12. Twelve
Twelve
Tessa
“ A re you seriously eating Lucky Charms for breakfast?” My expression doesn’t hide my disdain when I join Jake in the kitchen the following morning.
He takes his eyes off his newspaper long enough to acknowledge my presence before he goes back to devouring his sugary treat to a symphony of obnoxious slurping noises.
When I don’t stop staring, he arches a single brow and wipes a rivulet of milk off his chin with the back of his hand.
“What?” he snaps around a mouthful of colorful marshmallows. “It’s delicious.”
“It’s disgusting, and I hope you know you’re poisoning yourself.”
“I’d take offense, but I know you’ve never been a morning person.
Let’s just blame the unnecessary insults on lack of sleep, shall we?
I know last night was taxing for you,” he tags on with a cocky grin that earns him an eye roll.
Seeing as he woke me from one of the best sleeps I’ve had in years, coaxing me back to the land of the living with the promise of food and further debauchery, it really is his fault I’m extra grouchy this morning.
A girl needs her beauty sleep. “You’re welcome to have a bowl.
” He jerks his chin at the cereal box. “A little sugar might sweeten you up and help rid you of that poor attitude.” He seems extra chipper, which is a bit of a surprise, considering he’s never been a morning person himself.
It’s amazing what a little roll in the hay can do.
Even though you can hardly call our four-hour sexathon a mere roll in the hay.
Jake’s insatiable, and his stamina is rather impressive.
“Thanks for the offer, but I plan to live past the age of thirty-five,” I tell him as I rummage through his kitchen cabinets in search of something that won’t give me a toothache. “You got any coffee?” I ask, facing him with a huff when I come up empty.
Jake snorts at my ridiculous query and waves a hand toward the coffee bar that holds a Keurig, a well-stocked pod holder, and a fancy-looking milk frother.
I decide on a cappuccino and examine the contents of his fridge while I wait for my hot beverage.
Snatching up a couple of strawberry yogurts to go with the quick oats I discover in the back of his pantry, I get busy slicing up a banana for added sweetness and join Jake at the table.
He peeks at me over the rim of his paper, an amused smile playing around his full lips before he goes back to reading his article.
“What’s funny?” I ask, closing my eyes in bliss when the combined flavors of my favorite fruit explode on my tongue. I take my time licking every morsel off my spoon before I meet his hooded eyes.
“Are you trying to seduce me? Because it’s working.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I’m simply enjoying my nutritious breakfast,” I say as I run the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip to catch a dollop of yogurt.
Jake’s expression darkens and he leans in, newspaper forgotten.
His nostrils flare and he inhales a long breath, like he can smell my growing arousal.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to give these lips something else to wrap around,” he threatens when I once again treat my silverware to a thorough cleaning. Jake’s eyes are laser-focused on my mouth when he says, “I’m so hard right now I could pound nails with my dick.”
I gape at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious? We just finished a round in the shower, like, thirty minutes ago.”
“So? ”
“So? I need food, Jake. Rest. My poor vagina needs time to recuperate. Are you trying to kill me?”
“I can think of worse ways to go,” he states, reaching out to run the back of his fingers over my cheek and down the side of my throat in a way that causes a full-body shiver to go through me.
What is it about this man that makes me act like a sex-starved nymphomaniac?
One smoldering look and the barest whisper of a touch, and I’m ready to go off like the Fourth of July.
Sex with Jake has always been good. But we were a couple of inexperienced children back in the day.
There’s no comparison. The man is a literal wizard in the sack now.
“What about that paperwork you have to get done?” I ask in a last-ditch effort to give my nether regions a break.
“It’s Saturday. I don’t mind procrastinating a little to ensure my woman starts her day off on the right foot.
Stop pretending you don’t want my tongue in your pussy before I fuck you so hard we both explode.
” My spoon hits the tabletop with a loud clatter.
Who am I kidding? I want everything he so selflessly offers and more.
“Well then. Who am I to deny you?”
Jake’s whole face lights up as his eyes follow me across the room .
“Tessa.” I stop mid-stride and throw him a questioning look over my shoulder. He stands at the breakfast bar, a commanding expression on his face while he gives the counter a pat.
“Right here will do,” he says before he pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular chest and the drool-worthy set of biceps that goes along with it.
Damn it, even the veins in his forearms turn me on.
When my attention drifts to the impressive bulge tenting the gray sweats that hang low on his hips; I lick my lips in anticipation.
Sweet baby Jesus, he’s a walking wet dream and all mine for the taking.
Before I know it, my feet are moving, eager to do his bidding.
The second I’m within reach, he wraps an arm around my midsection and effortlessly lifts me, setting me on the counter in front of him.
I shriek when my bare thighs connect with the cold marble, and he silences me with a dizzying kiss, instantly heating me up.
I fumble with the drawstrings of his sweatpants before I shove them over his hips and close a fist around his hard, satiny flesh.
Jake has a much easier time, considering I’m only wearing one of his oversized T-shirts.
I’ll admit I was a little miffed when I discovered my destroyed panties this morning.
It didn’t bother me in the heat of the moment, but they had cost me a small fortune.
It’s hard to hold a grudge, however, when the person responsible for ruining your favorite thong, makes up for it by plunging a thick digit into your clenching pussy.
“Shit, baby. You’re always so wet for me.
I know I said I wanted to taste you again, but I really need to get inside you right now.
” He gives a pained hiss when I rub the tip of his cock through my wet center before guiding him to my entrance.
Jake digs his teeth into his bottom lip and flexes his hips, nudging himself inside me when a loud knock startles me.
He ignores the intrusion in favor of kneading my breasts through the thin fabric of his shirt while he forces himself deeper.
When the doorbell rings three times in quick succession, he releases a frustrated growl.
“God-fucking-dammit,” he grits out as he withdraws and places some much-needed distance between us.
“Why don’t you head on upstairs while I go murder whoever is on the other side of that door?
” He looks slightly unhinged, and I can’t help but feel bad for whoever’s about to face his wrath.
Even if that someone just cost me what would undoubtedly have been another earth-shattering orgasm.
I hop off the counter and shoot him a seductive look.
“You better hurry. I’m not above starting this party without you.” Jake groans and delivers a stinging swat to my ass in passing. Then he strides to the front door, wearing nothing but the sweats that do little to conceal his erection and a menacing scowl.