- Katie Ashley
- Atlanta, GA, United States
- I am the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling author of The Proposition, Proposal, Music of the Heart, and Nets and Lies. I am represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich for all books except for Proposition and Proposal.
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Monday, March 11, 2013
In this scene, Jake and Abby have sneaked out of a formal party and are lounging out by a massive fountain in the courtyard.
I winced as I crossed my leg so I could massage one of my aching feet. “Ugh.”
“Here let me," Jake offered.
A sexy gleam burned in his blue eyes. “You know I would never pass up the opportunity to touch you—even if it is your nasty, sweaty feet.”
“Hey now,” I replied as I scooted back on the cement foundation. I swung both my legs up to rest my feet in Jake’s lap.
After he began the massage, he asked, “Feel good?”
My eyelids fluttered before I closed my eyes. “Mmm, you have magic fingers.”
Jake chuckled. “You have no idea, babe.”
I squinted one eye at him. “Watch it.”
When he dug his hands into the arch of my feet while working the sole as well, I forgot all about his comment. “Oh God,” I moaned, throwing my head back.
Scooting over, Jake’s body pressed closer against mine. His breath came scorching against my neck. “Damn, Angel, if I get that kinda response from just massaging your
feet, I can’t wait to see what happens when I—”
“Don’t even go there, naughty boy!” I cried, shoving him away.
Not realizing my own strength, Jake wobbled before flailing backwards and crashing into the fountain. I held on to the sides for dear life so I wouldn’t go in with him. At the horrific splash, I covered my mouth in horror. His legs, that still hung over the concrete side, were the only things dry. He spewed water out of his mouth from where his head had momentarily gone beneath the water. “Oh my God!” I murmured behind my hand.
Propped on his submerged elbows, a stunned Jake stared up at me for a few seconds. Then a smirk stretched across his drenched face. “Besides nailing me in the balls, I think that is the second most epic cock-block you’ve ever given me, Angel!”
I held up my hands. “I’m sorry. I so didn’t mean to do it!”
“You’re just too sassy for your own good. I think you need some cooling off.” A wicked gleam flashed in his clear blue eyes.
I wagged my finger at him. “Oh no. Don’t you dare!” I cried, trying to scramble away.
The next thing I knew Jake’s strong hands were gripping my waist. “No don’t!” I screamed futilely before he hoisted me up and dragged me over the side. I squealed as the first deluge of icy fountain water pricked over my exposed skin like tiny little knives.
Huffing and puffing, I tried to adjust to the temperature as water cascaded down the front of my dress and other areas. “You bastard!” I cried, splashing Jake in the face.
He chuckled as he rubbed his eyes. “You pushed me first.”
“But I didn’t mean to get you wet.” I glanced down at my dress. “Ugh, I’m soaked through.”
He waggled his brows. “I like you wet.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course you do.” On wobbly legs, I pulled myself to my feet. “I’m sure this dress is practically see through now.”
Jake’s hungry gaze roved over me. “Almost.” Taking my arm, he jerked me back down next to him. Cupping my face with his hands, he stared into my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”
Leaning in, he kissed a trail across my wet cheek before hovering precariously over my mouth. Tenderly, his lips pressed against mine. Pulling away, he stared into my eyes to gauge if I was okay with what he was doing. “Please,” I whispered before bringing my mouth to his.
This time his lips were hungry as they worked against mine. When I gasped with pleasure, he thrust his tongue in my mouth to swirl around my own. The world around me began to spin in a dizzying flurry. I couldn’t get enough of him. My fingers raked through the wet strands of his hair. When I tugged them, a low growl came from the back of his throat, causing me to jerk away.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
Jake’s hooded eyes opened, and he gave me a crooked grin. “No, baby, that wasn’t wrong. I liked it.”
Heat warmed my cheeks. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for doing something hot.” When I started to protest, he shook his head.
“You’ll learn, Angel, and until then, nothing you could possibly do would ever make me not want you.” His teeth grazed against my bottom lip. “Mmm, you taste sweeter tonight than before.”
With my chest heaving under his intense gaze, I panted, “It must be the chocolate covered strawberries.”
His thumb rubbed back and forth across my lip. “Regardless of what you’ve had, I always like the way you taste.” He then replaced his thumb with his tongue. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips.
Gripping my waist, he pulled me over to straddle him in the water. His hands ran up my back and tangled into my wet hair. Something took over within me, and I began to move my hips. I rose up and then fell back against him. “Oh Angel,” Jake groaned into my mouth as he bucked his own hips against mine.
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as the friction started to get to me. But I was brought out of my haze of desire when out nowhere beams of water and light shot all around us. On the hour, the fountain put on a show, and we were right in the middle of it. I squealed as the hard streams beat against my back and head.
“Son of a bit-” Jake started before he was drowned out by a spray of water to the mouth.
It was then that I began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. As the water sprayed around us, I bent double, shaking from amusement. When I peered up at Jake through my drenched strands of hair, he was wiping his eyes both from the water and from laughter. “I think you can mark that as your third most epic cock-block!” I said.
“Fucking fountain!” he shouted with amusement while kicking up his leg and splashing waves around us.