Chapter 28
JAKE
Eighteen years.
Eighteen fucking years I've been waiting for this moment, and now that it's here—now that Emma's on this counter with her legs wrapped around my waist and her mouth hot and desperate against mine—I can barely think straight.
She tastes like coffee and something sweeter, something pure Emma, and I can't get enough. My hands are in her hair, tilting her head back so I can deepen the kiss, and she moans into my mouth—a sound that goes straight to my cock.
Christ, I'm already hard—have been since the moment she shucked her clothes and put my shirt on. I almost swallowed my tongue when she tossed her top off, and her bare tits were right in front of me.
Is her pussy bare too? My shirt is huge on her, but all I’d have to do to find out is slip my hand under it.
I bet she’d be soft.
I bet she’d be wet for me.
I wrap her hair around my fists to keep them from temptation, but I can’t help pressing my cock into her.
"Jake," she breathes against my lips, and the sound of my name in her mouth makes something primal surge through me.
I pull back just enough to look at her—really look at her. Her lips are swollen from my kiss, her eyes dark with want, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my shirt.
"Are you sure?" I ask, my voice rough. I untangle one hand and undo two buttons so my shirt gapes open. I run a finger down inside, grazing it over first one hard nipple, then the other. "Do you know what you're getting into, Emma?"