams his mouth onto mine. One of his hands wraps around me, and the other disappears under my dress and right between my legs. I gasp at his thumb circling my clit, and his kiss becomes harder.

My hands find his belt, and I fumble through undoing his pants, which is much harder while his thick fingers are pushing inside of me. I tug his pants and boxers down and wrap my hand