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her bed and smiled. “That’s what I was hoping for,” he said before dropping a kiss onto her lips. “Now get up; we’re going on a date.”
Amber stretched and yawned. She hadn’t had much sleep the night before, because she and Jake had stayed up talking until almost three in the morning. Then, when they’d finally bid each other good night, she couldn’t sleep for thinking about their kiss earlier in the evening. Worry had also crept in because Jake hadn’t kissed her again, apart from a chaste peck on the forehead at her bedroom door.
“Shit please don’t do that,” Jake groaned and shook his head. Amber’s stretch had caused her chest to swell against the thin fabric of her pyjama vest top. “Morning wood is bad enough, but you’re killing me here, Freckles.”
Amber grinned. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Jake readjusting himself. “Sorry.” She reached down for the duvet and pulled it back up to her chin. “So, what do I need to wear for this date?” she asked trying to change Jake’s focus from her braless breasts.
Jake blew out a long breath and dragged his eyes away from her chest. “What? Oh, jeans or trousers. And none of those skyscraper shoes of yours.”
Amber flopped back against her pillows and watched Jake as he moved towards the door. He was wearing a pair of blue tartan, cotton pyjama bottoms, nothing else, and looked gorgeous. She felt a throbbing need in the pit of her stomach to run her nails down the channel of his back, and then trace them around the dimples at the top of his tight backside. As Jake turned back to face her Amber’s lust levels rose considerably and she bit on her bottom lip to suppress a groan. The thin cotton rested on his slim hips and she could see his dark blonde treasure trail leading to an obvious bulge. Realising what she was looking at, Jake grinned and moved closer to the bed. He could see the desire in her eyes multiplying with each step he took. He loved that he could do that to her – what man wouldn’t love to know that they could turn a woman on as beautiful as Amber?
“Breakfast is nearly ready, by the way,” Jake said, basking in the heat of Amber’s gaze, and imagining how it might feel to have her hands on him. Amber swallowed hard as she noticed Jake’s pyjama bottoms tent a little more.
“Okay,” she replied breathily. “Just give me five minutes.”
“Will do.” With a wink, Jake turned and left the room.
Amber covered her face with her hands and let out a long, drawn out moan. “Oh shit,” she whispered. “I am definitely in need of some of that.”
Amber strolled into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway to watch Jake, as he put the finishing touches to their breakfast. His hair was messy, and he was still dressed only in his pyjama bottoms. As he reached into a cupboard for a plate, Amber’s eyes lingered on his back as his muscles flexed. Amber felt as though she was looking at a beautiful sculpture; all hard and smooth, with her fingertips itching to touch. She watched, mesmerised by his beauty. That had never been in doubt, it was just his attitude that she hadn’t taken a liking to. He was loud and brash; he spoke without thinking and had an abundance of self-assurance. But, aside from that he was a kind, generous, thoughtful man who was desperate to please. That was Jake, and Amber felt nothing but desire for him.
“You keep watching me like that and I’ll feel objectified,” Jake said over his shoulder.
“I wasn’t!” Amber protested.
“Liar.” Jake turned and walked towards her, a smile lighting up his face. “It’s okay though, Freckles,” he said as he cupped Amber’s chin. “I like it.”
Amber’s heart thudded and the throbbing need that she’d felt in her stomach earlier, now swiftly travelled down between her legs.
“Sit,” Jake said, turning Amber by her shoulders and manoeuvring her towards
Amber stretched and yawned. She hadn’t had much sleep the night before, because she and Jake had stayed up talking until almost three in the morning. Then, when they’d finally bid each other good night, she couldn’t sleep for thinking about their kiss earlier in the evening. Worry had also crept in because Jake hadn’t kissed her again, apart from a chaste peck on the forehead at her bedroom door.
“Shit please don’t do that,” Jake groaned and shook his head. Amber’s stretch had caused her chest to swell against the thin fabric of her pyjama vest top. “Morning wood is bad enough, but you’re killing me here, Freckles.”
Amber grinned. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Jake readjusting himself. “Sorry.” She reached down for the duvet and pulled it back up to her chin. “So, what do I need to wear for this date?” she asked trying to change Jake’s focus from her braless breasts.
Jake blew out a long breath and dragged his eyes away from her chest. “What? Oh, jeans or trousers. And none of those skyscraper shoes of yours.”
Amber flopped back against her pillows and watched Jake as he moved towards the door. He was wearing a pair of blue tartan, cotton pyjama bottoms, nothing else, and looked gorgeous. She felt a throbbing need in the pit of her stomach to run her nails down the channel of his back, and then trace them around the dimples at the top of his tight backside. As Jake turned back to face her Amber’s lust levels rose considerably and she bit on her bottom lip to suppress a groan. The thin cotton rested on his slim hips and she could see his dark blonde treasure trail leading to an obvious bulge. Realising what she was looking at, Jake grinned and moved closer to the bed. He could see the desire in her eyes multiplying with each step he took. He loved that he could do that to her – what man wouldn’t love to know that they could turn a woman on as beautiful as Amber?
“Breakfast is nearly ready, by the way,” Jake said, basking in the heat of Amber’s gaze, and imagining how it might feel to have her hands on him. Amber swallowed hard as she noticed Jake’s pyjama bottoms tent a little more.
“Okay,” she replied breathily. “Just give me five minutes.”
“Will do.” With a wink, Jake turned and left the room.
Amber covered her face with her hands and let out a long, drawn out moan. “Oh shit,” she whispered. “I am definitely in need of some of that.”
Amber strolled into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway to watch Jake, as he put the finishing touches to their breakfast. His hair was messy, and he was still dressed only in his pyjama bottoms. As he reached into a cupboard for a plate, Amber’s eyes lingered on his back as his muscles flexed. Amber felt as though she was looking at a beautiful sculpture; all hard and smooth, with her fingertips itching to touch. She watched, mesmerised by his beauty. That had never been in doubt, it was just his attitude that she hadn’t taken a liking to. He was loud and brash; he spoke without thinking and had an abundance of self-assurance. But, aside from that he was a kind, generous, thoughtful man who was desperate to please. That was Jake, and Amber felt nothing but desire for him.
“You keep watching me like that and I’ll feel objectified,” Jake said over his shoulder.
“I wasn’t!” Amber protested.
“Liar.” Jake turned and walked towards her, a smile lighting up his face. “It’s okay though, Freckles,” he said as he cupped Amber’s chin. “I like it.”
Amber’s heart thudded and the throbbing need that she’d felt in her stomach earlier, now swiftly travelled down between her legs.
“Sit,” Jake said, turning Amber by her shoulders and manoeuvring her towards
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