Chapter 45
EMMA
Iclimb the stairs slowly, my hand trailing along the banister, wanting Jake’s mouth between my legs tonight. By the time I reach my bedroom door, I'm annoyed all over again because I’ll only have my hand.
But really? I want more than his mouth. I want all of him, all around me, all night. I had a taste of that, and now I know what I’m missing.
I push the door open and step inside my bedroom.
Pitch black. I pause, frowning into my room. I swear I left the bedside lamp on.
Before I can reach for the light switch, a hand clamps over my mouth, and the door slams shut behind me.
I shriek, but the sound is stifled, my hands grabbing at the palm across my mouth.
But then I smell him.
Leather. Whiskey. That faint hint of cedar and something darker, something uniquely Jake.
His breath is warm against my ear, his voice low and rough. "Don't scream."
My heart pounds, adrenaline spiking through my veins. I should be mad—furious—that he broke into my house and waited in my bedroom like some kind of stalker.
But I'm not.
I'm instantly wet.
And I’m relieved he’s here. I melt in his arms. It feels safer, though I don’t want to tell him that. That’s all I need—for him to get full of himself.
I’ll be mad later. Right now, I have Jake exactly where I want him.
Right as his hold gets lax, I start to struggle again, my body twisting like I'm trying to escape.
“Emma?” He pins me back against the door. “Do you want to play, or should I set you free?”
I snort behind his hand, still covering my mouth.
“If you want me to stop, tap the wall three times.”
I curl my fingers into fists.
His teeth nip my neck. "Then you're not going anywhere."
Neither is he. I whimper against his palm, the sound muffled, and try to bite him.
He swears, but his cock hardens against my ass. His free hand slides down my body, rough, grasping my hip.
My breath comes faster, my pulse racing as his hand snakes around me and yanks open my jeans.
I gasp when his fingers push down into my panties and slide all the way into me—no hesitation, no asking.