Blair

I climb out of the shower and wrap myself in my worn out light blue robe. It really has seen better days, but it’s so soft and I love it too much to throw it away. Just as I step out of the bathroom and into the small hallway that leads to my room the door buzzer rings, indicating I have a visitor.

My legs and my entire body still feel weak from the previous evening after Jake and I closed down the bar. Memories of it have continued to flood my mind ever since the moment I drove away and saw him watching from behind.

I tighten the strap of my robe and start moving across the living room toward the door when the buzzer sounds a second time.

Lifting up on my toes, I peek through the peephole and feel my heart begin to race. I’m pleasantly surprised to find Jake standing on the other side. He’d made promises of getting together again but I hadn’t allowed myself to believe it would be this soon. I assumed it was his way of escaping without awkwardness.

Now here he was.

I try not to appear too eager as I slowly unlatch the locks and pull the door open, smiling when he steps forward, pushing it open further.

Did I mention that Jake Gunner is impatient and has absolutely no problem taking exactly what he wants when he wants it? He proved that last night, over and over, and even before that.

I’m suddenly pressed up against the wall just inside my door and the robe I had tied securely around me is now parted, exposing my naked body.

“Hi,” he offers, looking down at me hungrily.

“Hi,” I say in return, my cheeks aching from the unbelievably large grin that is now covering my lips.

There is something undeniably sexy about his confidence.

“You feel like hanging out all day, hiding from everyone else? Just you and I locked away inside your place, ignoring everyone else even exists.”

I have a feeling he already knows I won’t say no. I think my attraction for him is pretty evident. It doesn’t matter how I attempt to hide it or pretend he doesn’t get to me, my body reacts instantly whenever he's near.

I had to say I was a little thrown by his interest in me though. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be spending much of his time with only one woman. But with me he seems different, not that cocky arrogant man behind the bar that he shows everyone else.

“That’s workable,” I say as he presses his body closer to mine and parts my legs with his thigh. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he shifts his leg against me in a teasing manner.

“Completely workable,” I confess as I place my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and begin trailing them upward over his toned abs.

There is nothing soft about Jake.

“What are you waiting for?”

I pause, my hands resting against his abs as I look up at him, slightly confused by his question.

“Do you want me, Blair?” he asks, and I swallow past the lump in my throat. Was he joking?

“Yes,” I say in return.

“Then take what you want.” He steps back and lifts his shirt over his head before he drops it to the floor by his feet.

I stand frozen with my back still pressed firmly against the wall as I watch this sexy man undress in front of me. When he is gloriously naked only a few feet away I am finally able to gather enough strength to move toward him and take what he offers.

He doesn’t touch me at first but instead allows me to explore him. I take the opportunity to roam over his chest and arms appreciatively with the palms of my hands. Each dip of his many ridges and the flex of his muscles beneath my hands only manage to excite me more. I knew all along he’d be amazing, but to see it now, to feel him, is so much more than a simple fantasy.

Moving in closer, I press a kiss just over his heart and teasingly move lower as I kneel slowly before him.

He still refrains from touching me, his chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. With one hand sprawling out over each of his thighs, I lean in and run my tongue gently over the length of him. His legs tremble and I feel triumphant for a moment, knowing I’m making him feel unsteady. I love this feeling because I know a man like him doesn’t break often.

Lifting my hand, I wrap it securely around his cock and take him into my mouth, watching his eyes flutter shut just before his head tilts back. I swear I hear a deep growl rumble inside him, and again that feeling of victory hits me.

With each stroke of my tongue, each shift of my fisted hand over him I see him fall apart just a little more. When he begins to thrust his hips with the movements of my mouth I know I have him. Then he fists my hair and starts to guide me as he takes over. I’d never really enjoyed this part of sex; it was something I’d managed to avoid often, but this is different. Just the look on his face as he takes from me what he needs makes excitement ignite inside of me like I’ve never felt before.

When he pulls back quickly and his hardness falls from my mouth I see a fire in his eyes. One of deep hunger, one that maybe I should fear, only I don’t.

I’m lifted from the floor and moved toward my room before I have the chance to argue. Not like I would have.

He lowers me to the floor and I look over my shoulder to see him tearing open a condom package with his teeth. For a split second, I wonder to myself where he’d held it all this time, but that thought is quickly forgotten.

Jake grips my waist, turns me around and parts my legs with his. With just enough pressure applied to my lower back, I fall forward and place my hands on the footboard of my bed.

I’m just about ready to make a comment that his favorite position must be taking a girl from behind when I feel him slam into me, making me cry out in surprise. The position is no longer relevant because I’ll take him however I can get him, it doesn’t matter.

“Fuck,” he moans, and it almost sounds angry, like the fact that it feels so good irritates him. Jake fucks with vigorous thrusts, he isn’t slow, but he is consuming. He doesn’t give a woman a chance to right herself or collect her thoughts; he just takes what he needs. And in the process, he gives all he can, too.

With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he uses the leverage he’s gained to pull my body backward to meet his thrusts. He is so deep that at one point I wonder if I can take any more before I lose myself completely.

“That’s it,” he encourages me. “Let go,” he moans and that alone has to be the most exhilarating sound I’ve ever heard. “You’re squeezing me so tight, so damn tight.”

My body spins out of control and I sag forward, feeling myself come with such force my entire body trembles.

“Blair.” My name falls from his lips as he tenses and swells inside me.

I remain perfectly still, hunched over the end of my bed, with Jake still buried inside me. I know at this point there is no going back from this. If things get awkward, if things change, I understand that continuing to work with him will be impossible.