A Taste of Trouble (13 page)

She glanced over her shoulder and heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then watched as he slid the sheath down his length.

He positioned himself at her backside. The smell of latex and sweat was overpowered by the pungent scent of sex and desire that hung low in the air around them. He clasped onto her hips and slowly pushed his way inside. They both moaned at the blissful feel of their bodies uniting. Jake rested his chest flush against her back, his hot breath panting at her ear when he whispered, “Mine.”

He'd just raised the stakes to a level she had no intention of ever reaching. Possession. That was a strong word for Liv to swallow, but with the strength of his body on top of hers, she wanted him to take her. Take her mind, her body, her soul. He would brand her. And she would let him.

Jake cupped her breasts while his hips pulled back, then forward again.

“You feel so good.” His heavy words were hard against her neck. His nipples tickled her back as their bodies slid against each other with each thrust.

He was in command of her body, of the situation. Every touch, every move he made, elicited a primal reaction she couldn't control. She was his.

Liv cocked her head and met his hungry stare. “Jake?”

He lifted his torso from her back, the air cool against her skin, and gave her his attention. He looked so powerful kneeling behind her. Flames of desire flickered in the emerald green of his eyes.

She surprised herself when she said, “Make me yours.”

Those three words pushed all of her doubts away, unlocking any shred of resistance that might have been left.

Instead of continuing his thrusts, he separated their bodies and pulled her up, smashing her back to his front. He kissed her neck, then down to the crook, his mouth fusing onto her skin. His hands searched out every inch of her body, gliding over her breasts and mound, tickling the outside of her thighs.

She swung her arms back and cupped Jake's magnificent ass. Holding him closer, pressing his erection tighter against the small of her back.

He groaned, his mouth opened against her, and he bit lightly. A zing of pleasure pulsed through her body.

“I can't,” he whispered.

She tensed. Did he have second thoughts? It was too good to be true, someone wanting her as much as Jake did.

He pulled her away and gently laid her on the bed. “I need to see you.” His answer settled all the tension he'd created with those two simple words.

Jake spread her legs open wider with his knees as he settled between them, lowering his body, nudging her entrance. Liv wiggled her hips and he slipped in.

He smiled. “Impatient much?”

“Only when it comes to you being inside me.”

She wiggled a little more and he pushed all the way until he was flush against her core. He moved his hips in slow strokes, mind-blowing strokes, helping her orgasm build bigger and faster.

His hands found hers and he entwined their fingers, fusing their palms together on either side of her head. They were connected on so many levels, hand to hand, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis…and when he captured her lips, her heart clasped on to something she couldn't explain. She had connected with Jake more than just physically…but elementally, spiritually.

Their bodies writhed, his thrusts slow and calculated, as they savored the moment. The moment she had been waiting for since the first day they met. But she needed more.

“Jake?” Their eyes connected, and without a word, as if he knew exactly what she needed, he picked up the pace.

He released her hands and rested them on either side of her head, pumping, driving, taking her faster and harder to the edge.

Despite the satisfied grunts and slapping of skin that filled the room, they made love. She knew it deep down. He made love to her, giving of himself just as much as she gave to him—everything.

His head fell forward and he nuzzled her neck, tickling her with the graze of his teeth against her damp skin. And then he bit down.

Her body jerked, and she moaned, the spark of erotic pain hurtling her over the edge of pleasure. And when her orgasm hit, it was so deep and so strong that she couldn't breathe. Her eyes rolled back and her eyelids quivered. She spaced out for a second, maybe two.

Jake's groan sounded against her ear as he came with one last thrust, his mouth fused to her neck. When he rolled off her body, his strong arm took her with him, cradling her back against him. He sighed softly and Liv melted into his embrace. She'd let him conquer her. She'd let him in.

And she had no idea where they were going from here.

Chapter Eleven

Jake awoke to the sun casting a soft yellow haze over the room. He rolled over to find Liv facing him, laying half on her stomach, with one of her knees lifted toward her chest. She'd tucked one arm under the pillow and the other rested under her chin.

She looked different. Gone was the steel armor she used to hide, presenting that cool and controlled woman to the world. Although, she hadn't looked like that last night.

Watching her, a sense of peace swept over him, and he was satisfied with his decision to stay.

What would she do when she found him in her apartment? What kind of message was he giving by staying? Liv was probably expecting to be alone. Maybe this was coming on too strong. Jake had no idea how she felt about him, but he knew what was in his heart.

Liv could be “the one.”

No. After last night, he knew she
was
the one.

Rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair, Jake sat up.

The one.
And every minute they spent together had been built on a lie. He was a liar.

His stomach lurched. He'd done it. He'd slept with her. What woman would ever forgive a man for getting into her pants under false pretenses? But they weren't false. From the very first time he'd laid eyes on her, there was an instant connection. That night by her car, he had felt her excitement. There were times when their eyes connected and he knew exactly what she wanted. The sex was more than just two bodies lying together. Everything he thought, everything he felt toward Liv, was the truth. Except for the reason why they met in the first place.

He fisted his hand.
Damn it!
How did he get himself into this mess? He was usually so controlled. So logical. But the woman sleeping soundly next to him did something to his brain.

He would just have to do everything in his power to make her realize he wanted her. Really wanted her, and not his promotion.

Jake reached across the bed, gently brushing a piece of hair off her face. Last night changed the dynamic of their relationship. Could he even call it a relationship? He had claimed her in every way possible. And now she was his.

He'd gotten her to let go. She admitted there was something more between them. Halfway through, he freaked, unable to let her see his intentions. He thought he'd taken care of that by turning her away from him, but when she grabbed on, pulling him closer, she'd broken him down.

They'd made love, connected. More deeply than he'd ever experienced. He only hoped that when she woke up, she'd remember just how much he belonged. But if she didn't, then with everything he had in him, he was going to do whatever it took to keep her.

He glanced around the room. Pink. It looked like a bottle of Pepto Bismol had exploded—pink comforter, pink curtains, pink area rug, there was even a pink bra jumbled between the bed sheets. He laughed. She hadn't been wearing that last night.

If Liv was controlled and methodical at work, her bedroom was the exact opposite. Clothes spilled out of every drawer. Books were piled high on the nightstand. There was even a half drunk glass of what looked like iced tea sitting on a plate with crumbs.

Jake crept out of bed. She looked so peaceful he didn't want to wake her. Luckily, he found his boxers and pants on the floor near the bed. He had placed them at arm's reach when he got up in the middle of the night to dispose of the condom. He liked seeing his clothes lying on her floor, jumbled with hers. He couldn't help but smile as he pulled on his pants. It felt right, being in this room in the light of day.

After visiting the bathroom, Jake decided to take a look around the rest of the condo. It followed the same chaotic decorating scheme as her bedroom—but with a lot less pink.

Across from the bathroom there was a spare bedroom that was practically empty. No roommates, good sign. Walking into the main area, there was a surprisingly large kitchen off to the right with a bulky island in the middle. The rest of the condo functioned as a living room and dining room. There was a dark wood table with four leather chairs that looked extremely comfortable. The table was littered with papers and more books. A large white couch faced the wall by the bedroom doors, with a matching oversized chair next to it. The furniture surrounded a glass coffee table. The back wall had a flat screen plasma television equipped with a pretty high-tech speaker system and a Blu-ray disc player. Not at all what he'd expected to find.

The most interesting part of the room was the section of overloaded bookshelves that lined the entire side wall. There were hundreds. He skimmed through the titles and wasn't surprised to find an alarming number of romance novels, another reason why he found her so fascinating. At first meeting, no one would guess the self-proclaimed relationship-phobic would read about happy endings. She just proved you could never judge a book by its cover.

This morning, he would push for a decision about the book launch. And if she needed a little coaxing, well, then maybe it was time for him to open up. It was time for her to learn about the real Jake. There was no turning back. By sleeping with Liv, he had just committed himself to proving to her that she meant more than just a one-night stand. She meant more than just sex.

He only hoped than when the shit hit the fan, he'd given enough of himself to prove that he was in this…forever.

…

Liv woke up with pleasurable pain. Her sore muscles screamed as she rolled over, blocking the harsh sun that filtered through the window.

She kicked the covers off, disappointment overwhelming her, as she stared at the empty space where Jake should have been. She'd known exactly what she was getting into. The chemistry between them was so electric and they seemed to be in tune with each other's needs. And after all that talk of possession and letting go, Liv was disappointed that he'd proved her right.

Staying just wasn't his style.

Liv rolled out of bed and searched through her dresser for some clothes. She found her favorite pair of track pants—favorite, yet ready for the garbage. The small hole in the crotch just added character. Next she threw on an old burgundy Florida State T-shirt.

Glancing on top of her dresser, she cringed at the sight of a used plate and glass. She hoped that he had been in such a rush to leave the premises that he hadn't noticed her messiness. She picked up the dirty dishes and walked out of her bedroom toward the kitchen. She was barely past the doorway when she froze.

He moved from shelf to shelf, inspecting her books.
Oh God!
Wait… Jake did stay overnight. Had he been that drunk? Too drunk to leave in the middle of the night? That had to be it.

He finally noticed her standing in the doorway and turned, flashing her the most perfect smile. Intoxicating, actually. Two minutes staring at that smile would be enough to send anyone on a trip.

“You're up,” he said.

Liv slowly lifted her chin off the floor. “Hi.”

“I didn't want to wake you. You looked so comfortable.” He motioned to her bookshelves. “I hope you don't mind. I'm being sort of nosy, but it's hard not to want to browse. This is the most extensive book collection I've ever seen.”

“I like books.” Was she a Neanderthal?

“I can see that.”

Why is he still here? It's a sign. Don't screw this up, Liv. Well, inevitably you will screw this up, but for now, you need to talk to him.
“Ah….you're still here.” Seconds passed. “Not that I mind, but…”
Just stop yammering
. “Would you like some coffee?” She juggled the cup and plate in her hands as she headed over to the kitchen.

“I'd love some.”

After setting down the items, she turned for the bathroom. “I'll just be a minute.”

She glanced in the mirror and grimaced. “I look horrible.” Her hair was standing up in the back and it looked like a bird had nested in it. Although, who could blame it after being rubbed up against a mattress with such enthusiasm? Her face had last night's makeup caked on, and her breath…good thing he was far away. Liv pulled her hair into a ponytail, brushed her teeth, and scoured her face before heading to the kitchen.

Jake was already standing by the island, the coffee pot in his hand. “I made myself useful.”

After fixing a cup for Liv and then one for himself, Jake sauntered into the living room and headed straight for the bookshelves.

He glanced over the titles, so confident and sure of himself. He was the type of man who knew exactly what he wanted out of life. And that body, it was incredible. His back was perfection, not a blemish to be found. His shoulders were broad, sculpted. Liv wondered how many times a week he went to the gym to make it look like he didn't go to the gym.

Visions of the night before took over her brain and she was getting hot all over again. Something about this guy just made her want to strip off all of his clothes and ride him until they were both sated.
Focus.
He was just a guy. A regular guy who would walk out that door as soon as he swallowed his last bit of coffee and would never be heard from again. She had to face the truth: her own track record was not at all promising. Liv loved her alone time, and she definitely didn't want a strange guy interrupting that, did she?

“Have you made a decision about the book launch?”
Silence fell between them.
Think of something to say.
He tapped his coffee mug with his finger.
You're going to screw this up.

She had promised him she'd think about it. Even though she knew the answer the very first time he asked. “Yes. I'd love to go with you.”

He simply smiled his delight at her answer and it gave her all the reassurance she needed.

“I guess I better get going.” He laid his coffee mug on the dining room table. “I'm sure you have a lot of stuff to do today with your opening coming next week.” He headed to the bedroom, hesitated in the doorway like he wanted to say something, but changed his mind.

Was she really going to let him leave?

You're going to have to let someone in sometime.
She heard Austin's words ringing in her head. But it couldn't be Jake. He'd leave her, eventually. All men left. Letting him leave now would be saving her from trouble down the road. Besides, she had to focus on her business. Although she was mostly set for Monday morning's opening, she still couldn't afford any distractions, and he would certainly be a distraction.

Ask him to stay. Six simple words. Will. You. Stay. Here. With. Me. Simple but loaded. What if he said no? What if he said yes?

“I'm not working this weekend,” Liv blurted. “I have a few loose ends to take care of, but for the most part, I've given myself the weekend off. I was just going to stay in and watch movies, order food, and—”

Jake turned to face her. “Read?”

His look was inquisitive but mocking at the same time. He was teasing her again.

“Yeah, and read.”

“I'd be up for a movie and some food,” he said. “But probably not the reading.”

“Okay.” The fact that he was here in the morning was confusing enough, but agreeing to spend the day together?

He changed directions and headed to the kitchen. “Do you need a refill?”

“No thanks.” Liv was thankful for his decision to forego the shirt. He looked perfect just as he was. She, on the other hand… “Do you mind if I have a quick shower?”

“Not at all. Actually,” he filled his mug, “would you mind if I did the same when you're done?”

“Of course.” Walking backward, she kept her eyes on him the whole time. “I'll be quick.”

“Take your time. I'll just snoop around your bookshelf again and find something else to tease you about.”

Chuckling, she turned and headed into the bathroom.

If she was going to pursue anyone it might as well be him. She wasn't looking for permanent. And Jake wasn't the type of guy who stuck around for the long haul. This could be the perfect situation. He would leave and she would be ready for it.

Prepared.

No expectations.

No way for her to get hurt.