Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,19
can’t help but lick my own in sweet, tortured anticipation of locking his with mine. Seeing this, Jake also trails his eyes down towards my lips, catching the moment they let me down and give the game away.
As if things couldn’t get any more intense, I suddenly feel something hard against my groin. I gasp as I take in the knowledge that—without a doubt—this is affecting him as much as it’s affecting me. The fire between my legs is burning so hot that it’s almost painful. My shower certainly didn’t help to calm things down. I’m a bloody horny mess.
I wait in glorious agony for him to make the first move. I grip his arm as my breasts heave against his chest.
How many more hints does he need?
His eyes seem to study every square inch of my face, and the thought sends me into overdrive. If he doesn’t kiss me soon, I think I’m going to explode. Without thinking, he seems to squeeze me to him a little more, and my legs turn to jelly as my nipples harden. I can tell he’s just as aware as I am when his breathing picks up. I moan in anticipation, desperate for him to touch me, and to my surprise, Jake lets out a slight growl in return.
I’m yours, goddammit! Take me!
When he doesn’t make any moves towards me, however, my need for him quickly morphs into rejection. How much more embarrassing can this get?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He’s trying to look anywhere else as I frantically grab my towel off the floor and wrap it around myself.
He finally glances at me for one fleeting moment. “Are you okay?”
No, I’m not okay. I am deeply ashamed, feel completely rejected, and am sexually frustrated as hell. How could I possibly be okay?
Of course, I don’t say that, though. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me.”
He nods his head—still unable to look in my direction—and swiftly walks down the stairs. How am I ever going to look him in the eye again?
I quickly make my way back to my bedroom to get dressed, shaking my head as I go. I know I’m going to have to face him soon because my need for food is starting to overwhelm me.
With a heavy sigh, I slip on a tank top with a pair of short shorts and walk downstairs. My hair is still wet from the shower, but I can’t be bothered to blow it dry just yet. I walk in the kitchen and find Jake eating scrambled eggs and toast. My stomach grumbles as I quickly clock the plate in front of me.
Jake smiles when I glance towards the plate. “I made some extra for you. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Thank you. I’m starving after my run.” I sit down and quickly start to tuck in.
Man, his eggs are good!
Despite feeling embarrassed about what happened, I feel the need to say something. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t think anyone was home, and I’m used to leaving my bathroom door open since my bedroom door is always already closed. I completely forgot. I knew Matthew wasn’t here, but I should have realized you could be home at any time. It wasn’t a good idea on my part.”
He studies me for a moment while eating his food. “No, it wasn’t the best idea, but it was an easy mistake to make. So don’t worry about it. Why were you using that shower anyway?”
I clear my throat. “Well, my shower wouldn’t turn on, and I must admit I was feeling pretty desperate. I was so hot after my run, and it was the first shower I thought to use. I hope that’s okay?”
I see him visibly cringe when I mention my run. For some reason, it’s still a sore spot for him. “That’s fine,” he finally says on a sigh. “That is what it’s there for. There’s probably a faulty valve which needs replacing in yours. I’ll have a look at it before I hit the gym.”
“Thanks. That’s kind of you.” I shift in my seat and visibly wince. My ass is really sore. I’m betting I’ll have a bruise the size of Mount Vesuvius on it by tomorrow.
Jake frowns. “Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.”
I rub my butt a bit to try and ease it a little. “I’m fine. I think I may have broken my arse, but apart from that, I should be okay.”