on, legs!
She sucks in a breath, steps forward, reaches for his hand. Her heart pounds against the inside of her chest.
Somewhere in the back of her head, a voice still says this is wrong.
But the instant warmth of Jake’s touch ignites her smoldering anticipation….
She wants so desperately to place her lips on his. Only the quick ride, and the uncertainty of running into other tenants, prevent it.
The door opens and they enter the empty corridor to her apartment. She steps out in front of him.
As they walk, she glances at the artwork. A particular piece— a long and curvy cliff road, a bridge that drops thousands of feet to the ocean below— steals her attention. But only for a moment…
She looks over her shoulder.
Jake follows behind her, his eyes fixed downward, focused on a different set of curves.
She stops walking.
He looks up at her, surprised. His hand finds the small of her back, keeps him from bumping into her.
“Caught!” she says, and starts to walk again.
He smiles wistfully at her revelation.
“Dangerous Curves Ahead,” he says softly.
Ellie reviews the painting a moment longer— Jake’s words match the title plate.
She turns toward him, and continues to walk, backwards now. “Not if you’re experienced,” she flashes a subtle grin.
Jake’s eyebrows lower. “I’ve got more qualifications than a Nascar driver, if that’s what you mean.”
Ellie doesn’t know what she means. She’s never even tried to talk dirty before. “What if the conditions are wet?” she surprises herself.
He moves closer to her, and reaches for her hand. “You’re in luck,” he grins, “I just so happen to be an expert in wet conditions.”
“Oh?” she asks as he pulls her toward him, but it comes out as more of a gasp. Her legs spasm, her body’s a quivering disaster. She feels as if she’ll pass out. Is this really happening?
Jake reaches down, gently at first, but then with firm resolve, and picks her up.
Her legs wrap naturally around his waist, her skirt slides up her hips.
His hands find her back before they land firmly against the double doors of his apartment.
Her arms fold over his shoulders, around his neck, pulling him tight to her.
She can feel his arousal between her legs, pressed hard against her own wetness. A moan escapes her.
His lips crash into hers, then pull away just as fast.
“That’s not playing fair,” she pulls him back in.
His mouth finds her neck. “I want to taste you,” he groans.
Her whole body shudders. “Take me inside.”
“I can’t wait that long,” he says between heavy breaths.
“Are you insane?” She asks.
He nibbles on her earlobe.
Shivers run down her neck. She clutches his back.
The elevator bell rings.
OH SHIT. Ellie’s eyes bulge in a panic .
Jake eases her down, exhales hard.
Ellie tugs at her skirt, frantic to put herself back together.
Jake reaches into his pocket and fumbles with a set of keys. “Step to the side,” he says.
Ellie does as instructed, and is stunned to see Dan Reese, her closest neighbor and deacon at the local church. He walks to his door, ten feet from her, mouth agape.
Her head nearly explodes. I'm literally going to hell.
Ellie glances back at Jake. He’s already opened the door and is halfway in, reaching back for her hand. She looks at Dan and shrugs her shoulders, then follows Jake into his apartment. She thinks she saw the hint of a smile on Dan’s face. Or did she just imagine it ?
Chapter 5
Ellie brings her hand over her mouth as the door shuts behind her. “HOL-Y CRAP,” she says.
“Don’t worry, we gave him a good story,” Jake says.
“Yeah, but it cost me a heart attack,” Ellie replies.
Jake cracks a smile. “Such things happen in New York City….”
Ellie laughs and walks further into the apartment. “Smells new in here.”