Jake takes his T-shirt off, and then we’re skin on skin, as he rests his chest against mine.
I wind my fingers into his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. I hook my leg around his hip as his hand slides down my thigh, gripping my butt, and he kisses me like he’s starved for me, his tongue plunging into my mouth, deep and hard. His hands take mine, above my head, pinning them to the cushion.
I grind my pelvis into him, groaning in his mouth.
Then the doorbell rings.
“Motherfucker,” he growls heavily into my mouth. “Can’t a guy get a moment with his girl here?” He grumbles, getting up to answer the door.
I start to sit up to retrieve my clothes. “Don’t you dare move,” he commands. “I want to come back here and find you exactly as I left you.”
“And how’s that?” I ask, resting my arms on the back of the sofa and my chin on my arms, looking across at him. God, he looks so totally hot right now. Abs rippling down to his low-slung jeans. My tattoo inked around them. His hard-on so very visible through his jeans, like his c**k is straining to get out of them and into me.
“Naked and waiting to be f**ked.” He grins, walking backward.
“Sí, señor.” I salute.
He groans, grabbing his c**k through his jeans, then turns and heads for the door.
I lie back down on the sofa so whoever’s at the door won’t see naked me sitting here.
I hear the door open, then Henry’s voice. The door closes, so I sit up just as Jake walks back into the living room with a bag containing our lunch in his hand.
“You want to eat now?” he asks, totally insincerely.
I shake my head. “I want you to get your hot ass over here and use that huge penis of yours on me.” I bite down on my grin.
Jake puts the bag of food down on the side table and advances toward me like a panther moving in on its prey.
“With absolute f**kin’ pleasure,” he says, vaulting over the back of the couch, landing on his feet between my legs, he gets down to his knees, and down to business instantly.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I look around at the Christmas decorations adorning the restaurant and I get that giddy, excitable feeling I always get this time of year. Now it’s a million times amplified, because this Christmas will be Jake’s and my first Christmas together in years, and our first as a couple. A couple who’s having a baby.
We’re having a baby! I’m still excited about it, if you didn’t guess.
It’s also Jake’s birthday on the twenty-third of December. He’ll be the grand old age of twenty-seven. Like our Christmas, this is the first birthday together in twelve years, so I’m making sure it’ll be a good one.
That’s why I’m out for dinner tonight with Stuart and Carly: we’re planning a surprise birthday party for Jake.
I considered spending his birthday with just the two of us, but we have so many people coming for Christmas, that it just seemed right to share his day with everyone we love.
Carly has become a really good friend since I hired her company to decorate our house. She is doing an amazing job. We’re halfway through the decorating, but Carly assures me it will be finished in time for Christmas, thank God. I can’t think of anything worse than a house full of people in a half-decorated house.
My mum and dad are coming for Christmas. I’m so excited to see them; it’s been way too long.
Simone is coming for Christmas too. She’ll be staying at Denny’s place, but they’re coming over to ours for Christmas dinner.
We’ve also got Tom coming, and Zane too. Apparently Zane isn’t close to his family in New York, so I told Jake to invite him. I can’t bear to think of anyone alone at Christmas, let alone people I care about.
I invited Smith and Carly too, but they’re heading back home to Tennessee after Jake’s party.
Of course Jake’s mum, Susie, and his stepdad, Dale, are coming.
Jake knows none of this. He knows everyone is coming for Christmas, but he thinks everyone is getting in on Christmas Eve.
It’ll be nice to see Susie again. I haven’t seen her since Paul’s funeral in Manchester. And I haven’t seen Dale since I was fourteen.
She was over the moon when we called and told her I’m pregnant. Hers was the complete opposite reaction from my mum’s.
I think she’s relieved and happy that Jake is finally settling down. That he’s found his happiness.
Everyone else was stoked about the baby too. Stuart flipped, in the best possible way. Simone went all crazy too. But the most touching reaction was Vicky’s. When I told her I was pregnant, she started crying real, happy tears. I was Skyping with her, and I could see the genuine emotion. It set me off crying too.
I owe Vicky a lot. If it wasn’t for her landing the interview with Jake, we wouldn’t be together now. I have everything in the world to thank her for.
I was hoping Vicky would come for Christmas too, but she already has plans with her family. But I’m making sure I’ll see her real soon.
“So we’re really having this birthday party at Pizza Hut?” Stuart grimaces.
“Stop being a snob,” I say, laughing. “Pizza Hut is important to Jake and me.”
“Ah yes, the teenage-dream years.” He places his hand over his heart, teasingly.
“What’s this?” Carly asks.
“It was a tradition when Jake and I were younger. We used to celebrate our birthdays at Pizza Hut. When we got back in contact, the first thing Jake did was take me out to dinner at Pizza Hut.”