I felt his chest move with a laugh but Jake sat up and unbuttoned his blue shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on top of my discarded dress. I looked up at him from the bed as he reached for his belt, undoing it and pulling it off. He paused on the fly of his trousers but I nodded furiously and he smiled, unzipping and sliding them off so he was also now only in his underwear. His tall body was lean, but despite him saying he didn’t go to the gym, his chest was defined and I could see muscles in his arms that suggested he’d be strong enough to lift me. My eyes trailed down to notice that he was straining out of his boxers, just as excited as I felt.

He came back to lean over me, propping up on an elbow to look down at me on the bed. ‘You are so beautiful. Inside and out.’ He reached out to stroke my hair then touch my lips with his fingertips. Then he looked at me. ‘You said it had been three years… Are you sure you want it to be me?’

I thought about how attractive I found him, but also how attractive he made me feel. There was crazy chemistry between us. But it felt like there could be more to it. Like when Jake told me he liked me the way I was. He didn’t want me to change. He loved the clothes I wore. He thought I could do whatever I wanted. He didn’t want to let me down. ‘Yes, because you really see me.’

He smiled. ‘I see you. And I want you so much.’

‘I want you too.’

Jake’s eyes lit up and he caught my lips with his. His free hand traced the outline of my bra, slipping over the cup. I arched my back towards him and he moved from my lips to kiss down my chest, pulling my bra down to keep going, kissing my breast and then running his tongue over my nipple, hardening it instantly. He gave a contented sigh as he reached behind me and unclipped the bra, again tossing it away. He moved back, cupping my breast as his mouth returned to my nipple, and I let out an encouraging moan. My body was so eager, I should have been embarrassed but I could see by the look on Jake’s face that he was loving how responsive I was to him. He kissed down the centre of my chest then, trailing down towards my belly button. This time, my breath hitched. He carried on until he reached my underwear, kissing the fabric as I arched my back more to try to feel more pressure.

‘What now, baby?’ Jake said then. His voice gruff, his eyes black as he looked at me.

‘Take them off,’ I pleaded with him, glowing at him calling me ‘baby’.