God, even when I’m trying to forget about him, I can’t.
“I guess they’re closing,” Jake murmurs, glancing around.
“I guess they are,” I echo with a smile. “The stacking the chairs on top of the tables does kind of give it away.”
“Are you making fun of me?” he asks with a chuckle.
I shrug. “Maybe a little.”
I stand up and groan as my head sways from the few drinks I’ve had. I'm relaxed and feeling great. Maybe a little too great. And frisky, which is a dangerous combination.
“So, I live not far from here,” he whispers in my ear. “Want to come over for a while?” he asks, his eyes levelling on mine. There’s no questioning why he’s asking me over; at least, not in my mind.
“Sure,” I say, my heart racing.
The moment I agree, I regret it, because the nerves and doubts begin to creep in. Knowing exactly why I’m going over there is only making things worse. I’m kidding myself if I think this is anything more than me trying to get Chase out of my mind.
“Then let’s go.” He grins.When we get back to his place, things quickly progress. We’ve barely made it through his front door, and he's undressing me. He fumbles with the zipper on the side of my dress, eventually tugging it free. My heart races as it slips down over my curves and pools on the floor, leaving me exposed to his intense stare.
I sigh as his fingers crawl over my bare skin. He kisses me in a way that makes me clench my thighs together. We might not have much in common, but I have no doubt that he’s going to rock my world in bed.
“Come with me,” he orders.
He takes my hand, slowly leading me down the narrow hallway, before hoisting me onto his hips. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his as his erection grinds against my thigh. God, that feels so good already.
“Every time I’ve watched you bend over in my class I’ve thought about ramming my cock hard into your pussy,” he murmurs, burying his face between my breasts.
I groan and throw my head back, a thrill racing through me. He’s doing everything right, but for some reason, he’s not doing it for me as much as I hoped he would. He slides a finger inside my bra and massages my nipple, rolling his thumb over it. With a gasp, I close my eyes and imagine myself bent over and ready for him, while he penetrates me from behind. God, that’s better. I bite my lip, gasping as his he explores me, but in my mind, it’s Chase whose fingers are sliding in and out of me. My heart races as Jake kisses my neck.
I can’t do this. Even if we are both aware that this is just a one-night thing, I can’t put myself through this. Not when I’m clearly thinking about someone else. I’m so frustrated with myself. Why him of all people? Why Chase? Why not Liam Hemsworth—who’s just as unattainable, but at least I don’t have to see him every day.
I'm summoning up the courage to push Jake away, and then grabbing my dress and bolting out of his apartment when I hear a noise. I frown and glance at Jake, who’s frozen on the spot, a look of fear in his eyes.
“What's that?” I ask, because it sounds like someone just walked into his apartment. He’s gone white. So white, I’m afraid he’s about to faint on me. “Jake?” I ask, but he just stares at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish who’s struggling to breathe.
“Shit,” he mutters, his eyes darting everywhere. “Fuck. Fuck. She's not supposed to be home for another two hours.”
“Who?” I gasp, as he all but drops me on the floor.
I regain my footing, just as he grabs hold of my arm. For a second I think he’s helping me catch my balance, but then I realize he’s actually dragging me toward the balcony. He’s got to be kidding me if he thinks I’m hiding out there. It’s fucking freezing.
“What the hell are you doing?” I gasp as he pushes me outside. I struggle to keep the door open, but he’s way too strong for me.
“Shut up, or my wife will hear you,” he hisses, before slamming the door shut in my face.
His wife?
I turn around, my mouth still hanging open. I shake my head and laugh because it’s the only thing I can do. I'm standing on the balcony of his apartment at six in the morning, freezing my fucking ass off, in my underwear. How the hell did this happen? How did I not pick up on the fact that he’s married? God, I’m such a fool. Tears sting my eyes, but I wipe them away, afraid if I don’t, they’re going to freeze into icicles.