Page 52 of Remember Me

“Ok, although I’m still not great without my crutches.” I hope I don’t stand on his feet.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve got you,” he replies as he slides his arm around my waist, pulling me in close to him.

“I’ve never slow danced with anyone before.”

“Me either, a first for both of us.”

Resting my head on his chest as we sway slightly, I can see people looking at us. “Jake, people are staring.”

“Let them stare. Every man in this room is looking at you right now, wishing they were the lucky bastard getting to dance with you,” he leans down and murmurs into my ear, giving me literal goosebumps.

My breath hitches, and the cheeky smile on his handsome face says everything.

I drag a hand through his hair as I cup his cheek with the other and slowly bring my lips to meet his. It’s spine tingling, fitting the flow of the music and the way we’re dancing—I’m completely lost in this moment and I never want this feeling to end.

We dance until my legs go numb, and I can’t wait to get this man alone. “Take me home, J.”

We reach the front door of my beach house and, I fumble to unlock the door. Jake leans into me whispering, “I had an amazing night.”

He kisses up my neck and along my throat to my jaw, his tongue tasting me as he goes. I’m putty in his hands, and my knees feel weak just from his kisses. As his lips meet mine, I give as good as I get, one hand fisting his shirt to bring him closer to me, the other in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the soft strands. He may be the first and only guy I’ve ever kissed, but I’m a fast learner.

Jake groans into my mouth, and the sound reaches all the way to my core as my nipples pebble.

Breaking away, he takes me in with hooded eyes. His lips are swollen and red, and I’m sure mine look the same. His pupils are blown, his chest is heaving, and yes, he has now noticed my nipples standing to attention. “Let’s get inside before anyone sees us and we get arrested for public indecency."

He lifts me at the waist, and my legs lock around him as he pushes the door open. Taking the opportunity for some payback, I start kissing his neck, tasting salt and a scent that’s so familiar, I swear I recognize it from somewhere. I move to his ear and take the lobe between my teeth, gently biting down. The noise that comes out of his mouth is downright feral.

We make it over to the couch, where Jake sits and I straddle his lap. I can feel him hot and hard under his trousers and I’m like a woman possessed. I melt into him as we kiss and he grabs my ass, slowly rocking me over his cock and hitting my clit repeatedly. I’m hit by a burst of sensations—I have never felt as good as I do in this moment. I've never been able to get myself off properly, always too in my head, so I latch onto this feeling and let it wash over me.

Gripping onto Jake’s shoulders, I start to take over, moving myself back and forth over him.

“That’s it, baby, do whatever feels good. Get yourself off on my cock, sweet girl.” He palms my ass as he breathes heavily. His pupils are blown even wider now, almost all black, and a look of desire and awe is etched across his features. Wetness soaks my thong as I’m taken over by the motions, moving faster and faster, creating the most delicious friction.

“God, you feel so good, Jake. I need more.”

“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me,” He rasps.

“I, ah, don’t know, I just need more. Touch me.”

Reaching between us, he tweaks my nipple over my dress, and it’s like a direct line to my clit, making me buck and writhe on top of him. “Again, please do that again,” I beg.

He plucks the other nipple this time as a whimper escapes my mouth. This is already too much and not enough all at once—what will it be like when we eventually have sex?

“Jake?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Make me come, please. I want to come”

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg for me.”

He pulls down the top of my dress and feasts on my hardened buds. He sucks, bites, pulls, and I am barely hanging on by a thread. I grind down harder on his length, so rock solid it could be made from steel.

“That’s it, Lottie, let go. I’ve got you, baby. Be a good girl for me and come all over this dick. I can feel you soaking me.”

His words are my undoing as color bursts like a kaleidoscope in front of my eyes, my body going taut, as intense waves of pleasure radiate through me. The scream that comes out doesn’t even sound like me. I’m floating; this is an out-of-body experience I want to happen again and again.

Jake bucks up, applying more pressure as I ride the crest, and he groans into my breasts. “Jesus, baby, you made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.” His breathing is heavy and a sated look falls across his face.