I wanted to feel safe and I felt safe in his arms. And I did. I felt protected, sheltered, and loved in Jake’s embrace. His arms surrounded me with warmth and his body was a solid promise that would never waver.
Our eyes collided and everything stopped. My eyes shot to his lips and before I could convince myself otherwise, I leaned forward, closing the distance between us. This time, it wasn’t by mistake or drunken stupidity and thrumming need. This time, I did it on purpose. I kissed him, stone-cold sober and fully aware because I wanted him.
Jake’s response was everything I didn’t know I wanted. He kissed me back, and then again, his lips bruising, his hands holding me captive. He kissed me with a hunger and need that screamed he couldn’t get enough of me.
That he wanted me.
That h
