Before I have time to respond he grips his hands around my bum and hoists me up, spreading my legs around him so that I'm wrapped around his waist. A small surprised gasp escapes my mouth and Jake smiles.

"Come on Alex, don't tell me that's the first time you've ever been swept off your feet?" he looks surprised.

I giggle. And so, just like I never thought he'd be gentle, I also never thought he'd be cute, or sweet. Then his mouth is on mine again and I can't do any more thinking about what I thought he'd be.

He carries me out of the kitchen toward the stairs and I return his kiss and slide my hands into his soft silky hair. He carries me up the stairs as though I weigh less than nothing whilst I mumble through desperate kisses for him to watch his head because the ceilings are low.

When we get to the top, he stops abruptly but doesn't put me down. When I pull back from kissing him I find him looking at me expectantly.

"Gonna need some directions here baby." He says, his breathing a little labored now. Oh right to my bedroom, because he's never been there before.

I give him a shocked face, "A man asking for directions? How very novel,"

"So you're hot, smart and funny? Triple threat." He smirks deliciously, making my thighs tighten around him.

"Feeling inadequate are you?" I grin.

A weird look skitters across his face, "Always when it comes to you," He mutters before giving me an impatient tilt of his head.

Confused, I stare at him a moment before nodding behind me towards the door to my bedroom. He moves down the landing, kicking open my bedroom door with his foot before carrying me inside, kissing me as he walks with me over to the bed where he puts me down gently.

I watch him look around my bedroom with a strange look on his face. I wonder what he thinks of the pastel and florals, cream carpet, and large white oak bed. The English country cottage style probably isn't to his taste - he's probably into black leather and silk sheets. He probably does dark and sexy rather than soothing, cozy and calm. Which is what my bedroom normally is. With Jake in it though, in all his forbidden sexual glory, it seems like a very different place.

"So this is where you dream about me then?" he says with a nod before looking back at me, a soft smile playing across his mouth

I try and look relaxed. "So sure of yourself aren't you?" I reply hoping my voice doesn't give me away.

"Almost always," he says, his eyes unreadable again.

The thought hits me then - and god knows how it took so long - that I'm going to see him naked. In minutes he'll be completely naked in front of me. The thought sends a blast of something hot through me and the tops of my thighs tighten again, my tummy swirling with need and anticipation. I can imagine already how he'll look naked because I saw the muscular chest and arms at the surgery and I know the rest of him will be just as impressive.

I have no idea when I became so shallow, or when lusting over a man became normal behavior for me, but I'm comforted to know that it's just him. He makes me do strange out of character things.

My eyes slip down his body to below his waist where I see that the lusting is most definitely two ways. When I look back to his I see that his eyes were on me as I went for a visual stroll down his body, and his mouth quirks up to the side, proud.

Then he moves quickly so that he's on me again kissing me hard. He really is an amazing kisser. He knows the right amount of tongue, coupled with the right amount of sucking and just a tiny bit of bite to drive me insane. It's addictive. hypnotising, dangerous. His hands go to the front of my jeans again and this time I let him unzip them all the way and he slides his hand inside, clasping me between my thighs outside my underwear. I hear his sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck... you're wet," He groans against my mouth. I should maybe feel a little embarrassed, by the fact that he knows now exactly how much I want him, but in actual fact, the sound of him saying those words as he kisses and touches me only turns me on more. He strokes me in tender circular motions as I undulate into him, feeling a little cheated because I need his hands directly on me, skin to skin.

I move backwards, further onto my bed and he removes his hand and pulls my jeans down my legs. I help him by arching my body up, and then I grip the hem of my top and pull it over my head, dropping it behind me on the floor. When I look back at him he stares into my eyes a long moment before he starts to move them down my body, taking in every single inch of me including my feet.

Internally I congratulate my foresight in choosing one of my most expensive lace underwear sets - an ivory silk and lace balcony style that cost a small fortune from a boutique in Paris which makes my average sized boobs look ample and generous. Jake certainly seems pleased with them anyway. He runs his hand over his mouth as he stares at me, as though deciding what to do next. He looks hungry again.

When he moves towards me I decide fast, and I bring my foot up, pressing it gently against the hard front area of his jeans to keep him at bay. He looks at my foot, then up to my eyes with a bewildered expression on his face.

"I'm almost naked, and you're not. Not even a little. I'm at a disadvantage again. I always seem to be at a disadvantage with you," I say. My voice is breathy and husky and I'm rather proud of its allure.

I want to see him naked properly before I let him remove another item of my clothing. I want to ogle him from a place of relative safety and relish every moment of it. Apparently my transformation to wanton, shallow nympho is complete. He looks at me for a moment, expression unreadable before nodding.

"You want me naked Alex? That what you're saying?" he smiles.

I nod and Jake licks his lips and smiles that delicious smile of his. The clench that happens in my womb is warm and tight but he doesn't move, not an inch, he just continues to stare at me with that gaze of his burrowing into me, stoking me with need. I decide to up the ante a bit so I lick my lips slowly and shape them into a soft pout. Finally, he nods and his hands come up to the second button of his shirt and he unbuttons it before moving straight on to the next one.

"A little slower please," I tell him and he lets out a quiet laugh. Clearly I'm on a roll.

"Your house. You're in charge," He tells me with a nod. I wonder then if I were in his house if he would be in charge? The idea makes me a lot warmer; the idea of Jake taking charge of my body and using it for his pleasure sends jolts of pure heat up my thighs and the place where they meet.

He slows the movement of his hands and continues to strip out of his shirt. His hands look steady and controlled, whereas mine are having trouble holding me up as I lean back on them on the bed trying to look seductive and in charge. In truth, my whole body is threatening to explode into a watery mess all over my Cath Kidston bedspread.

Only one thought comes to mind as his shirt hits the floor and it's not complex. It's three simple words.

Oh my god.

I didn't think men in real life actually had bodies like his, not really. He's the kind of thing you see on billboards or in men's health magazines. I was sure he looked after himself, worked out, and ate well because I saw and felt the hard lines of his body over his clothes but I needed to see it to really believe it. He's stunning. Aside from the tattoos, his upper body is perfectly toned, his neck and shoulders muscled and shapely as is his hard flat stomach. On the right side of his abdomen just above his waistband is a tattoo of the initials "CW", a heart with the roman numerals "XI IV".

My heart constricts a little. He wanted to remember someone he loved. He actually marked himself with the memory so he wouldn't forget her. I look away from that one and back up his body to where tattoos cover every corner of his perfect body and arms, black swirling shapes and words which are all very well done.

I'm not a tattoo person; I've never understood people who mark their skin permanently with designs that will lose their allure and importance over time. I'm not thinking that now though, nor that this permanence of ink spoils his perfect body, what I'm thinking is that the end result is a breathtaking and striking sight. As I bring my eyes back to his I find again that he's watching me intently. He looks pleased by whatever he finds on my face.

He moves his hands to his belt and rests them on the buckle before raising his eyebrows at me. I lean back a little more on the bed and look at my watch, which makes him chuckle low in his throat, but also does the trick because he starts to unbuckle it slowly. Why on earth did I say slowly? What was I thinking? He unbuttons the top button on his jeans and then stops, leaving them hanging there, open a little so that I can see the dark hair leading down into tight white boxers. I honestly think I might orgasm just by thinking about what's in there. He's sex personified. His body is made for it, his mouth is made for it and the look on his face promises it. A light sweat breaks out over my whole body as I imagine what it's going to feel like with him. When he doesn't move further I wonder what to do now, now that we seem to be at some sort of sexual stalemate.

"Why did you stop?" I whisper, trying to keep my eyes on his and not on the almost unbuttoned front of his jeans.

"Because I like seeing that look on your face," He says.

"What look?"

"How much you want me..." His face is a picture of desire and satisfaction and it makes every hair on my body stand on end. I should probably just start panting and beg him to take me long and hard. He moves toward me, taking something out of his pocket as he does and places it on the bedside table. He uses his knee to open my legs and comes to stand in between them reaching out to tilt my head up to him. "How much do you want me Alex?" He asks quietly. As I stare up at him, my chin level with the opening of his jeans as I realise I can't think straight let alone speak. I look away shyly, and my eyes go over to the bedside table to see what he took out of his pocket. The foil packet is illuminated by my bedside lamp. Surely he couldn't have thought he'd be going to bed with me? Surely he didn't think I was that easy?

"Did you come here expecting this?" I turn my head back to him. I stood him up, he was livid, and yet somehow he still expected that I'd fall into bed with him? That's sexual arrogance to the nth degree.

"What? No, of course not," He shakes his head. "I'm just always... prepared," He shrugs with a small smile.

I honestly don't know what to think of that. So women either throw themselves at him with that much frequency, and he complies with that much frequency, that he carries condoms around for the purpose, or he's just very safe and sensible with his sex life. The medical practitioner in me hopes it's the second. Oh what does it matter now? It's too late for second thoughts. There is absolutely no way I'm not having him. Not now.

"Well aren't you a good little boy scout." I say with a smile I know isn't completely genuine. As his eyes darken I suspect he noticed.

"There's not a lot that's good about me baby. You should know that right now. I'm not one of your nice guys," He says. His voice is serious and the sliver of doubt I had a moment ago magnifies. But then he leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue slipping into my mouth and it drowns away all the doubts. I want him and I need this to happen. I open my eyes to see that he's just kissed me with his eyes open.

He pulls back and licks his lips. "I really want you to take my trousers off now. But since this is your house and you're the boss here, it's totally up to you," He smiles.

I glance at the hardness straining his trousers. God I want to see him, to touch him, maybe even taste him. I move forward to perch on the edge of the bed and reach up to pull the zip on his jeans down, glancing up at him as I do. Then I put my hands on his hips and pull his boxers and jeans down together, a small gasp escaping my mouth as I'm faced with the full glorious naked sight of him. He's almost fully erect and the end of him is moist, the skin of his penis smooth and clean, and like the rest of him looks utterly edible. It dawns on me immediately that he's rather large. Of course he's is. Suddenly his sexual arrogance makes total sense. Arrogant sexy Jake Lawrence just happens to be well endowed. He steps out of his jeans and kicks them away.

"Lie down Alex," He commands. So Jake gives orders in bed too apparently. I obey, slowly lying backwards on the bed as he stands and stares down at me. I can't stop looking at the sheer size of it - of him. I'm not even entirely sure he'll fit inside me. Has that ever happened to anyone? That it simply doesn't fit? He seems to catch on to my thought direction because he looks down at himself and then back up at me. He's smiling when he does.

"Pretty impressive aren't I?" he says with a low chuckle. Hilarious. He's making a joke of his enormous cock.

"You could have someone's eye out with that." My tone is nervous as I smile back at him.

"I promise to be very gentle with you. This time," He says and then his hands are on my knickers and he slides them down and off in one quick movement. He picks my foot up and kisses the inside of it before running his mouth up my inner thigh, kneading my legs with strong warm hands as he gets higher. Then, without taking his eyes off mine, he opens my legs wide and kneels down and then suddenly, shockingly, desperately, his mouth is licking me there.

"Oh god..." I moan. It's a bare whisper of a sound and my eyes close over as he slides his tongue inside me. He moans too, a raw and animalistic sound that sends a jolt right where his mouth is. Jake's mouth is masterly as always as he begins to lick and suck and nibble, flicking his tongue expertly over the throbbing magnetised spot. When I open my eyes and look down, he's watching me with a rapt expression on his face.

"I've thought a lot about how you'd taste Alex. About how good your cunt would taste in my mouth," He growls before putting his mouth back on me. Good god. He thought about how my what would taste? Did he really just say that word? Did I really just like the sound of him saying that word? Yes I did. I really did. "I want you to come for me baby. In my mouth," He says, making another of those low groans. Oh dear god...

I bite my own hand to stop from screaming, fisting the bed sheets with the other as I move myself against his mouth. Then with an artful squeeze of his lips on my clitoris, and a few slow circular movements of his tongue inside me, I come. I come into his mouth like he told me to, rolls of exquisite bone softening pleasure coursing through me as I move brazenly against his beautiful talented mouth.

My stomach clenches and my legs shake as he seems to suck every single drop of me and merely the sight of him down there is enough to make me come again. He's staring at my most intimate place as he sucks and licks the inside of my thigh, his eyes heavy and hungry with desire. He kisses my opening a final time before he crawls up my body and kisses me hard on the mouth, grinding his now very hard erection against the outside of my thigh. I can feel my own warm wetness on his mouth as he slides his hand down my body, running a hand outside my bra over my nipple. It's hard and tender and he circles it with his thumb before pulling the fabric down and around it to expose my breast to him. The cold air stings before he moves his head and puts his mouth over it and begins to suck, soft at first and then harder before repeating the process on the other.

I watch him do all this through hazy half drunk eyes as I caress his head, running my fingers through his hair and tracing my fingernails back and forth across the dark shapes of his tattoos on his shoulders, arms and back. His mouth on my nipple teeters just on the cusp of being painful as he sucks and bites it, and the feel of his light stubble on the sensitive skin of my breast making it tingle and throb.

"Mmm, I could definitely get used to making you come," He whispers against my breast. God I could too. I want him to do it again. Now. Please don't tell me I'm addicted to that too. As he traces his mouth across my breasts and down to my belly he makes gorgeous little groaning noises, like a contented animal might make.

"Let me see you again," I hear him say. For a moment I wonder what he means and then he kisses the top of my left thigh and tentatively I open my legs. I've never been so brazen in my life. He doesn't touch me there though; he just looks at the most intimate part of me with his mouth slightly open. "I like that my mouth has been here now, and that I made you come with it," he says, leaning forward to kiss me where I came. His hand massages the top of my thigh, tantalizingly close, but not close enough, as his thumb rubs me there but not on. The desire to have him inside me is torture. Why is he torturing me? He's being too gentle - like a feather when I need a riding crop. "Did you imagine this too? Me inside you?" he whispers sounding hoarse. I nod and moan my confirmation and he smiles from the corner of his mouth and it's so bloody sexy. Everything he says and does is so bloody sexy. His finger slips inside me and I moan, and he makes a soft growling noise. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," He whispers. I can't say that. I do want him to but I simply can't say that.

"I want you," Is what I do say, what I can say.  His eyes are bright and filled with need when I look at them. "Please, now." I add. I indicate where I need him and a wicked smile spreads across his face.

He crawls up my body and kisses me again. "I need you ready for me." He whispers against my mouth.

Ready for him? Is he blind? Deaf?

I feel him slip his another finger inside me and I almost break apart. It's not nearly enough but it's better than one and it eases the pressure a little. I lie back down on the bed and surrender myself totally to him. "Fuck, I want to be in every part of you..." I hear him mumble then his tongue is in my mouth and his fingers are in my heat as his erection throbs hard and hot against my thigh. I gasp and moan as he starts to move his fingers, circling them before rubbing around the outside of me, massaging my spot before sliding them back in. The placement of his fingers is deep and practiced while he nestles them inside he spreads me wider with them too.

Suddenly, I realise how selfish I've been. I've barely touched him. Which is bizarre because all I've ever wanted to do since I set eyes on him is touch and kiss and taste him. I move to put my hand between his legs, wrapping my hand around his velvety smooth hardness.

"Don't Alex," He groans, jerking away from my touch. He doesn't want me to touch him? I feel embarrassed somehow.

"I can't touch you?" I pant. His movement slows between my legs.

"Yes. Fuck of course you can. It's just...I'm struggling here. If you touch my cock right now," He shakes his head. "No fucking chance." He smiles a small pained smile and kisses me again more fiercely this time. My hands grip his head to pull him deeper into my mouth and his fingers start their beautiful movement inside again.

"Jake I'm going to...." I moan as I move against his fingers, urging them on.

He stops kissing me and looks at me, his face a picture of gorgeous enthrallment. "I want you to look at me when you come Alex," It's another order and another wave of heat washes over me.

I nod and he brings his mouth to mine, his tongue mirroring the movement of his fingers, the same tempo of in and out, and deep and stroke. It's so erotic. He seems to sense my climax a moment later and separates our mouths to lift his head to watch as the heat crashes up and outwards. I dig my fingers into his back as wave after wave of hot numbing pleasure washes over me. Our eyes stay locked until my body slows and the white heat of my climax ebbs away. I feel soft and warm and totally spent - and he hasn't even made love to me yet. As I lie there enjoying the soft buzz that's settled on the surface of my body with my eyes closed I can feel him looking at me. I can feel the heat of his eyes on me. Like I always can.

Normally I'd feel self-conscious in this kind of situation with a new lover. Not that I'd had many new lovers, but lying here scattered, pleasured and spread open would normally make me feel vulnerable. Nothing was normal with him though. Nothing about him, or being with him felt even remotely normal. It all feels abnormal, extraordinary even. If I'd known for a second it would feel like this with him then I would never have fought it. Never. Every woman deserves to feel like I feel in this moment. Totally desired, completely satisfied and alight with the anticipation of what's still to come.

I feel his weight shift and he kisses me gently before leaving my body space. I open my eyes to see him move to the bedside table. I can't help but want to touch him somewhere and so I reach up and scratch my nails gently down his smooth, muscular back, which is glistening with a light sweat. He turns around and gives me a look filled with so much desire that my body begins to feel needy again. Have I ever came twice and been ready so quickly for a third? No, but then I've never been looked at like that by him.

"Hmmmm," he says quirking an eyebrow at me. "Why are you still not totally naked yet? You have me at a disadvantage here," He smirks. I hear the foil rip and see his hands move between his legs.

"I'm almost naked,"

"Almost isn't enough."

"I was a little distracted. Anyway I assumed you'd be the one getting me naked. You did a half job of it," I point out.

"What were you distracted by?" he asks smiling. I put my finger to my mouth and look upwards as if I have no clue. "Well I like that I distract you. And you're right. I did a half job. Not normally my style," he smiles and turns back round.

I sit up and unclasp my bra trying my best to look graceful and desirable, even though I'm pretty sure taking off a bra can't be done sexily unless you're a stripper. Did I really just wish I were a stripper?

As I drop it to the floor he turns back around and his eyes blaze causing that warm spreading sensation in my stomach to start up again. He moves over me, settling himself between my thighs, his slightly intimidating hardness lying thick and hot against my hypersensitive skin.

He stares down into my eyes for a few moments as he holds himself up with a strong muscled arm. The atmosphere seems to have shifted from erotic to something else. It feels more intimate and more intense  somehow and neither of us speaks for what feels like hours. I stare at his face as he traces his eyes and then his fingers over my face looking at me, through me, and into me.

"So beautiful..." his fingers skim my lip, and then down to my chin and down my neck before he places his hand flat on my chest. "You're so fucking beautiful do you know that?" He breathes, leaning down to kiss me chastely on the mouth. "I've thought about this since the first moment I saw you," his voice is quiet and sincere (I think). I gaze at his full mouth and the flushed golden skin of his face and wonder how much of what he's saying now is part of his usual charming technique. It's definitely not how I thought he'd talk in bed. And if it is part of his technique then since he has me now this kind of talk is no longer really necessary. "I haven't stopped thinking about fucking you Alex," His voice is a whisper. Oh now there it is. How I thought his pillow talk would actually go. It makes me smile and I close my eyes.

"Look at me," He says, shifting his body over mine a little.

My eyes flutter open to stare at him. God he looks serious. And strong. Dangerously strong. The corded muscle on his neck is strained and his shoulders and arms look more than capable of holding him up. Both of us up if need be. His mouth is parted and wet, totally kissable. Yes, definitely a man made for having sex. For making women come. I'm lucky to have at least one night of pure unadulterated lust with this man. I'll take that.

"Do you want me inside you now?" he says quietly and my womb clenches tightly. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," I nod. He waits a moment and then leans down to kiss me, licking my mouth as he moves the tip of his hardness to my opening, resting it just at the entrance.

"I want you to look at me when I put my cock inside you," he tells me, kissing me again. "If you close your eyes again I'll stop, okay?" I'm not thinking straight enough to analyse the point of this - another of his techniques perhaps - so I just nod and then he moves the tip inside me. The scorching heat is immediate and the feel of him makes me gasp aloud. Then he feeds himself inside me so painfully slowly that my whole body begins to thrum and tremble under the pressure. He looks so focused, glancing down at where he's entering me but always returning to my eyes a moment later. It's clichéd but it feels like he's penetrating my soul with his eyes as he penetrates my body.

It's without doubt the most intense sexual experience of my life.

A warm sweat breaks out across my whole body, and my eyes close over on a moan as the pressure and the feel of him teasing himself inside me gets too much.   Quick as a flash I feel him pull out and I'm left with only the feeling of emptiness and coldness. My eyes fly open to glare at him.

"What did I say?" he looks strained but slightly amused. At first my head isn't functioning so I don't know what he's talking about. Then I remember. If you close your eyes I'll stop, okay?

"Sorry, I was trying..." I say meekly.

"Try harder," He orders. Slowly he begins to push himself in again, and I make sure my eyes are open and looking into his gorgeous green ones as he does. The feeling is more intense this second time, and more like rapture. He really is a tight fit, but I feel my body grab onto him from the inside, greedy and possessive. He gets further than last time and as I stretch open for him, I dig my hands into the soft skin of his muscular back to pull him closer and balance out the sensation.

"Fucking hell," he moans as his eyes close over. Perhaps the eye contact part is over now because he's all the way in? He is all the way in isn't he? He has to be, there can't possibly be any more of him. He brings his head down and kisses me, holding onto my bottom lip gently with his teeth. To try and ease the torturous heavenly pressure of him throbbing but not moving inside me I undulate under him, craving him, craving the force of friction of him moving in me.

"Do you want me to fuck you hard or slow baby?" he asks, a small smirk settled on his face now. Oh he's a sadist.

"I don't know, Jake...please...just, please..." I pant pathetically, desperately, as I hold his gaze and plead with him.

"Always so fucking polite aren't you?" he smiles. "One day I'll get you to beg me to fuck you hard Alex, I promise you that," he whispers close to my mouth.

"Ok... Please just... Jake.. I need you," I manage.

At my words a strange look passes over his face that I don't entirely understand but it feels intense. I think I've done something wrong again because very slowly he starts to pulls out of me. Oh god no, please no. His face is a mask of concentration as he withdraws slowly but then his eyes flash wide and he thrusts into me fully. Deliciously. Finally.

The noise that comes from my throat is strangled and unlike any noise I've ever made before. He groans deep in his throat and the sound does something deep inside of me. I love hearing him moan, the noises he makes are all part of him and make him sound so raw and so carnal. I feel him shift, and he leans up to watch himself moving in and out and the sight of him doing that is so completely erotic and so utterly sensual that I find I can't look away.

"Fuck Alex..." he moans as he thrusts, alternating between hard and gentle and deep and circular in a perfect harmony of movement. He kisses and licks at my mouth as his hands roam my body, and then his fingers are in my mouth and I'm sucking and biting him as my eyes close over and my body continues to meets his. Each thrust of our bodies feels more and more intense and as I feel myself get close again I pull his mouth to mine, and bite hard on his lip. This time he does cry out in pain. My hands try and pull him deeper into me, pulling at his hair and scratching at his back to do all I can think of to get him closer.

With his mouth close to my ear he licks me and I hear him whisper. "I want you to come around my cock Alex. I want to feel you come while I'm inside you," Holy Christ. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming forceful and insistent as he orders me to come for him, whispering the order in my ear as he bites and nibbles at my neck. A second later I'm gone, moaning and screaming his name without embarrassment as I orgasm once more under his command.

"That's it baby," He kisses my neck and throat and fucks me as the climax courses through me. "That's it,"

Jake's movement changes and he widens my legs and sits up and slides his hands up and over my breasts and down to hold my hips as he pulls me into him with sharp forceful thrusts. He's close. He holds my hip with one hand and places the other flat on my chest as he stares at me. Then he tilts his head back and curses before cowering over my body to kiss me, holding onto my mouth and sucking my tongue as the curses become long moans as he empties himself inside me. His moans are low and raw and primal and they touch something deep inside me. I can't think. Or breathe. He feels so good and I'm so hot. I feel boneless, and weightless as I wrap my legs around him trying to keep him inside, desperate for him to feel as good as I do.

"Fucking hell..." he breathes raggedly against my neck. He slows to a stop and turns his head to kiss down my face before biting me gently on the chin. I giggle, and he growls playfully in his throat, an adorable little sound that reminds me of a puppy. He stays inside of me, kissing my forehead and my nose before finally touching his lips to my mouth. He's a ton of muscle on top of me but he's not suffocating. He's a comforting, necessary weight, like a paperweight in a windy room.

His smell, and heat is a comforting enveloping blanket that I could have on top of me indefinitely. Then, because I thought that of course, he shifts and separates our bodies and comes to lie on his back next to me. I feel his stick skin touch my own as we wait for our breathing to return to normal. When I glance around to look at him I'm pleased to see he looks sated and satisfied too. I really hope it was as good for him as it was for me. His face is flushed, his hair mussed and his lips wet and kissed looking. Pride and something else shoots through me. I did that. Me. When he turns his head on the pillow to look at me, lust roars again at the sight of that sharp canine smile as he smiles at me. He's incredible. A sexy, gorgeous, deadly incredible that makes me feel way out of my depth.

"Well I knew it would feel like that with you," He says, still sounding a little breathless.

My breath falters. "Like what?"

He shrugs and closes his eyes. "You know. Like that."

Do I know? I know that it felt amazing, and intense and mind blowing. Is that what he means? Is that always how sex is for him? I'm not always that good. It's never been that good for me.

When I say nothing he opens his eyes and a worried look comes over his face. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"What? No, you didn't," I shake my head. He relaxes, and then nods, smiling again.

"Well Doctor, I wish I could say the same about you. I think you ripped the skin off my back and my lip might still be bleeding. You always so fucking violent? What the fuck happened to your bedside manner?" He grins and sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.

I flush of embarrassment washes over me. I scratched him. I did. I remember that. "Hmmmm... I think you'll live." I say leaning over to inspect his lip. It looks a little swollen, and a lot kissable.

"Well that's good," he leans up to kiss me and I feel him semi hard against my leg. "Because I wouldn't mind doing that again. A lot." He says his voice is low. He skims his hand up and over my stomach, resting it in the middle of my chest over my heart. It's good thing that I'm lying down because I may have just swooned. He wants to do it a lot. I can almost hear the hallelujah music in my head. Then it's muffled by the sudden need to pee.

"I'll be right back." I say springing up from the bed.

As I walk around the bed I glance at him and I swear the image of him lying naked and semi-hard on my bed incurs a double take. He looks like something from a fantasy - hard muscles framed by tattoos and the lustful wicked smile he's giving me is something I never thought I'd see in my lifetime. I'm definitely rejoicing in my decision to throw caution to the wind right now. He is definitely one for the future memory bank. When I'm old and grey I can say, "Jake Lawrence - what a fine specimen of a man he was."

I smile to myself as I walk to the en-suite, picking up my bathrobe from the chair and wrapping it around me as I go. He watches me the whole way and I revel in it.

"That wont be on for long Alex...trust me. I wont do a half job next time," He smiles sleepily. I shake my head at him as I close the bathroom door. In the bathroom after washing my hands and brushing my teeth, I stand in front of the mirror to look at myself.

I look well and truly seen too.

Of course I do because I just had intense, mind-blowing sex with Jake Lawrence and not just in my head this time. It actually happened. I run my fingers over my mouth slowly and close my eyes as I remember the feel of his lips on mine and the feel of his body on and in mine. I comb my hand through my hair before taking a deep breath and opening the door quietly. No point standing in the bathroom fantasizing about him when I have the real thing naked in my bed.

As I come out to the bathroom his arm is up over his eyes and he doesn't remove it as I come closer. I decide to leave my robe on so as not to appear too eager. He can take it off for me. His body is still and his breathing even and soon I realise why - he's sound asleep. Gloriously naked and sound asleep on my bed. I watch him for a few moments hating my bladder with a fierce passion before sliding into bed under the covers next to him. He looks so peaceful. He's on top of the quilt and so I pull the throw from the foot of the bed over him. Although when I settle in next to him I think the cover become sort of redundant because he is, as always, a human furnace.

It'll be strange having someone sleeping next to me after all this time. Not to mention that person not being Ben. I decided pretty quickly after Ben left that I liked having my king size bed to myself. But as I look down at Jake I decide that tonight l will definitely make an exception. As I stare at him for a few moments I wonder if he dreams and if so what about, then I reach over his body and switch off the lamp. My eyes get heavy as soon as my head hits the pillow and I drift off to sleep feeling very satisfied, very comfortable, and very warm.

I also feel a weird sense of pride that I managed to tire him out.

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