Take The Chance (A Limitless Novel) [Book 1]

Twenty-Nine

"Good night you two," Tom said as we walked through the front door after dinner.

"Night," Jake and I both said, watching Tom's back as he retreated up the stairs.

I turned towards the lounge room, avoiding all eye contact with Jake. Dinner had been a complete disaster. Jake had turned me into a complete bumbling fool the whole night, resting his hand on the small of my back to direct me to the table, whispering in my ear, laughing and just generally paying attention to me. It was so hot to have a guy hanging onto every word you said, and it was obvious that Jake knew this. He was playing dirty, appealing to the emotional side of me as well as the physical.

"Did you want to watch a movie?" he asked, his voice coming from behind me as he entered the lounge room as well. I turned around to face him, suddenly getting an idea.

"I'll go get into my pyjamas," I nodded my head, before I moved past him and headed up to my bedroom.

I searched through my underwear, pulling out my favourite white panties that I'd brought recently. I'd brought them because they had made my ass look amazing, but I was yet to figure out why I'd packed them to move across the globe. I changed into them and pulled my jumper off over my head, I contemplated wearing one of my band tops before I had an even better idea. I snuck across the hall and into Jake's room, thankful that Tom hadn't opened his door because he would have found me standing there in nothing but my panties and a bra. I closed Jake's door after me, before feeling around the wall for his light switch. I found it, flicking on the light to find a reasonably clean room in front of me. A king sized bed took up most of the room, other then that his room was pretty much the same as mine. Wardrobe taking up one side of the room, two beside tables with lamps atop of each and a door connecting to a bathroom. Unlike my room, Jake had a very large TV sitting on the wall opposite to the bed. I tried not to focus on the fact that I was finally in his room, instead I focused on why I was in his room.

I moved over to his wardrobe, pulling it open and grabbing the first top I could see. The fabric was worn and soft, a black Led Zeppelin top. The print was starting to fade, showing signs of wear and tear. I pulled it over my head anyway, bathing in the scent of Jake's laundry powder. The top ended just above the middle of my thighs, the perfect length for what I had in mind.

I turned towards the door, leaving the room exactly how I'd found it with the light off. I headed down stairs and found Jake in the kitchen, perfect.

He was sitting at one of the bar stools facing into the kitchen, eating a blue berry muffin that had obviously been brought by the band's assistants. He didn't look up when I entered the room, too busy reading something that was on his phone.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" I asked, before I went into the pantry to get the tea out. I re-entered the kitchen to find Jake was watching me, his eyes travelling down to my long exposed legs.

"No thank you," he shook his head, meeting my eyes again. I noticed something funny sitting in his eyes, his lips pressed together in a hard line.

I shrugged and turned towards the kettle, filling it up with water from the tap before I put it on the stove to boil. With my back still to Jake, I opened the top cupboard that housed the mugs. I reached up, feeling his top ride up and expose one of my but cheeks in my underwear. I smiled at the cupboard, pulling a mug out and placing it on the bench.

"Are you sure you don't want one?" I asked Jake, turning around and finding him watching me with a serious look on his face. He nodded his head and I turned back around.

I heard the sound of his bar stool moving against the tiles, signifying his movement from the chair. I drummed my fingers against the bench, waiting for the pot to boil.

I was taken by surprise when I felt Jake's presence behind me, so close and yet not close enough. He leaned down, his breath tickling my ear and neck. His hand was suddenly on my hip, his fingers grazing the skin there and setting my whole body alight. His hand pulled my body backwards, pressing every line of his body against mine. He used his hand to angle my hips towards his, the line of his hardening cock pressing against my hip even through his jeans. My breath caught in my throat, surprised by how things had turned out. I'd never thought it would lead to this, but the feeling of him against me was pure bliss.

"Is that what you wanted?" he breathed into my ear, taunting and teasing me. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, arching my back and moving my pelvis against his. He breathed out deeply, a small groan escaping his lips. Everything in me contracted at the sound of him groaning, groaning because of something I'd done.

I took hold of his hand that was against my hip, pulling his hand up and under his top I was wearing. I shivered at the feeling of his fingers trailing against my skin, sighing as he took control and his hand cupped my bra. I let my hand fall away, instead I reached up and cupped his neck; my fingers touching the softest and warmest skin on the back of his neck.

Jake pressed a kiss to my neck, before his hand freed one of my breasts from their jail in my bra. The material of my bra sat against my breast, making it sit higher and rounder. Jake's thumb ran across my nipple and I sighed, my hips pushing against his in response.

A knock at the door stopped both of us, neither of us moving away from each other. I didn't want to stop, I couldn't have cared any less about who ever was on the other side of the door. I wanted to do bad things to Jake in this kitchen, over and over all night. The person at the door could come back tomorrow for all I care. I just needed to have my way with Jake.

"Leave it," I breathed, finding my voice miraculously. Jake buried his face in the crook of my neck and groaned.

"It could be Bill," he mumbled into my shoulder. I sighed, knowing that the moment had been ruined. I stepped away from Jake, untangling myself from him and fixing my bra.

"Fine," I grumbled, turning around and looking him in the eye. He was regarding me with a strange look I'd never seen on his face, I hoped it was lust because I sure as hell was lusting for him. Looking him in the eyes made everything we'd just done feel more personal, as I realised the weight of what we had just done. "Just remember this Jackson, I put on my special panties for you," I told him, giving him a mock disapproving look before I left the kitchen. I headed upstairs as Jake made his way to the front door, the person knocking again as I made it to my bedroom. Jake opened the front door as I closed mine, finalising the nights events.

I fell into my bed, trying to control my breathing and wrap my head around what had just happened. I had never thought in a million years that the night would turn out like this. I covered my face with my hands, unable to stop myself from imagining what it would have been like if there hadn't of been the knock at the door.

I had no idea what this meant for Jake and I;all I knew was that it was going to be absolutely impossible to sleep now.