Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

“I don’t want to be ignored anymore. I want you to see me. See I’m not the little girl you once knew, but a woman I want you to get to know.” I tilt my head up and lick my lips. “I want you to kiss me, Jake Morgan. Like you mean it.”

I don’t have to ask again. His lips crash with mine with a passion I’ve never felt before. “Chloe.” Jake sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

I whimper.

“I don’t know if I can stop.”

“Then don’t.”

Jake pulls his phone out of his pocket and texts Colton.

“You really know how to spoil a mood.”

His phone chimes.

“I just scored us a few more hours.” He tucks his phone into his back pocket. “Now, where were we?”

“You were about to take me to bed.”

“Was I now?” Jake smiles.

“Uh-huh.” I nod as Jake sweeps me off my feet and into his arms. “Jake!” I scream. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.” He weaves his way around the counter and barrels down the hall. “Right or left?”

“Right.”

“Damn straight, this is right.” He lowers his lips to my head, and in a move that is so last year, I lift my chin and capture his lips with mine.

“Mmm…I could get use to this.”

“Me too.”

6

Jake

Being around Chloe has always been easy. It’s as if she has this magnetic pull. Every time she was near, I was drawn to her. If she smiled, I smiled. If she was upset, I tried to make her laugh. If she fell, I fixed her.

I was her protector. Fuck, I still am her protector, and my need to be around her hasn’t dissipated, it’s stronger. Now, when she smiles, I want to be the person who put it there. When she cries, I want to wipe away the tears. When she falls, I want to catch her.

Everything changed the moment I walked back into the Prescotts’ home and saw seventeen-year-old Chloe sitting on that couch crying. I knew she had more than my friendship, and when our lips touched for the briefest of seconds, I knew she had my heart. I was just in denial.

But there’s no denying this. There’s no going back from what we’re about to do.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Chloe traces my lips with her finger.

“You.” I smile.

The moment we walked through that door, I wanted to rip off every single piece of clothing and claim every inch of her body, but when her baby blues met mine, I knew we had to take this slow.

She wasn’t mine to take. I was hers.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Her brows pinch together before she falls back on her pillow. “Oh God, Jake.” Chloe takes the sheet and pulls it up under her chin. “You are.”

“What?” I lean up on my elbow. “You can rest assured that isn’t the case.”

“It’s not?” She bites her bottom lip.