My skin breaks out in goosebumps and I shiver, but not from the cold.

His hands are on my waist again, his thumbs moving up and down on my stomach, under my top. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, biting my bottom lip to stop me from smashing my mouth against his.

When I open my eyes, he’s watching me.

He pushes further into me, his bottom half plastered into mine. I can feel how much he wants this, how much he wants me.

He’s kissing up my neck, to my jaw and around my mouth, but he stop himself from kissing me properly.

He groans out loud when his hands dip into my shorts, past my panties, gripping my bare ass.

“Fuck Kayla…” he moans out.

My legs lift and wrap around him, grinding on him with an effort to release the tension.

I start to kiss his neck too, around his ear, biting his lobe slightly, causing him to groan out loud again. I stay away from his mouth, just like he does with me. My kisses go down his jaw, to his collarbone, and I want more. I need more.

I reach for the hem of his shirt and he helps me lift it over his head. The whole time, his body is leaning and keeping me against the wall. Once his shirt is off, my hands are everywhere at once. I start at his back and move to the front, taking him in. His rock solid chest, muscles popping from his neck down to his arms. He definitely has an athletes body, not beef head muscles big, but perfectly toned and fit, his stomach muscles defined with every ridge of his abs. A smattering of curls that lead to the perfect V, going lower into his…

I start kissing his chest, gripping his back with my hands. My fingers so tight, my nails digging into his back, almost breaking skin. I kiss until I find his nipple, I take it in my mouth and lick. He groans.

His hand on my ass grips tighter as he lifts me and moves us to the bed. He lays me down onto it, and that’s when the panic sets in.

Being in this room, with him, it’s just too much. The memory of my parents surrounds me, and I wonder to myself what they would think if they knew what was happening right now.

I pull back slightly from him and wait until he’s looking at me.

“Jake, I can’t… I mean we can’t…” My hands are still wrapped around his neck, him hovering over me. ”We can’t do-"

“It’s okay, Kayla.” He kisses my forehead. “We don’t have to do that, I mean, I don’t want to do that, not yet. But… please… just let me touch you. I think I’d die if I couldn’t…”

He trails off, searching my face for an answer, I nod.

His head dips down to kiss my chest, lower and lower until he gets to the swell of my breasts. His hands move to the hem of my top and begin to lift it over my stomach, my breasts, I sit up and help him remove it. Instantly, I lean into him, bare chested, skin on skin as he holds me. The heat from his skin radiating. He hasn’t seen me topless before and I’m afraid. He gently grips my shoulders and slowly lowers me back into a laying position. I reluctantly move. I lay there, still, watching him take me in. His eyes roaming from my face down my chest, resting on my breasts.

“God, Kayla. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers before he lowers his head.

Then his mouth is on my nipple, licking, sucking, gently biting while his other hand softly caresses the other breast.

I’ve never ever felt like this, this wanton need to combust. I’ve never felt like my body was being worshipped, and with Jake, that’s what it feels like. Like he’s here and he can’t get enough. The minute I feel his hand under my shorts I lose all control. I spread my legs further for him and he makes a moaning sound which vibrates through my nipples, straight to my core. My hand goes to the back of his head, gripping his hair, begging him without words to please Don’t. Fucking. Stop.

When his fingers find what they’re looking for, a loud continuous moan escapes my mouth and he has to stop working on my breasts to tell me to be quiet.

“Jesus Christ, Kayla. You’re so fucking wet.”

I grip his head harder and push him back down to my tits. I need him there. He chuckles to himself a little before continuing. His fingers working, moving inside me, performing their magic. I feel something building in the pit of my stomach and I’m scared and amazed at the same time. This has never happened before, not without the use of me, and this feels so much better than anything else.

He pulls off my nipple and I look down at him. His eyes are on mine as he takes my breast in his hand, squeezes it slightly, and then runs my nipple along his glistening bottom lip. So. Fucking. Hot.

And that’s all it takes for me to explode all over his fingers, body thrashing wildly, screaming his name over and over and over, so loudly he has to get a pillow to cover my face.

Fuck.

Once I’ve come down, I remove the pillow and slowly open my eyes, he’s hovering above me, still shirtless.

He smiles at me. “So… you’re a screamer?”

“I had no fucking idea, Jake. Not until you.” I shake me head in disbelief.

“Good answer,” he says, before standing up and walking to the bathroom, his hard-on tenting his pants.

“Where are you going?”

“Either a really fucking cold shower or to take care of myself, I haven’t decided yet.” He walks backwards into the brand new bathroom, built just for me, turns and closes the door behind him.

I get up, go to my dresser, pick up the baby oil, go into the bathroom, and watch his shocked face as I make the decision for him.