20

“I want to make you mine.” Tilting my head to the side, I gaze up at him, finding his eyes as dark as a tree bark filled with life.

“I love you, Jake,” I met his lips halfway, sealing my fate with a kiss.

His lips gliding along mine, tasting and teasing. He is taking his time and I’m loving how gentle he is. One of my hands reached for his cheeks, my tongue savoring the taste of him like he does with me. Jake’s hands found the tie of my robe, exposing my skin to the chilly air of the room when the downy fabric unlatched. I shivered from cold and excitement, I’m not sure which. All I could focus on was Jake’s wandering hands. Tracing the hem of my bikini top with both of his hands. I gasped when he enveloped my twin peaks with his warm, kneading palms.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to make you mine?” resting his hands on the underside of my bra clad breast, he pulled me into his lap, guiding me