More Than This (More Than, #1)(50)

When he senses me, he looks up, a sad smile creeping on his features.

I try to smile back, but I don't know that it shows.

I start to walk back to the others, but he grabs my arm and starts to say something.

Guys coming out of the mens room walk towards us and Jake has to move us against the wall so they can get through.

So here we are. Me leaning against the wall, him in front of me.

When the guys pass he doesn't make a move to step back and I let him stand there, in front of me, so close were almost touching.

One hand resting against the wall next to my head, the other by his side.

He reaches his free hand up, and he cups my face gently, and I can't help lean into him slightly.

He moves his body closer to me so that our fronts are pressed together. He dips his head so his mouth is so close to my ear, I can hear him breathing over the sounds of the club. "Whatever you're thinking that was, quit. It wasn’t.”

And then he takes my earlobe in his mouth, just slightly and it's enough to make my knees weak and my body give out.

But he's on me and holding me up as his mouth moves from my ear to the spot behind it, to my neck. My hands reach to grip his hair. He takes the hand that was cupping my face and moves it down my side, past my waist and hips to my bare thighs and he lifts it so it's around him and he's in between me.

Leaning against a f*cking wall.

In a f*cking club.

With people all around us.

And I forget what my f*cking name is because I'm so goddamn turned on right now, and I know he is, I can feel that he is.

My head falls back slightly and a moan escapes, because being with him, like this, it's all so intense, physically and emotionally.

He takes my move as an invitation, and his kisses get less gentle and more extreme. He's kissing and licking and sucking. Sucking hard like he wants to leave his mark, like he wants the world to know I'm his. And I am. His, I mean.

Just when I'm about to grip his hair to bring his mouth to mine, because I need to kiss him, and we've never ever kissed before-

"Holy shit!"

Jake's hand immediately lets go of my thigh and he uses it to cup the back of my head and pull my face to his chest.

He knows I'm embarrassed.

I turn slightly and move my eyes to see who interrupted.

Some guy I don't know, stands frozen just outside the mens room. The restroom doors open and two other guys walk out and bump into the back of him. The smell of weed pours out with them.

"Jake f*ckin' Andrews,” one of the guys sing songs.

Jake nods once at them, no emotion on his face.

"Holy shit, dude," another says, his eyes roaming me. “You got fire!"

The guys walk past and all pat his back on the way out, laughing to themselves.

Jake pulls me back to look at him, "You okay?"

I nod, blushing a little. "What does that mean? You got fire?"

He laughs once, shaking his head, "It means they think you're hot."

"Oh.”


Jake


We spend another hour or so at the club, but I'm beat from waking up at 5am so we catch a cab home.

I walk her up to her door but I don't want to leave her, I don't want to spend the night apart.

"So… Goodnight,” she says through a yawn.

"Goodnight,” I tell her, bringing her in so I can kiss her temple.

I don't make a move to leave, I just stand there, because I don't want to go.

I know I'm screwed, and I know I'm in way over my head with this girl, but I can't f*cking help it.

She smiles a little before looking down and opening her door, but she doesn't close it.

She just goes to her bathroom, and I stand there, outside her door, watching her. She gets out of the bathroom dressed in pajamas and climbs into bed. The whole time not looking at me, not saying a word.

I take it as an invitation and walk in. I stand on the opposite side of the bed and start to strip off until I'm in my boxers and I get into bed with here.

We lay there, on our backs, looking up at the ceiling.

She reaches down and takes my hand in hers under the covers, our fingers entwined.

I think about tonight, and I can't get it out of my head. I think about that *, and who the f*ck he was, what the f*ck he was doing buying my girl a drink.

I let out a sigh.

She must know what I'm thinking because she says, "Jake, if there's something you want to ask me, just ask."

"If you knew I wanted to ask you, why wouldn't you just tell me?"

It's her turn to sigh.

She turns her head to look at me. "I don't like playing games, Jake.”

I turn my head to do the same. "Then don't."

This time, she moves her whole body so she's facing me, and so I do the same. Our faces inches apart but our bodies not touching.

Our fingers still entwined between us.

"His name's Andrew. He went to my school. He's James' best friend. He bought me the drink because he knows I love it, he introduced me to it."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because, I wasn't sure how you felt about me talking about James. Plus, you didn't ask."

"What did he say to you?" My hand goes up to move the hair from her face to behind her ear. "You looked sad for a moment there."