Page 69 of Yours, Finally

I stood in front of him in the tub, suds and rivulets cascading down my body. The resulting waves splashed onto the tiled floor.

Jake remained crouching, his eyes cruising on the hills of my flesh, his mouth open in abject admiration.

"It's fitting that I'm on my knees." He blinked like my form was too bright to stare at directly. "I could pray to this view of you."

I offered him a hand; he gave me his and stood. Even with me standing in the tub, he was taller than me.

"I want you close, Jake." I took his face in my hands and gave him a small, simple kiss. "I want you as close as you can get."

"Violeta."

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, this time with fire in it. In a show of strength that left me dizzy, he lifted me up and placed me on the firm ground.

"I'll be as close as you'll let me." He gave me another kiss. "For as long as you let me."

Chapter 21

Jake

My heart drummed inmy chest as Vi's nimble fingers unbuttoned my shirt.

"I want your skin," she said.

I let her work on my clothes while I grabbed handfuls of her flesh. "I want your everything."

She smiled, and her dilated pupils told me she felt as dazed as I did. Her hands fell from my mostly-opened shirt to my belt.

Vi pulled at the leather, metal, and denim mix in her hand. "Come. I want your everything, too."

She led us to the bedroom and I followed, docile and eager. I felt like a teenager again, desperate to know what it would feel like, but better. So much better, because this was Vi, and I had enough experience to know what I was doing.

Impressing her was paramount. I had her previous partners and book boyfriends to contend with. Not to mention the pressure of everyone's eyes, when they learned that I'd fallen head over heels for Violeta.

The challenge summoned me. It burned in twin flames with my need for her.

She stopped by the bed and, instead of undoing the rest of the buttons, she focused on unbuckling my belt.

I took care of my shirt and dropped it to the floor unceremoniously. "You should know, I plan to worship you."

My belt joined my shirt on the floor, and her hands raked over my chest. She gazed at me like she couldn't get enough, nails carving paths through the patch of blond hair on my chest. I didn't miss a beat; I handled the button of my jeans and unzipped.

She lifted heated eyes my way. "How are you going to worship me?"

"I'm going to put my mouth on every inch of you." I dropped my jeans but kept my underwear on. "To start."

I kicked my jeans away and guided Vi to the bed. She lay down on it, confident in her body, on full display to me. Another fucking dream come true.

My eyes never left her, as I maneuvered out of my socks.

Hills and curves all over. Brown, tight nipples. Generous light brown flesh. A gorgeous smile. Hair fanning around her head, with some wet tendrils from her bath. Glimmering eyes.

A dream I had clung to for years, coming true.

"Out of your underwear too, please." She lifted herself to the elbows. "I want to see you, too."

I had planned to keep them on to guarantee I'd take my time, but I couldn't say no to her. We hadn't properly touched, and already she owned me.

I took three long steps to my bag, and fished out a few condoms that I threw on the bed. Soon after, I stood at her feet again and got rid of my underwear.