Chapter Twelve
Thea felt suddenly weak in the knees and not just because they were no longer supporting her weight. He hadn’t said what she thought he’d said?
“Wha—”
Jake stood before her, his hands clasped behind him. The tie of her blouse rose into the air before her and lightly stroked her cheek. It was like she was being surrounded by something and lifted from every direction.
“My control’s getting better, but sometimes it gets away from me,” he said. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t really help that you’re such a skinny thing.”
Thea felt cool air on her stomach. Her top was floating in the air, probably showing off her bra, considering the way Jake was angling his head. She could see that there was sweat beading on his forehead. From the effort, or the view?
She touched the lacy e
