Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,73

both in curiosity and amusement. “What are you doing?”

I vehemently shake my head. “Nothing. I– I was just testing the temperature with my hand.”

Jake looks at me like I’m wacko. “Testing the temperature with your hand?” I nod, and he moves closer. “Hmm. Maybe your hand being raised had a little more to do with the fact that I was bent over, and you were planning to smack my ass?”

I fake gasp, but my smile is giving the game away. I was always shit at lying. “No.”

Jake moves closer. “Ana,” he says in an accusatory voice. I look away. “Ana,” he says again, more forcefully.

Knowing I’ve been caught, I inhale a deep breath. “Okay, okay. It was right there, and I couldn’t help myself.”

Jake inches closer. “Hmm,” he says, grabbing my chin. “One, no one smacks my ass. And two, if there is any ass-smacking, then it will be me smacking yours. Got it?”

My breath catches as he trails his hand from my chin down to my chest. I swallow hard and close my eyes as he deliciously dances his fingers around my breast. My nipple instantly hardens as it awaits his glorious touch. It never comes. His hand soon vanishes, and with it my eyes pop back open.

“Tease,” I say, making him smirk.

“I’m going downstairs for just two minutes, okay?”

How can he do that? I’m a pool of mushy mess, and yet he looks as cool as a cucumber.

Not wanting him to see my reaction to his touch, I nod with a smile and watch as he disappears down the stairs.

Once I know he’s out of sight, I walk over to the mirror and study myself. I look tired despite the sleep, with purple marks laying under my eyes. My blonde locks seem to be a wavy mess. What must I look like to Jake?

I brush my teeth and splash some cold water onto my face to try and wake up a bit. Knowing I need some of my stuff, I rush out into my room and grab a brush along with a band to tie my hair. I’m in the middle of combing through my knots as I walk back towards Jake’s bedroom. Jake’s marching up the stairs with a bottle of Moet and Chandon. Matching the bottle is a set of champagne glasses.

I stop in my tracks as I pull my hair up in a tight ponytail. “You know, you didn’t need to go to all this trouble.”

He smiles that devilish grin I love so much, and my knees nearly buckle from under me. “If one is going to have the jacuzzi experience, one must do it properly, you know.”

I gasp when I realize he’s mocking my British accent, so I give him a swift play-smack on the arm. “Eh, don’t take the mick!”

He looks at me like he’s truly offended. “I’m certainly building up my case for domestic violence now. That’s twice you’ve hit me. And it’s not only that. I caught you preparing to smack my ass not five minutes ago. I’m seriously upset.”

I almost choke. “I think we have forgotten that one smacked one’s arse a little earlier and made one’s bottom very sore and red.”

He cocks his eyebrow at me. “Really, one is deeply sorry. Here, let me rub it better.” He comes running up the rest of the stairs, so I quickly sprint into the bedroom giggling. I make my way into the bathroom, but there’s nowhere else to hide. I stop, and when I turn around, I find Jake standing in the doorway drinking me in. He sets the champagne and glasses down by the jacuzzi and slowly stalks towards me. My breath hitches up a notch as I steady myself on the sink, afraid my obvious reaction to him is a dead giveaway. Grabbing my waist, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard.

I instantly melt.

Pulling away, I moan and Jake proceeds to trace a line with his finger along my lips. “And what a nice bottom it is, Miss Sinclair.” He grabs my arse, squeezing it, making me jump with a squeal. He laughs, and to my great disappointment, he pulls away from me. “You have to stop these constant interruptions. We have a jacuzzi to enjoy.” My mouth opens, and Jake shakes his head with a tutting sound. “Close your mouth, before you catch a fly.”

He turns around and quickly unwraps the champagne before popping the cork. He pours two glasses and sets them down by