Leo (A Sign of Love Novel)(25)

"He's here! Gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow," I whisper.

"K, babe, If you don't, I'll hunt you down. Love you, too!" He says back and I quickly hang up.

I open the door and Jake smiles huge when he sees the overnight bag in my hand. And God, will I ever get used to how good looking he is? He's just this big, strapping man and I want to do dirty things to him. And, holy smokes, it's like I don't even know myself anymore! Cool it, Evie!

He leads me out of my apartment and when I see movement against Maurice's keyhole, I knock and say "'Night Maurice!" As Jake leads me to the front building door, I hear Maurice from behind his door say, "'Night, Evie."

He drives me to his condo downtown, telling me a little bit about his day, which sounds basically like meetings, meetings and more meetings.

As we're driving, I wonder about something and ask, "Speaking of work, how'd you know when I was getting off work today?"

"I called The Hilton and told them I was picking you up and forgot what time you told me to be there," he says.

"Hmmm, sneaky. I don't think they're actually supposed to give out that information."

"I'm very persuasive," he winks.

"Yeah, kinda getting that." I mutter.

We drive into an underground parking garage and he pulls into an assigned spot, then helps me out of the car, taking my small bag from me.

He uses a key card to open the door to a back stairway and then leads me to a beautiful wood paneled elevator, types in a simple code (I can't help noting that it's 1234 which doesn't seem like high security but it's not my business) and pushes the button for the top floor.

When we step out, there is only one door in front of the elevator which means his condo takes up the whole upper floor. Oh wow.

He unlocks his door and leads me in and I take in the huge open space in front of me. There are tall windows on every exposed wall, and I look out them at the beautiful city view. To our left is an obviously high end, modern kitchen with black cabinets, black granite countertops and stainless appliances. The furniture is contemporary, all straight lines and minimal embellishment. The color scheme is mostly black and gray, with accents of white. It's all stylish and sleek and obviously expensive and I completely hate it. It feels cold.

Jake is looking at me and says, "Corporate condo. You don't like it."

Am I that easy to read? "No, no!" I say, "It's really stylish. I was just thinking that it needs a little warmth. Maybe some colorful throw pillows or something." And oh my God, am I really giving him decorating advice? Shut up, Evie.

He smiles though. "I agree. I just don't know how long I'll be in this place. I'd like to buy something eventually."

He leads me further inside and takes my jacket as I go to the window and look out at the city under a twilight sky.

I feel Jake's warmth before his body actually touches mine as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, pulling my back tight against his hard chest.

We stand like this for several minutes, silently, me inhaling his delicious woodsy scent. I really need to find out the name of his cologne so I can find the creator and nominate him for some sort of nobel prize.

He lowers his head and sweeps my hair to the side and I feel his lips on the back of my neck and shiver. "God, Evie," he whispers. "You feel so good. You smell so good. You undo me. And I haven't even had you yet. What will that do to me?"

I stiffen slightly. "Jake - " I start, turning and bringing my arms up around his neck. I tilt my head back until I'm looking into his deep brown eyes. "About that - " I whisper.

His eyes scan my face and he finally says, "You're nervous." It's not a question.

"Yes. No. I mean - " I shake my head and let out a shaky laugh.

"How about I make you dinner, we talk, hang out, and then if you want to sleep in the guest room, I'm okay with that tonight, alright? I'd like you in my bed. But I want it to be your call and if you're not ready, then you sleep in the guest room. I just want you here tonight, okay?"

Wow, he's really nice.

"Okay," I whisper.

"Good," he says as his eyes move to my mouth just a second before he lowers his to mine. I feel him smiling as he takes my bottom lip gently between his teeth, slowly teasing me as he licks and sucks at my lips. My stomach dips, my legs weaken and my body automatically melts into him.

He continues teasing me like this for several more seconds. He's driving me crazy and he knows it and finally, it's me who slides my tongue into his mouth and he moans deep in his throat which completely ignites me. I slide one hand down his back and up his shirt. He's all hard muscle and smooth, warm skin and God, he feels so good.

Our kiss becomes rougher, our tongues tangling, mine intuitively dancing with his. I tilt my head and the kiss goes deeper, shooting sparks straight down my throat, into my belly and ending between my legs.

I run my other hand up the back of his neck, cupping his head and sifting my fingers in his thick, silky hair.

I come back to reality as I feel the upraised, puckered skin of a scar underneath the softness of his hair, at the base of his skull. My fingers just start to trace it from behind his left ear to the middle of the back of his head when he tears his lips off mine, the heat from our kiss still in his eyes.