“There are leftovers in the fridge,” I suggest.
“Are you inviting me over for leftovers?” He chuckles.
“Are you too fancy to eat leftovers, Mr. Westmead?”
“With you, I’d eat anything.”
“Anything?” I hum into the phone. “Even pancakes for breakfast instead of muesli?”
“Is that an invitation to stay over and have breakfast with you?” Jake’s voice is low, gravelly. Hot.
“I wouldn’t say that you couldn’t stay over,” I tell him.
“Good, because I’ve just walked through the lobby. I’m on my way up.”
“What?” I shriek and jump out of bed. “Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Jake asks.
“You’re on your way up? Jake, I’ve been lazing around in bed all afternoon. I look like a slob,” I groan as I run into my bathroom and pull off my old band shirt and sleep shorts. Squirting some toothpaste onto my toothbrush, I then scrub at my teeth as quick as I can before rinsing out my mouth.
“Jazzy, you know I’ve seen you in all states. And every single one of them is beautiful. Even when you look like a slob.” He chuckles again.
“It’s not funny, Jacob,” I growl.
“Jasmine, relax. I don’t care what you look like.”
“I care! You look like a damn Calvin Klein model all the time. I look like a hot mess at the best of times.”
“You never look like a hot mess,” he says. I hear footsteps in my foyer. “Where are you?”
“Wait there. I’ll be right out,” I reply and quickly cut the call.
I walk out, stopping in the center of my room when Jake appears in my doorway. “Fuck me, if this is what you call looking like a hot mess, I want you to look like a hot mess all the time.”His gaze travels up and down my body, my very naked body, other than the white lace panties I’m wearing.
“Ah… I was changing,” I say, suddenly nervous that I’m on full display for him. My arms shoot up to cover my breasts.
Jake sets an overnight bag on the floor.Was he really planning on staying over?
He approaches me with large strides. He pulls at my arms, holding them down at my sides. “So fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking at my body. One finger brushes over my right nipple, the bud pebbling under his touch, and I shiver. “Are you cold?”
I shake my head, goose bumps continuing to erupt all over my skin, as his fingertips start exploring. Down the sides of my arms, over my hips.
Jake looks me dead in the eye. “You should tell me to stop. To leave,” he says.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to have you sprawled out on that bed, and I’m going to take my time reacquainting myself with every single inch of your body.”
I smile. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
Before I know it, my feet are lifted off the ground and I’m flying through the air, my back landing on the mattress. Jake is on top of me in an instant. He’s still completely dressed in a custom-fitted suit. There’s something erotic about being practically naked while he’s fully clothed.
“I’ve dreamt about this so many times I almost don’t believe it’s real,” he says, his words quiet. His lips trail across my collarbone, his tongue licks down my shoulder, and then he’s kissing his way towards my wrist. Nibbling every now and then.
I squirm beneath him, my core needing something. Attention, friction.Him.
Jake drops my arm and focuses on my other shoulder, repeating the torturously slow process until he reaches my lefthand. Sucking my fingers into his mouth one at a time. He frowns. “They’re lacking flavor.”