Page 68 of Practically Perfect
“Kiss me,” I murmur. “Please.”
His eyes are ablaze as he crashes his lips to mine. I run my fingers through his wavy hair, desperate to eliminate even the smallest amount of space between us. The heat from earlier was nothing compared to now.
He groans into my mouth as our tongues tangle. One hand grasps my cheek while the other skims my side, eliciting a tingle that goes straight to my core.
Tonight is changing everything.
For me.
For him.
For us.
When he slides his palm up the skirt of my chiffon dress, I moan and arch my back. He moves his mouth from my lipsto nipping at my neck, my skin instantly heating wherever he touches. Practically begging for more. Hoping he never stops.
Desperate to touch him, I tug at his shirt until it’s loose enough to slide my hands underneath. I run my palms up and down the sculpted abs I didn’t know he had. A spark lights inside me, excited to explore how he looks, feels, and tastes.
Slowly, his lips trail from the base of my neck to my collarbone. He takes his other hand and follows the V-shape of my dress, dangerously close to my breasts. Teasing me with his fingertips until I whimper at his mercy. How can this man wring these sounds out of me from only a few kisses and light touches? I can’t imagine what he’ll be able to do once his hands and mouth are on other parts of my body.
I stiffen slightly at the thought that pops into my head out of nowhere—how inexperienced I am compared to Jake. He’s been with countless women. Probably some on this very couch when he was in high school. And I… I’ve been with one man. What if I can’t give him the same pleasure he’s able to bring to me?
Jake drags the tip of his tongue up my neck before pulling away and gazing into my eyes. “Are you okay?” He slowly caresses my face with genuine concern etched across his. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I’m okay.” I raise my head and lightly kiss him. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“What’s bothering you? I can practically see the wheels turning in your head, Kate. I don’t want us to keep any secrets from each other. Tell me what’s on your mind.” He lightly strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “Please.”
“I’m not…I’m not as experienced as you at all of this,” I whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear, as if that might make the statement somehow less embarrassing. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.” I cover my face with my hands, unable to see his reaction.
“Oh, sweetheart. You could never disappoint me,” he says on an exhale, prying my hands away from my face and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Nothing and no one can hold a candle to what I’ll experience with you…because it’syou. And you are my everything.”
I gasp softly. Did he just call me sweetheart?His everything?
“You’re incredibly beautiful, Kate. There have been so many times you’ve taken my breath away over the past month.” His lips lightly brush against mine. “Where I’ve wanted to kiss you. Touch you. Make you mine.”
“I am yours, Jake. For as long as you’ll have me.”
“Forever, Kate. I want forever with you.” He takes my lips in an intense kiss, one that sends molten lava to my center. He continues to deepen the kiss as I moan into his mouth, unable to control the sounds coming out of me. One hand slides under my dress, higher and higher until his thumb grazes over my hip, unable to go any farther because of the tight-fitting bodice. His other hand sketches the outline of my collarbone, slowly tracing the V-neck as he did before, only this time, he runs a fingertip under the fabric, softly stroking the top of my breasts, causing my breath to hitch.
Holy fucking shit. I’m going to explode. My body is a stick of dynamite, and he’s about to light the fuse with a single touch. How is any of this possible? I’ve never felt like this before. I want more of it. More ofhim. I can tell he’s being respectful, not wanting to push things too fast, but I can’t wait any longer.
Deciding to be brave, I start unbuttoning his shirt as surprise flickers in his eyes. I drag my hands slowly down his chest as I undo each button. Once his shirt is open, I dip my fingertips along the top of his pants. Just enough to give him a taste of the teasing he’s been doing to me all evening. Then he growls into my mouth, and I damn near liquefy.
He breaks our kiss, taking his shirt off completely and looking at me with an insatiable hunger. “God. You’re sexy as fuck, Kate. And you’re mine. So. Fucking. Mine.” His mouth descends onto my neck and collarbone, making my head tilt back in pleasure. I drag my nails along his back as he kisses me everywhereexceptwhere I want him to.
Teasing me with his tongue and lips.
Driving me insane.
“More,” I beg.
“As you wish,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe, sending a shudder through my body. He pulls me up until we’re sitting on the couch, facing each other, eyeing me like a prized possession he can’t believe is in front of him. “Fuck. I can’t wait to hear my name on your lips when you come for me.”
I freeze. Like an actual statue. Not sure if I’m even breathing. How the hell do I explain to him that orgasms don’t happen for me? Why didn’t I think about this earlier?Oh God.What if that’s a deal-breaker for him?
“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” His fingers gently tilt my chin so our eyes meet. “If this is too much for you, we can stop. Just say the word.”
“I don’t want to stop. I don’t…I don’t want you to feel bad when you can’t make me...orgasm. My body just doesn’t work that way for some reason.”
