6. Jake

Chapter 6

Jake

My heart pounds in my ears as Ethan enters my cramped room. Unlike the suites the VIP guests get, as a staff member I was given a small apartment that I share with two more. We each have our own bedroom, but it’s the tiniest thing, comprising just a bed, a cabinet next to it and a narrow wardrobe.

Cold sweat peppering the back of my neck, I observe Ethan’s reaction as I lead him into the room. Any moment now he’ll make some comment. I wait for it, and then I wait some more as I take my spare coat out and hand it to him. He looks unfazed, as if he hasn’t even noticed, or cares, that I live in a storage room. I’m pretty sure it’s what this used to be.

Once he’s donned my spare winter parka, he stretches. It’s a little big on him, but in a cute way that brings warmth to my chest. My abs squeeze as I take him in wearing my jacket, and my cock gives a tiny jerk that, luckily, he doesn’t seem to notice.

God, if I thought prim and proper Ethan was hot, prim and proper Ethan wearing my clothes is ten times hotter. The thing smells like me, and now that means Ethan smells like me, too.

As if to fuel my sudden arousal even more, Mr. Irresistible pulls on the jacket’s collar and sniffs it absentmindedly. His eyelashes flutter a little and a tiny smile slides across his face. If I wasn’t so self-conscious right now and observing his every move, I would’ve missed it.

Still smiling without realizing it, he scans my room, then meets my eyes. “It’s a little big on me, but it’s warm. Thanks again.”

You are very welcome, Ethan. In fact, by all means, please undress and put on more of my clothes. It’s doing funny things to my stomach. Plus, you look absolutely adorable.

“Jake, you all good?” he asks, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

I focus back on the present, realizing his hand is draped across my forehead. My pulse skyrockets, loud and agitated, as heat spreads from the area he’s touching to the rest of me. It feels so good. He’s so careful, so tentative. I shiver and suck in a breath, riding out the waves of pleasure the simple contact unleashes. His fingers rub the space between my eyebrows gently. They are so smooth and elegant, not chaffed by physical labor. I bet they would feel amazing exploring my body.

“Jake?” Ethan repeats, a frown appearing on his handsome face.

I reach out and try to rub the lines out. It seems to catch him by surprise as he recoils and steps back, but then he relaxes and closes his eyes with a deep sigh.

“You zoned out. I thought you might be feeling unwell,” he says, melting as I add my other hand and move onto massaging his temples.

He’s so tense I can feel it seep into me. His entire body is wired up. He should be relaxing—it’s his holiday—but I guess it’s an extremely difficult thing to do for a workaholic like him.

“I’m fine, sorry. I just remembered that one time my cousin and I went to Alaska for a school trip. We were picked for this cultural exchange thingy. I underestimated how cold it could get. It’s a good thing he’d packed a second coat, or I’d have frozen to death.”

Ethan’s lips arch up. “I wasn’t meant to stay here. My flight was in the evening, the same day I arrived. But the storm surprised everyone and so I’m stuck here now.”

It’s shitty that this happened to him and that he doesn’t have clothes, but since it means I get to lend him my stuff, I suppose it was a blessing in disguise. For me at least.

“Ready to go on an adventure?” I say and retract my hands, brushing the corner of his mouth accidentally with one of them.

My fingers linger there of their own accord, pressing lightly. I’m transfixed by the softness and the color. By the fullness. My blood pounds in my ears. It’s the sweetest torture how kissable Ethan’s lips look right now. They form a cute cupid’s bow that I hadn’t noticed before. Then again, this is the closest I’ve been to him. I’m invading his personal space, touching his beautiful face.

And he hasn’t pushed me away yet.

Ethan’s tongue pokes out, wet and pink. My attention narrows down to it as he swallows, following its journey from one end of his mouth to the other. It leaves a slick trail in its wake, and when it reaches the corner I’ve claimed, it meets my finger.

I turn into a live wire. My every nerve ending feels the feather-light lick, shivers upon shivers of budding pleasure racing down my back. My dick throbs, pushing against my pants. The little smile on Ethan’s face grows into a sexy smirk even though he still hasn’t looked at me.

Overtaken by the urge for more, I trace the seam of his lips with my finger. His eyes snap open, the blue in them captivating me with its intensity. It’s dark. It invites me. I lean in, I can’t stop myself. Those eyes stay on me, unrelenting. Unafraid. Mesmerizing. Irresistible.

Slowly, I slot our mouths together. I am no longer in control of myself, the need to taste this man prevailing. I want him. I just want him too much and I can’t fight it.

He parts for me. I step in, flicking my tongue gently in search of entry. He welcomes me, wet warmth engulfing me gradually, and snakes one hand up my jaw. Desire assaults me, the touch and his taste of coffee and cream overwhelming my senses.

I moan, I can’t help it. My tongue tangles with his, slowly at first but then with more vigor as my hunger for him grows. He reciprocates, part of the dance, his thumb rubbing my cheek. My eyes roll back from how good it all feels. I’ve never kissed like this. My entire being participates, experiencing every sensation, every smell and noise. Our mutual, soft gasps fill the tiny room and our shared warmth flows between the two of us.

Fuck, this feels amazing. I’m going to lose my mind. It’s just a kiss, but I am on fire.

Needing to feel more of him, I place my hand at the back of his neck and press him closer to me. He lets out a tiny whimper and complies, deepening the kiss. Sparks tingle under my skin, sending tiny electrical pulses all over me. My cock is fully hard now, trapped and begging.

God. I need more. This was a mistake. I’m already addicted.

I pull on Ethan’s hair to adjust the angle of his head. He moans, the sound going straight to my balls. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to stop or I’m done for.

I don’t stop. I can’t, it’s physically impossible with the hold he has over me. He’s swept me off my feet with an impulsive kiss neither of us anticipated. Once it is over, everything changes. I’ll need to rethink my intentions toward him, because I don’t think I can just let him go after this.

I don’t know for how long we kiss. My knees are a little weak when we finally part and I am fighting a raging hard on. I glance at the prominent bulge tenting his tight suit pants. I think he is, too. Heat pools south, but I fight it, doing my upmost to reel in the need to jump this very tempting man I’ve invited to my room.

Ethan gazes at me for a few heartbeats, his cheeks a charming pink. He frowns, then clears his throat, and then frowns some more. I’m suddenly self-conscious, not really sure what to do or say. I didn’t plan to kiss him. It just sort of happened.

Luckily, Ethans seems a lot more in control of himself as he schools his very inviting expression into a neutral one. “Sorry about this,” he says in a hoarse voice that gets my blood pumping again. He clears his throat once more. “Shall we get going? You said you need to be back for the dinner service, and I’d hate to make you late.”

I try to stop myself, I really do, but the words spill out of me anyway. “For what just happened, I’d take being late every day.”

A shadow crosses over Ethan’s features. Oh, shit. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have said what I did, even if I meant it as a joke. Mostly. But before I can wave it off with some lame excuse, a grin splits his face. He graces me with his sexy laugh too, and in no time I am melting as one of my own bubbles out of me.

“I’m sorry, too. I got a little carried away myself, so, uh, don’t worry about it.” I scratch my head, then produce my spare woolen scarf. Not asking for permission, I put it on him and then tip my chin toward the window. “And now you are truly ready. Let’s go and have some fun!”