46. Jake
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
jake
My hands cover Kate’s eyes on the doorstep of our Nashville home.
She hasn’t been here for almost six weeks, so she’s only seen progress on the renovations via pictures from the interior designer.
And now everything is finally done. Ready for us to take the next step together, having a home that is equal parts hers and mine.
“Don’t peek until I tell you.” My lips brush against her ear as I guide her into the foyer.
I stop, taking a moment to catch my breath after getting a glimpse of the living room and kitchen.
I’ve seen bits and pieces over the summer, but that clearly didn’t do it justice, given the heartwarming feeling I’m having right now.
Kate’s vision has turned this place from a house into a home.
Our home. I drop my hands to my sides. “You can open your eyes.”
I can tell when Kate’s eyes snap open because her jaw drops at what she’s seeing. The same feeling I had moments ago. It’s hard to imagine how the sketches, fabrics, wall colors, and samples could turn into this.
“Oh my God, Jake. It’s incredible,” she says, taking in every detail.
From the chestnut hickory hardwood floor spanning across the room to the stacked stone fireplace going from floor to ceiling in the two-story great room.
Thick dark wood arches and beams tie the living room and kitchen together effortlessly, adding warmth to the light gray walls.
The large sectional in the living room is accompanied by two bulky swivel chairs, providing plenty of seating for entertaining and lots of room for Kate and me to cuddle up, watching a movie on the expansive TV hanging over the mantle.
She places her hands over her heart. “It’s so much better than I could’ve imagined.”
I reach for her, lacing our fingers together as we both stand in the center of the living room, gazing at the intricate artwork hanging on the wall, the plush rug under our feet, and the extremely cozy environment that’s been created in such an expansive space.
We walk toward the kitchen, unable to speak as we take in how the previously matte-black kitchen has been transformed into an airy, warm, and inviting space, with numerous seats at the bar and in the nook for our eventual family.
My heart skips a beat at the thought of eating breakfast with our children in the room. Waking up on Christmas morning and opening gifts in the living room. Movie nights. All the normal daily things that I can’t wait to do with Kate in this house. In our home.
“Do you like it?” I ask, wanting to hear her honest reaction to what she’s seen so far and hoping she sees the same future here as I do.
“Do I like it? I can’t find the words to explain how I feel about how this has all come together. How perfect it is,” she replies with a starry-eyed gaze. “I can’t believe we get to live here.”
“You’ve done a fantastic job, Kate. I can’t believe how you and the designer have transformed this space. It looks like a completely different house. A home.” I squeeze her hand tight and kiss her temple. “It feels like this could be our forever home.”
Kate gasps softly, turning to face me. “I feel the same way.” She gazes into my eyes and wraps her arms around my neck. “I can see us raising a family here.”
“Me, too,” I whisper, my heart beating so fast it feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest.
I want nothing more than to put a ring on her finger and watch her walk down the aisle to me.
The sooner, the better. Every comment she makes about what she envisions our life will look like years from now tells me we’re one step closer to the day when everyone in the world can clearly see what I already know—Kate’s mine forever.
She leans her head against my chest as I inhale deeply, breathing in her intoxicating lavender shampoo. The same shampoo I have found myself smelling in the shower when we’re apart, so I can have one more reminder of her.
“Thank you for suggesting that we make changes to the house. It feels like…” She exhales and tilts her head up to lock eyes with me.
“It feels like home. The perfect combination of you and me. I love you so much.” Her lips lightly touch mine with the softest kiss, lingering for a brief moment before pulling away.
Maybe it was the way her lips brushed against mine or the overwhelming emotions I’m feeling because of what this means for our future, but it has ignited a passion inside me that can’t be quenched with tasting her. Fucking her. Sharing a piece of my body and soul with her.
Lust fills my eyes as I peer down at her face, taking in every freckle and memorizing the multitude of colors in her eyes.
I drag the back of my hand along her jawline, then let my fingers follow the length of her neck, down to her collarbone.
A small moan escapes from her lips as she arches into my touch, instantly making my cock hard.
My mind wars with my body, one wanting to finish exploring the rest of the house and the other desperate to have her right here in the kitchen.
The decision is made for me when her hard nipples rub against my chest, practically feeling like they’re touching my bare skin, thanks to the thinness of our shirts. My resolve to patiently explore the house is gone.
“Time to break in this kitchen.” I grin wickedly and gaze down at her.
Her brow furrows, confusion evident on her face, considering we had lunch only a couple of hours ago. But that’s not the type of food I have in mind.
Moving quickly, I hoist her up, with my arms under her ass, and carry her over to the massive island.
“Eek! What are you doing?” she asks when her bare legs hit the cold white granite.
“Having a snack.” I slide my hands up her legs, causing goosebumps to rise, following my touch. “It feels fitting for my first meal in our new kitchen to be you.”
“Jake!” she shrieks as my hands dip under her skirt and rub against her center. Her eyes flash with a combination of lust and excitement. “Shouldn’t we at least see the rest of the house first?”
I shake my head, not wanting to wait any longer to have her. To create our first memory in our first home. I lean forward, letting my lips brush along her ear and whisper, “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
She does exactly as I asked, like the fucking good girl that she is, allowing me to tug her skirt and underwear down.
I reach for the hem of her shirt, wanting her spread out on the island.
A feast of her entire body for me to devour.
Within seconds, I remove her shirt, followed by mine.
Our breaths hitch with anticipation of what’s to come.
She arches into my touch as I drag my hand from the inside of her thighs, across her stomach, and up her chest, intentionally avoiding her breasts.
With one hand, I unclip her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders onto the floor, enabling me to see her hard, rosy nipples.
A jolt of desire shoots through me, increasing the blood flow to my already rock-hard cock.
“Fuck, Kate,” I groan, gripping her hips. “I need to taste you now.”
She leans back on her elbows as I push her thighs wider and descend onto her.
I take a long, slow lick up her warm, wet center as her body writhes with the sensation.
“Fucking delicious.” I let my tongue move in a synchronized motion, repeating the same twirls and licks until her breathing rapidly increases, and I have to exert more force to pin her hips down.
A devilishly wicked idea pops into my mind. I’m going to fucking edge her. Bring her to the brink over and over again until she’s begging to come.
“I could fucking do this all day long,” I murmur against her pussy.
“Talk about the best job in the fucking world. Would gladly give up my day job in favor of having my tongue buried inside you.” I continue licking her wet slit, flicking her clit, and occasionally sucking as she whimpers beneath me.
“Oh my God, Jake. I’m so fucking close,” she cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth.
That’s exactly what I was waiting for as I tear my mouth away from her. It takes everything in my power to keep my hands and mouth off her. I’m craving her as much as she wants me.
She pants heavily. “Why did you stop? I was so close.”
“Just having a little fun.” I stare into her eyes as I hover over her pussy, refusing to touch her.
“This isn’t fun to me,” she whines. “Please touch me.”
“If that’s what my girl wants.” My mouth dives into her pussy. Licking, sucking, and flicking her bundle of nerves, working her up again until she’s on the brink of an orgasm, then forcing myself to stop.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathing heavily as her pulse throbs in her neck.
“Edging you. Winding you up until you’re this close to having an orgasm and stopping.”
“What? Why would you do that?”
“It’ll be worth the wait. Trust me, sweetheart.” I run a finger through her arousal.
“Please, Jake,” she begs. “I need to come. Please make me come.”
Fuck yes. This is what I was waiting for. Her begging for more.
Without hesitation, my mouth locks onto her center.
Lick. Suck. Flick. Repeat. Each stroke of my tongue brings her closer and closer to an orgasm, and then I slide in two fingers, pumping rapidly.
It doesn’t take long until she’s furiously bucking against my mouth, trying to get even closer to my tongue, if that’s even possible.
“Holy fuck,” she screams as the orgasm barrels through her.
I don’t let up. Continuing to feast upon her as she rides out every second of the orgasm, wanting to prolong it as much as possible. Once she begins to relax, I withdraw my fingers and mouth, gazing up at the gorgeous woman spread out on the island of our kitchen.
“Best fucking meal ever.”
She chuckles, covering her face with her hands. “That was… Holy fuck… Incredible.”
“I could tell. Told you it would be worth the wait,” I say with a smirk.
Her eyes meet mine as an overwhelming feeling of love hits me square in the chest. I love this woman with my whole fucking soul. Nothing else in life matters except her.