“I was trying to figure out who let you out of the house wearing that shirt.”
“You picked it out,” he deadpans.
“Exactly.” I grin. “Because I like watching you suffer.”
He steps closer, so close I can feel the heat rolling off him. His voice drops low, just for me. “First, you get me wet, and now you keep teasing me like that? Baby, I think we’re gonna have a real problem.”
“Oh?” I whisper, sliding a hand up his soaked chest. “What kind of problem are we talking about?”
Heat flares in his eyes. “The kind that ends with that pretty dress of yours bunched up around your waist.”
I suck in a breath, my core clenching at his words.
“Wanna get out of here?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I say instantly.
Jake grabs my hand, and without looking back, we slip away from the party, laughing and stumbling through the grass like teenagers sneaking out past curfew.
This right here is exactly why I’m still senselessly in love with Jake. The silly banter. The little unplanned adventures. His unfailing devotion.
The fact that he never stopped keeping his promise. He’s still protecting me. Still loving me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
This is why, even after all these years…I’m still falling.
Jake continues walking toward the back trail, where string lights fade into shadows and the pines grow thicker. He knows exactly where he’s going.
When we’re far enough from curious eyes, he turns on me, crowding me against the side of the maintenance shed, one arm braced above my head, the other curling around my waist. His mouth crashes down on mine before I can even catch my breath. I whimper against him, my body burning already. I moan into his mouth, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.
He tastes like whiskey and sin. Like my husband. Like everything I crave.
He slides his tongue into my mouth, kissing me harder, rougher. I open for him without hesitation, my body melting into his.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all damn night,” he growls against my lips. “That dress…those heels…knowing every man in that crowd wanted to look at you the way only I get to.”
“Jake…” I gasp, tugging his wet shirt loose from his pants. I slide my hands under it, over his warm skin and tight muscles. “We shouldn’t. The party…our guests…what if someone notices we’re gone?”
He nips my neck and runs his hot tongue over my skin. “Then they’ll know who the boss is around here. You think I give a fuck if they hear you calling me Daddy?”
My whole body shivers in response.
God, he knows exactly what that does to me.
I swallow hard, lips brushing his ear. “Then take me, Daddy.”
The sound he makes is almost feral. In one fluid motion, he spins me around and hikes up my dress, groaning at the sight of my lace panties.
“Fuck, baby. You came out here lookin’ like dessert.” He hooks his fingers around the waistband and tugs them down my thighs. “Let me show you what happens when you tease Daddy.”
He bends me forward, braced against the shed wall, and kneels behind me. His mouth is on me in seconds. Hot, insistent, devastating. I bite my fist to keep from crying out, but it’s no use. He devours me like he’s starving, until I’m trembling, gasping his name.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs between strokes of his tongue. “Taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby. God, I love you.”
“Jake, please—”
“Tell me what you want,” he commands, standing behind me now, his belt undone, breath ragged.
“You,” I moan. “I want you. Now.”
