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|Music of the Heart(Runaway Train #1) by Katie Ashley|
When we reached the landing of the loft, I started to wrap my arms around Jake, but he stopped me. “Wait, Angel, I’m all sweaty from working out, and I stink.”
I leaned in to inhale his bare chest. “You smell good to me.”
Jake chuckled as he pushed out of my arms. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right and when I’m not stinky.”
“If you say so,” I replied.
Tugging my hand, he pulled me to the bathroom. Just like everything in the barn, it was breathtaking with its marble tile and granite countertops. Jake turned on the shower knob, and a steady stream of water came jetting out. With his hands on the waistband of his shorts, his lips curved in a smirk. “Did you plan on joining me or just watching?”
“Um…” Did I want to shower with him? That threw me for a loop since that usually came after sex, right? Ugh, this was all happening wrong and not like I pictured it. And I sure as hell didn’t think it would be romantic to watch him shower. The sight of Jake lathering up while I stared at him sounded like something out of a bad p**n o. “Uh, I can just wait in the bed.” I then started inching back from the shower.
He was sliding his shorts down when I quickly turned to go. I didn’t make it far before he grabbed my arm and spun me into him. I squealed as the water drenched my hair and soaked my lingerie. “Don’t go, Angel. I want you to stay.”
At the desire and love that burned in his eyes, I found it hard to breathe. When I could finally speak, I replied, “Then I’ll stay.”
Jake glanced down at my wet nightie that was now molded to my body like a second skin. “You really bought this for me?”
“Yes,” I replied as my arms went around his neck. “Do you like it?”
“Hmm,” he murmured as his hands came up to cup my br**sts within the bodice. “It’s beautiful—you’re beautiful in it.”
I smiled. “I thought you would like it because it was white, and you always say—”
“You’re an angel in white.”
“I’m your angel.”
Bending down, he gripped the hem of the nightie and pulled it over my head. Closing my eyes, I leaned my back against the shower stall as he took in my appearance. When he didn’t reach out for me, I opened my eyes.
Jake was staring right below my chest. When I glanced down, I gasped. Somehow in my nervousness and enthusiasm, I had thrown my negligee on over my chest wrap. My hand flew to cover my eyes. “Oh God, I’m such an idiot! What a way to ruin a moment,” I moaned.
With a chuckle, Jake pulled my hand from my eyes. “I assume it comes off just like the lingerie, right?”
He winked at me. “Then stop worrying. I’ll just take it off.” Bringing his fingers to the clip, Jake then started unwrapping the bandage. I began to twist from side to side to help him get it off quicker. With a wicked grin, he said, “You know, this makes me think of that scene in the movie Shakespeare in Love where Will unbinds Viola’s br**sts.”
I laughed. “The very fact you know that movie is very swoonworthy, Mr. Slater,” I teased.
“Hey, don’t be acting like I’m not a romantic. I was quoting Romeo and Juliet the first night we were together.”
I cocked my brows at him. “Right after I had to prove that you could get it up for a virgin.”
Jake winced. “I was such a douche to you.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “I’ve forgiven you for all your douche moments in the past.”
“Thanks, Angel,” Jake replied with a grin. Once he finished taking off my bandage, Jake’s expression darkened, and he sucked in a harsh breath. I knew he was surprised by how bruised I still was. Most of them had faded, but there was still a yellow and green discoloration all around my ribcage and abdomen.
I cupped his cheek and shook my head. “Please don’t do that. I promise you they don’t hurt.”
Dropping to his knees, Jake began feathering tender kisses along my ribs and across my stomach. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his breath warming my already scorching skin.
I gripped the strands of his hair and gently pulled his head back to look at me. “Stop apologizing for something you couldn’t help. You’re not the one who did this to me, and I will never, ever blame you.”
He rested his cheek against my stomach. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, too, Jake.”
As his fingers grazed the waist band of my thong, he glanced up at me. I gave a short nod of my head before he tugged it down my thighs. We were both totally na**d together for the first time ever, and I shivered with anticipation.
“Are you cold?”
“No, I just want you.”
A pained noise came from the back of Jake’s throat. He kissed my inner thighs before nudging my legs further apart. Staring up at me, he held my gaze as his tongue flicked out to lick across my folds. I sucked in a breath and let my head fall back against the shower wall as his warm tongue worked over me. He lapped and suckled at my cl*t to where I was rocking my h*ps against him. He took one of my feet and pulled it up to rest on his shoulder giving him better access. The moment he thrust his tongue inside me I came apart and cried out his name.
Once I came back to myself, I figured he would stand up, but instead, he remained on his knees. He pulled away momentarily to tease my opening with one finger before pushing it inside. He added two and then three to swirl and move within me. With his free hand, his fingers skimmed over my stomach before coming to cup one of my br**sts.