Three weeks.

That's how long Jake and I had been doing this. Sneaking around. Stolen hours at his apartment. Quick kisses in parking lots. Late-night phone calls where we talked until dawn.

Three weeks of the best and worst kind of torture.

Right now? Definitely the best kind.

"God, you feel so good," Jake groaned, hips snapping against mine as he drove into me. "So fucking tight. So perfect."

I couldn't respond. Could barely breathe. Just dug my nails into his shoulders and held on as he fucked me into my mattress with deep, powerful thrusts that had my headboard hitting the wall.

"Jake—" His name came out as a...