Finding the serial killer

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Jake's POV,

We kiss for several seconds, and even though I made the first move obliging the order of her eyes, she still seemed surprised when I pulled her to my mouth.

Maybe she expected me to wait a little longer before tasting her, or maybe she wasn’t expecting it to feel like this, I hope it feels like this for her, but whatever caused that tiny gasp right before my mouth met hers, it wasn’t because she didn’t want the kiss. She pulls away, briefly indecisive, but then she seems to make up her mind because she leans in and kisses me again with even more conviction.

I’m waiting for a signal from her on what she wants me to do next, because I thought she hated the kiss, but she hasn’t faced forward. It’s like she wants me to kiss her again. But I don’t want to make her cry again or angry.

But I want to kiss her again.

I touch her face, and she leans into my hand. I’m still not positive she’s comfortable, so I hesitate until she rubs her body closer to me. I can take a hint.

I swoop her body from the ground and carry her inside. There is no one around at this time of the day. So, she doesn’t have to embarrassed about who might see us.

We reach her floor, only I know how I controlled myself just because two women came out, out of nowhere and I didn’t want any gossip for Emily. But I don’t think I can keep the same control once we are inside.

We are at her floor we are standing in front of her door. I've never been to her apartment before but she’s been to mine. And that’s something I feel turning me on. It’s a strange place, it’s a sense of danger.

She opens wide her doors begging me to come in and have her taste better than before. So, I did. I swipe my tongue across her lips, and she pulls me in until her sweet breath is in my mouth. She tastes like smores still, but her mouth is saltier and her tongue is more decisive. She leans into my kiss.

I push over her against the wall, standing between her legs, pressing myself against her. The way she sucks in small gasps of air while I kiss her is driving me insane.

She guides my hand up her shirt and I grab her gently and she wraps her legs around me, I support her weight against the wall, thought it isn’t that much that I can't handle but all these hormones has made my legs wobbly and then my pants are against hers and we’re rocking back and forth like we’re in f*****g high school and this is our only place to go.

After a minute of making out in the dark, I pull away from her mouth just enough to see that her eyes are closed and her lips are parted. I keep my steady rhythm against her, and she lifts her hips, and I swear the friction between our clothes is enough to start an actual fire. It’s so hot between her thighs, and I don’t think I can finish like this. I’m not sure she can either.

We’re just going to drive ourselves crazy if we don’t find a way to get even closer, or stop altogether. She moves my hand to the button on her jeans, so I oblige and unbutton them while my tongue is dragging across hers. I slip my hand into the front of her jeans until my fingers slide over her panties. She moans, and it’s so loud against the silent soundtrack of this empty house.

I move her panties aside with my fingers, and I’m met with smooth skin and heat and a whimper. When I inhale, I can hear the shakiness of my own breaths.

I bury my mouth against her neck just as a piercing sound begin to rumble through the dark. “f**k!” we let out our gasps against each other. My phone in my back pocket began to blare. I take it out, worried that Robby might have passed. I answered the call. “Hello?”

“You should’ve run away when you still had the chance, I know that’s what you always do when things get hard.” The voice laughs at me. I don’t have idea who this voice belongs to. so, I put it in speaker and record it. “If I didn’t know you were such a coward, I would’ve wanted to tell you the truth you never get to find out on your own. It’s your fault, my life’s changed. It’s your fault I’m so messed up. The only way you can ever pay me back is—”

“Hello? Who is this?”

“You live.”