She shook her head, her lips still pursed around the straw in her drink. “Little liar,” he said. “It’s alright to feel something for me. Do you want me tell you want I feel?” Another shake of her head. He gently took the drink from her hands and urged her back against the soft leather of the booth. He leaned over her, crowding her space. The soft hitch in her breathing delighted him. He lowered his head until his mouth touched the pink shell of her ear. “I want to fuck you, Sophie.” He grinned when she drew in a deep ragged breath. “I want to fuck you so hard and so fast that you’re raw when I come inside you. Then I want to turn you over and do it again.” Jake turned her head until he could see her eyes. Her pupils were wide, almost obliterating the rich chocolate brown of her eyes. She was excited. As turned on and ready for sex as he was.
