I'm putty in his hands. He's showing me that with a kiss he owns me and it's working. I've melted to a gooey puddle in his lap where he could literally strip me naked right now on the sidewalk and I wouldn't argue. He's uncovered my weakness for him in one night and he fully intends to utilize it. Jake has always had skills in manipulation, so this doesn't surprise me in the slightest. He pulls his mouth from mine, keeping his hand around my jaw, holding us nose to nose
"We're going away for some time alone … We need it … I need this." His voice is thick and husky, and he kisses me again before I can answer, pulling me back down into e*****a, his tongue caressing mine until I feel like the longing will make me self-implode. His hand moves up under my dress finding what he's searching for,
