His eyebrow rises. “Really? What did you tell her?”
“Well, I haven’t actually told her anything yet. I’m not sure what I’m allowed to say.”
He sighs, grabbing a slice of toast to butter it for me. “You’re not my dirty little secret, and in no way should you ever feel that way. I never intended to hurt you. I was just obsessed with my worries about how messed up my feelings about you might be and how others would perceive them. I didn’t want people thinking badly of you because of me, and I didn’t want anyone thinking that I’d led you astray. The last thing I wanted was to be labeled as the evil stepfather who took advantage of and abused you and your trust.”
I instantly grab his hand. “I have never thought of you that way. This is what I’ve always—” I stop myself. I can’t say that to him … not yet anyway, so instead, I finish by saying, “—found so endearing about you. And I really don’t give a shit what other people think.”
He hands me my toast, and I take a tentative bite. “I don’t personally give a shit either. As I said, it’s you I’m worried about. Having said that, I’m not sure how Matthew will take it, though.”
“He already knows,” I sigh.
He chokes on his juice, and I slap his back for him. “What did you just say?” he asks, clearly shocked.
I put the juice down on the side table and continue. “The day by the pool right before he left with his friends to go camping, he saw what happened between us. He saw how angry you were. He looked at me and winked. I knew then that he knew. He’s not stupid, Jake. He can see what’s going on under his own roof. He’s not a little boy anymore.”
I stare at Jake as he looks away, obviously still shocked. “And here I thought he had a crush on you all this time.” It’s my turn to choke on my toast. “That’s what made my feelings for you seem even worse—knowing that my son, who is closer to your age than I am, had feelings for you too.”
His words immediately irritate me. “Matthew is like a little brother to me, and I am sure he thinks of me as his big sister—nothing more.”
“Then what about that business by the pool with the suntan lotion?”
I laugh at the misunderstanding. “Oh, that? He asked me the night before to help him wind up his friend, Clive. Apparently, Clive actually has a crush on me. Matthew told me that they were always teasing each other and playing practical jokes. It was Matthew’s turn to get Clive back for something. And, before you ask, the answer is no. I don’t know what he was getting him back for exactly. I never asked. I just said I would help. It was never anything more than a practical joke. Believe me.”
He lets out a chuckle. “The little shit.”
I slap his arm gently. “Hey, don’t be too hard on the boy. It was only a bit of fun.”
He grabs me by the waist, pulling me to him. “No one gets to look, feel, and devour this body except for me,” he states, kissing me and making my body go limp. My breathing quickens as he gently strokes my cheek with his finger.
“I can’t bear to think about what Clive gets up to when he’s alone in his room and thinking of you at night. The boy’s poor parents must be washing his sheets every single day.”
I gasp in horror at the thought, and Jake starts laughing. I slap him on the arm again. “Hey! That is more than enough of that kind of talk.”
“Well, I can’t say I blame the poor kid. And I love that those fantasies can now become a reality for me,” he says, looking my body up and down, “whenever I want them to. Now, eat your toast.”
I salute him. “Yes, sir, Captain Bennett, sir!”
He puts his finger up at me as I take another bite of my toast. “Don’t be a smart ass with me, or I will have you over my knee.”
The very thought of that sends shivers down my spine.
I quickly finish off the rest of my toast, knowing that he won’t touch me until I do.
Jake notices my impatience and smiles. “We are the little eager beaver this morning, aren’t we?”
“Well, I do have a very eager beaver.” I barely get the words out before I burst out laughing at my own joke.
Jake shakes his head from side to side with a smirk. “You are too much. Do you know that?”
In my most seductive tone, I reply, “Well, I’m sure you can handle me.”
Knowing that he’s watching, I take a gulp of my juice and allow a little to spill onto my lower lip. I take my finger and trace the juice’s path with gentle strokes, pushing my tongue out to lick all the juice up as I go back and forth. I know exactly what I’m doing. There are few things I love more than getting the reaction I want from him.
“Ana-Lucia Sinclair, are you trying to seduce me?”
I drop the sheets from me, allowing him to see that my breasts are heaving and eager for his touch.
“What do you think, Mr. Bennett?”
He growls and lunges for me, causing the breakfast tray to crash to the floor. I scream and giggle beneath him as he pins me to the bed. I instantly feel how hard he is beneath his boxer shorts, and the knowledge makes me purr like a kitten. I then notice that those blazing green eyes of his are boring into me, and I start to lose myself in them.
“What is it with you and that fucking finger of yours? How on earth are you able to make me lose control so completely?”
I wriggle my hips beneath him and look into his eyes. I lick my lips seductively, and Jake’s eyes widen.
Losing even more of his control, he plunges his tongue into my mouth and kisses me just like he did up against the wall outside his house yesterday. It turns me on even more to know how much of an effect I have on him. I’ve never wanted to please someone as much as I want to please Jake. He’s my world. He is both my song and my dance. He’s my light in the dark.
He completes me.
Pulling my feet up, I use my toes to push under his boxer shorts, trying to get them past his hips.
“My, how flexible you are, Miss Sinclair.”
“Only for you, Mr. Bennett,” I chuckle.
He grabs my nipple and squeezes it, making me arch my back and moan. He traces a line with his finger until he reaches my pussy. Once there, he cups my mound and squeezes a little. “Only for me. This is mine, Ana. Mine.” He sinks a finger deep inside me, and I’m rooted to the bed as the pleasure runs through me.
“Yours, Jake,” I answer breathlessly. “Only yours.”
14
Jake’s determined to take me out so he can buy me some new panties. He feels somewhat guilty for tearing three pairs off me so far. I think he’s also focused on tearing off some more.
“I can always go commando from now on,” I suggest.
We’re sitting in his Range Rover, and just as he’s about to start it up, he turns to face me. I can’t hide the grin on my face as he cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Don’t start this, or I will haul your ass out of the car and drag you upstairs again.”
I place my hand on my knee and gently stroke up my thigh. “I may actually be going commando right now.”
As I stare at my hand on my thigh, I see him tightening his grip on his wheel. I love that I can have this effect on him. It turns me on more than he will ever know.