What the Lightning Sees: Part One (14 page)

“I think that when you’ve conquered that challenge, you’ll be on to the next.”

I couldn’t blame her for assuming that, but I knew myself well enough to know that wasn’t it. “I can understand why you would think that,” I said as I trailed my fingers across her full, red lips and down her neck.

“You’re not going to try and convince me that that’s not what will happen?”

I shook my head as my hand continued its journey between her breasts.

“How come?” she asked, her words uneven as she tried to keep her breath steady. I smiled at her reaction and bent to kiss her.

Haven

What was I thinking, letting him in my room? I must be crazy.
I was in my pig pyjamas for god’s sake.

As he dragged his lips across mine in a half kiss, my body bowed to his and I pushed up my chin.
What is he doing? What am I doing?
I put my hand to his chest in the hopes of pushing him away, but as my palm met the hard, hot surface of him, I wanted to feel more.

I reached up to his shoulders, which were straining the material of his shirt. I wanted him closer. His hand trailed from my neck to my waist, pulling me deeper under his spell. I knew I shouldn’t give in to him, but it was as if I had no choice.

He moved his leg between mine, the denim of his jeans scraping against the cotton of my pyjamas. His hot breath was sweet on my skin just before his tongue pushed between my lips and gently traced the underside of sensitive flesh.
Holy crap.

My breaths came short in my throat and my mouth widened, my tongue desperate to meet his again. He crashed against me like he couldn’t wait a moment longer, my groans meeting his.

He shifted so he was on top of me, the weight of him all consuming. His erection pushed against my thigh and I wondered how long it would be until he was inside me. My fingers pressed into the hard muscles of his back. He felt so good, so right—as if he were mine.

“Jake,” I whispered as his lips moved to explore my neck. My hands found his hair. “Jake.” He went lower, not stopping at my cotton-covered breasts, down to my stomach and the exposed skin between my camisole and the waistband of my pyjamas.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he paused and watched me looking at him.

Stop? Why would I want him to stop kissing me?
I shook my head and he smiled. His kisses travelled to one hip and then to the other, his teeth skimming my skin in the most delicious dance. Air breezed over my stomach as my camisole rode up and Jake started to pull at my pyjamas. I twisted my body to discourage him, but it did anything but.

“Jake,” I said, sitting up on my elbows. What was he doing?

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

Did I?
I knew I shouldn’t, he was way too handsome, too charming, too . . . “I don’t know.”

“Trust me, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He brought my pyjamas down, revealing my nakedness and I rolled onto my stomach in embarrassment.

“Haven, no.” He pulled at my hips, turning me back toward him. “Don’t turn away from me. Not ever.”

I stopped resisting him. I couldn’t say no to him, didn’t want to.

He hooked my leg over his shoulder and slid his hands under my ass as he began kissing my inner thigh, higher and higher.

“Jake, what are you doing?”

“Shhhh.” He quietened me like his kisses were opium. His lips were soft and gentle with an undercurrent of passion, hiding, waiting.

His mouth went straight to my clitoris, circling the nub of nerves and it started pulsing, coming to life. He slid lower and the torture of his tongue leaving one place was replaced with the ecstasy of it reaching another. I began to give in to him, then I remembered where I was and who I was with.

“No,” I said sharply, and scrambled from underneath him.

He caught my wrist. “What is it?”

“I just . . . ”

“Did you come and I didn’t notice?” He grinned at me.

“No, I just . . . I won’t.” I was starting to panic at the thought of what was happening.

“What?” he asked, dragging me back to him.

“I won’t. I won’t be able to. Come. Not with you.”

I’d had one serious boyfriend and he was the only one to ever make me come, and it had taken him months of trying. In the end I think my clitoris took pity on him. I’d given up hoping that I’d have something more with a lover.

He looked at me quizzically for a second, then growled. “Oh yes you will.” He pulled my legs open and pushed his tongue against me. Just as it got to be too much he slid his fingers into me. I hadn’t any strength left and collapsed back onto the bed.

“Shit, Jake.”

He didn’t say anything, he just kept his rhythm pushing and pulling, licking and sucking, circling and pressing. My breath was being chased out of my lungs as he drove me higher and higher. I fisted the sheets below me.

The sensation of his touch and his tongue and his breath coursed through my body, reaching the tips of my fingers.

At some point I lost control. In that moment, my body belonged to him. I belonged to him.

From somewhere far away my orgasm came barrelling toward me, quickly surging, pushing.
What. Was. Happening? It was loud, like thunder. A huge wave crashed over me, wiping me out. My eyes clamped shut and my lids burned red.

I came back down to earth, panting and barely conscious. Jake was pulling up my pyjamas and I managed to lift my ass to help him.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly and disappeared into the bathroom. I was sure I looked like I’d been in the very thunderstorm that had just passed through my body.

When he returned less than a minute later, I hadn’t moved.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” he replied as he crawled up the bed and sat against the pillows. “Come here.” He held out his arm, gesturing me toward him. I was unsure of this bit. Did he expect me to take the lead? I moved nearer to him and he pulled me closer, my head on his chest. “You okay?”

I nodded. “I don’t normally . . .”

“So you said.” He chuckled.

“Don’t be an asshole about it.” I was so embarrassed by my confession, which was compounded by the fact that he’d proven me wrong.

“I love that I made you come, Haven. It will be the first of many times. Relax and get used to it.”

My belly flipped over and then over again. I couldn’t wait.

I smoothed my hand across his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping through the fabric of his T-shirt. As I moved my hand lower he caught it.

“Stop,” he said. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

“That’s okay,” I whispered. I was more than ready for him. I wanted to see how far that tattoo on his upper arm spread. I wanted to check his body for others.

“No, it’s not okay. I don’t want you to be rushed into this, I should have resisted you back there. It’s too important to fuck up so early.”

“You don’t want to, you know . . . ?”

He chuckled and pulled my chin up, forcing my eyes to his. “I think you can see I’ve got a hard-on the size of Africa—”

“Show off,” I said. But he wasn’t wrong. There was nothing he needed to be shy about in the locker room.

He laughed. “I just meant that’s how it feels. I wasn’t trying to tell you what a huge penis I had.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“And in any event, you’ll find out soon enough.”

I prodded him in his abs and he feigned injury, then squeezed me toward him, kissing the top of my head.

We lay in comfortable silence, his heartbeat calming the anxiety building in my stomach. The regular rhythm drowned out my thoughts of consequences and what would happen next.

“I don’t want you to go,” I said. It was the truth, but saying it made me feel so vulnerable.

“There’s no place I have to be.”

Jake

With the images of her coming so hard I thought she might pass out and the remembered feel of her in my arms, it took about four hours and copious thoughts of my grandma to get my hard-on under control.

I’d wanted her for a while now, but she had surpassed all my incredibly high expectations. Her milky-white skin was soft like feathers and she was responsive and passionate despite her vulnerabilities. She had assured me I wouldn’t be able to make her come, but all she needed was to open up and let someone take control.

For a moment she had let me in and it was like she’d let me see a part of her soul. I felt a sense of responsibility, a sense of ownership. I had to get this right.

Her breathing became even and deep—she’d fallen asleep in my arms, in Paris. It was perfect.

I woke to water running in the bathroom.

“Hey, did my snoring wake you?” I asked her as she appeared at the door.

She shook her head. “I think I was cold.”

We were still on top of the covers. “Let’s get under,” I said, pulling back the sheets. She was tentative as she got in. “Scoot closer. We can share body heat.”

She grinned at me and wrapped her arm around my waist as she got into bed.

“What are we doing?” she asked, laughing. “How did we end up here, with me in my pig pyjamas?”

“I’ll tell you what we’re not going to do.” She looked up at me. “We’re not going to dissect and analyse this. We’re just going to go with it. Deal?” Haven could get so negative and she was able to talk herself out of any sense of pleasure. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Another deal? Does that mean the first one is null and void?”

“Nah uh. You still have to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”

She leaned forward and kissed me on my chest. Within seconds she was asleep again. I smiled to myself.

I woke before her the next morning. “I’m going to grab a shower. We have to be at the set in forty-five minutes.”

“What the what?” she said, suddenly wide awake. “Shit.”

“Wow, you wake up fast. This is good to know,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

“Don’t be a pervert.” She flung a pillow at me, and I leaned forward to kiss her quickly on the lips.

“Morning.”

Her blush spread across her throat.

“Morning,” she replied coyly.

“You look beautiful when you sleep.”

“Was I snoring?” she asked, seemingly horrified.

“No, you were perfect.” I kissed her again, this time the kiss was deeper, and she pulled me closer to her. She wanted me. I groaned against her mouth and it brought her back to the present. She jerked away. My stomach dropped.

“Shit, I have to get in the shower.” She grinned at me and pecked me once on the lips and disappeared into the bathroom.

Part of me had been worried that Haven would have closed down on me completely overnight, but the opposite seemed to be true. I had the shit-eating grin and just-kissed lips to prove it.

“I’ll see you downstairs in twenty minutes,” I shouted through the bathroom door.

“Yeah, in your dreams. Make it thirty.”

When we arrived on location, it was pretty much deserted, despite the fact we were late. Haven looked confused.

I went to find someone who could fill us in.

“Didn’t someone call you?” one of the grips asked. “Sandy hasn’t come out of her hotel. We don’t know if we’ll get anything done today.”

“I thought it was the last day of filming?”

“It was meant to be, but who knows what will happen now. Phil’s in there trying to talk her off a cliff.”

I went back over to Haven. “Sandy is still mid-tantrum, apparently. Phil’s trying to talk her around.”

“Why don’t you call her or text her? I think she’d do anything for you.”

I watched her, trying to make out whether or not she was being snide, but she didn’t seem to be. “You think?”

She nodded.

“I might make it worse,” I said.

“I’m not sure how that’s possible. And make it good. Flirt. You’re talented at that.”

“I’ve not flirted with her.”