Under My Skin (Shady Falls Series Book 2)

by Shelly Davis

  Shifting, ready to flee, Jake’s hand slid from my face, down my throat, and to my shoulder where it stayed, stopping me from moving. Adjusting himself until he was right in front of me, I sat stone still waiting to see what he was going to say or do. I’d screwed up, but could he forgive this easily? “I do want to know one thing, why didn’t you ever come talk to me?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” I sighed. “I guess, I just kinda lost faith. My world was fallin’ apart. My mom and dad were gettin’ a divorce. They made me believe everything was perfect, only to find out it wasn’t. If their love fell apart, what chance did anyone else have?

  “I’d made you so mad. I don’t know what I coulda or woulda been able to say. Besides, do you know how intimidating it was listenin’ to how other girls talked about you? You coulda had any of them. I didn’t think you’d want me when you coulda had any of them.”

  “Mia, are you kiddin’? I didn’t ever want any of them. I wanted you,” he said moving closer. “Don’t you know how beautiful you are? You were the only girl I wanted from the time we were twelve years old.” He let out a long sigh. He sounded so frustrated. Then he moved closer. “How about now?” he asked. “Have you found your faith? Or are you still jaded?” His whispered words washed over my face. His lips so close, but still so far.

  “I have faith in you,” I whispered.

  “We didn’t lose anything, Mia,” he whispered. “No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get you outta my head or outta my heart. You’ve always been my girl.”

  “Every time I found myself in a bad situation, you were always there. Why?” I asked, refusing to meet his eyes. I needed to know if it was a mistake or by design.

  “Because I couldn’t leave you alone,” he whispered. “You were my girl, even if I thought I hated you. I wasn’t gonna let some asshole hurt you.”

  His words shocked me. They sent a swirling heat through my chest. He was always there for me. He always took care of me, even when he thought he hated me. He said I was his, in spite of the distance between us, I was his, but then my next question burst out of me before I could stop it.

  “Are you mine?” I asked, hesitantly. “I mean …” Tears built in my eyes, ready to spill over.

  He placed his finger over my lips, stopping me from talking. Smiling he took his other hand and smoothed it over my cheek, catching the lone tear that had escaped. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. His lips grazed across my hot skin. When he reached my ear, he breathed out, “I’ve always been yours.”

  His words made me brave, they filled me with a strength I hadn’t felt in years. Reaching out, I slid my hands around his neck and clutched his hair in my fingers. So much shorter than it was the last time I held him. So much shorter than even just weeks ago. I brought him towards me, my lips touching his for just a moment before, I pulled back and whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jake

  I couldn’t tell her how much I cared for her even after all these years. I had cared for her deeply and for most of our teenage years, but I wasn’t ready to open up like that again. I wasn’t sure if I could give in to what my body wanted with her, at least not yet. My body wanted her, craved her, especially when she tightened her grip around my neck and pressed herself into me. Her tiny fingers pulled at the short hair at the nape of my neck as she tried to hold me where she wanted.

  Ugh, she felt so damn good.

  Wrapping one arm around her waist, I held tight, running my other hand along her cheek, and lacing my fingers through her thick mane of curly hair.

  I pressed her mouth into mine, tasting her sweetness. My pulse swelled through my body, craving more. Every little squeeze and nibble was like lightning coursing through my veins. My hands tingled, and everywhere I touched made the raging inferno in my gut intensify.

  The longer we kissed, the more I desperately wanted her. I consumed Mia’s whimpers and shivers until my whole body ached for her. I had to touch her; my fingers yearned to touch every inch of her gorgeous body.

  My thumb rubbed circles in the small of her back, slowly inching the material up until I found bare skin. A shiver erupted through her as soon as my rough, calloused fingers made contact with her satiny soft skin.

  “Are you cold?” I asked, still caressing my hand over the small of her back. The need for her becoming almost impossible to ignore. But I knew I had to ignore the way my body screamed for her. We couldn’t let this go too far. We couldn’t let ourselves lose control.

  She hummed her response, pressing into me until I leaned into the back of the couch and she was splayed across my lap. Throwing one leg over mine, she sat in my lap, one leg on either side of my hips. She pushed her body into mine, and I wanted to rip the leggings off her so I could feel the bare skin on her thighs.

  She drove me crazy, her hips moving rhythmically into mine as we continued to devour each other’s moans.

  Sliding my fingers to her sides, I grasped her hips in my hands and pulled her as close as our clothes would allow. The skirt was hiked way above her thighs, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to get her out of her clothes and into my bed. The need I felt was nothing like I’d felt in years. I felt like I was sixteen again. Like this was the first time I touched a girl, this girl. My body was ready to explode with desire, but I needed to slow this down. We were supposed to talk, not rip each other’s clothes off.

  “Jake,” she moaned. Practically begging into my mouth. “Please. I need you so much. I’ve missed you so much.”

  She’d missed me? I pulled back and looked into her eyes. The green was a starburst in the center of her iris, overpowering the light brown. I could always read her emotions by the color of her eyes. Desire shined bright in her gaze, luring me in. But I also saw something else. Sadness? Longing? Something more? I just wasn’t entirely sure what it meant.

  “We should talk, Mia.” I said the words but I didn’t mean them, not really. I wanted nothing more than to be deep inside her, feeling her quiver and quake as I made her body feel every pleasure I could. But we needed to talk. I didn’t just want sex, not with Mia. But I also didn’t know exactly what I did want from her. We were just getting to know each other again.

  She shook her head, her eyes telling me she had no intention on stopping this. A small smile played on her lips. Lifting the hem of my black T-shirt, she pulled it over my head. She ran the tips of her fingers over the ridges and planes of my chest and stomach. She traced each muscle all the way down to my hips, and back up again, her eyes following the burning trail her fingers made across my torso.

  I shivered as she fingered the lines of my newest tattoo. A tribal image with thick black lines that extended from my right pectoral up and over my shoulder and down my bicep. It was an image depicting strength. Something I needed at that moment. Especially when her fingers found the script on my rib cage. ‘It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get up.’

  Her eyes came up and met mine, the vibrant green locking and staying as her fingers continued their exploration. She smiled. “Vince Lombardi,” she whispered. “I’ve always loved that quote.” And I knew it, we both loved it. We found it when we were kids and involved in sports, her gymnastics and my football and baseball. It spoke to both of us, drove us to be better and to never get knocked down. Over the years, it has come to mean more.

  The heat of her whispered words spread across my face as she leaned in and kissed my lips.

  I was ready to lose my shit. I needed to get my hands on her. I needed to feel her skin in my hands. Lifting the sides of her shirt I pulled it over her head, exposing her gorgeous full breasts straining beneath the pink lace of her bra and her smooth flat stomach.

  My eyes left hers, grazing down her exposed flesh as my hands kneaded and caressed her amazing body. ‘Love me for who I am’ was scrawled in a calligraphy type script across her russet skin just below her collar bone. The swirling characters spread to her shoulder where it met a sma
ll red and white stargazer lily. Her favorite flower.

  I had loved her for exactly who she was once. The only person in this world who knew Mia better back then was Toni. But misunderstandings and jealous adolescent minds destroyed the whole thing. We were too young for forever back then. Neither of us knew what was in front of us, it was doomed from the start. I didn’t know if there could be a second chance, but I sure as shit wanted to see what we could have, even if it wasn’t forever.

  Grazing my fingers across the words, I knew I had to stop this. She was the woman with whom I compared every other woman. Not one of them could live up to my memory of Mia. What if Mia couldn’t live up to the memories?

  “Mia, we should stop.” The words came out stiff and strained, but I meant what I said. I moved my fingers slowly over the swells of her perfect breasts and traced the line of her lace bra. Goosebumps erupting where my fingers traced.

  “I don’t want to stop, Jake,” she whispered as she moved her fingers low on my abdomen.

  A million things raced through my head, but none of those thoughts seemed to break through the unparalleled lust I had flowing through every inch of my body. I needed this woman more than I ever needed any other.

  Crushing my lips to hers, I massaged her breast through the thin material, while my other hand ran up her back and into her thick spiral curls. I loved her body, her hair, every part of her. I’d longed to have this woman in my arms again. She was so different from the girl I once knew but still very much the same. This Mia, this woman, was so much more than she used to be. She was just as beautiful, just as kind, but the years gave her a new found confidence and inner beauty that I loved.

  I moved my hand around her body to her back and pressed her chest to mine, loving the feel of her soft body pressed into my solid muscle. Massaging and caressing every part of her that I could reach, my mouth left hers and traveled down her throat.

  “I did love you for exactly who you were,” I mumbled to myself, but I swore she heard me when she sucked in a breath and her arms tightened around me, pulling my lips back to hers. She kissed me deep and long before releasing me enough for both of us to breathe.

  “I know you did,” she whispered into my mouth. “I loved you, too,” she admitted before taking control and kissing me again.

  Hearing her confession was almost more than I could handle. I wanted her more than anything back then, but I’d lost her. Having her here, now, was better than I could’ve imagined. The years seemed to melt away, making me feel like I was that seventeen-year-old kid again. If these feelings were real, maybe we could find what we couldn’t have all those years ago.

  Mia pulled away, sitting on my lap, looking down at me. The small smile stretching across her face made her so much more beautiful. There was heat and longing in her hazel eyes. I could find peace in her eyes.

  My eyes left hers, grazing down her body. I always loved how every part of her body contrasted mine. How our bodies recognized each other. We fit.

  “God, you’re so damn gorgeous,” I whispered.

  Smiling, she leaned in and kissed me again and I faltered, my heart jumping in my chest sending a warm current all over. Fuck. No matter how hard my head fought this, I knew what was happening. My heart wanted her, but my head said no way.

  Ignoring my conflicting emotions, I pulled her into me, grasping her hips in my hands, and standing in one motion. Whatever was gonna happen, wasn’t happening on this damn couch.

  Arms tightening around my neck, she squealed when I pulled her into me. “What’re you doin’?” she asked.

  “We’re goin’ to the bedroom.”

  “Think you’re gettin’ somethin’ from me? You’re pretty confident, aren’t ya?”

  “Not confidence,” I whispered, taking her mouth with mine. “I know a sure thing.” I gave her my biggest, cheesiest grin.

  “Oh really?” she asked. There was attitude in her tone, but her eyes lit up with challenge and amusement. The banter between Mia and me was always the most fun and real part of our relationship when we were kids. We could bicker and play around, but we could be serious and just be together.

  We moved as one, twisting and touching, pushing and pulling at each other’s clothes. We lay together, the lace of her panties and bra, and my boxers were the only things covering us. We were exposed to each other and nothing would separate us now. No past, no heartache, no pain. It was just us. Mia and Jake. Who we were meant to be.

  Mia didn’t say a word, she simply looped her arms around me and pulled me down on top of her, pressing her lips to mine. The scorching kiss completely undid me. Then we were nothing but a tangle of limbs, and a symphony of whimpers and moans. Touching and caressing every exposed inch of flesh we could reach. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe when her body was pressed against mine. Her beauty was unrivaled and I marveled at her.

  I kissed her lips, blazing a path down her throat and to the soft spot at the apex of her neck and shoulder, the place that used to drive her crazy.

  Our hearts raced as one. Trying to slow this down, I wanted to savor every shiver, every whimper, and every cry of pleasure escaping her beautiful mouth. I kissed, nipped, touched, and held her tight, but I didn’t go any further. I knew she was willing to do so much more, but there was no way I was going to fuck this up. I wanted this woman for more than just a short time. I wanted her for good.

  When had I decided she was it for me? And what the hell was I going to do about it?

  No woman, ever made me feel the way Mia made me feel. It sounded insane, but it was true. No woman ever had the kind of hold over me that Mia had.

  Moving to her side, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me, feeling her warm body along the entire length of mine. She was so small but she fit me perfectly.

  “We need to stop, Mia,” I said, skimming my fingers up and down her tender skin. Her whole body shivered beneath my fingertips. Goosebumps covered her back and arms.

  “Why?” she asked quietly. The tone in her voice was unsure.

  Sitting up just a bit, I pressed my forehead to hers. “It’s not time for us to make love yet. Our time will come, but for now, let’s just lie together like this.” Her hot flesh pressed against mine, I moved back and pulled her even closer.

  I rolled to my back, bringing her with me. Her head laid on my chest while she ran her finger tips over the thick black lines of my tattoos. I felt her warmth seeping into my skin, warming parts of me that turned cold years ago. Her eyes stayed down, watching her fingers move on my skin.

  I moved my hand through her hair, twirling and combing my fingers through the thick locks.

  “We still need to talk, get to know each other. What are you doin’ tomorrow night?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I don’t have any plans.”

  “Good. Don’t make plans. I’ll make dinner and this time we’ll talk. We’ll sit in the dining room and we’ll talk.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Mia

  “What the hell has gotten into you?” Jen asked. “Your head just isn’t here today, is it?” She took the box of toys out of my hand and placed them on the shelves. “Who is he?” Jen pushed. We always talked while we cleaned up after the students, but it was usually about her escapades.

  “Who’s who?” I asked, shaking myself out of my memories. It was a great night with Jake, and even though we didn’t talk about our future and where we were going from here, we still talked. He wanted me and although I was still worried and feared it wouldn’t last, there was a part of me that trusted him. I finally felt like I could trust him. It felt like a cleansing, an awakening.

  “The guy who has you in la-la land. It has to be a guy, because you sure as hell aren’t normally this out of it.”

  “No one,” I said, rather unconvincingly. “It’s no one. Just had a good night is all.”

  “Well, unless you got some amazing new vibrator, you didn’t spend this good of a night by yourself. So spill.”

  “
Look. It’s nothing. I mean, it was definitely something, but it’s nothing … yet.”

  “Oh my god, girl. If you don’t tell me something right the hell now,” Jen shouted.

  Sighing, I cast my eyes down. I was worried she’d be upset. I didn’t want to lie to her. “Jake,” I whispered.

  “You have got to be kidding me, right?” she said abruptly. “It’s about damn time. I knew it, I just knew it. I knew there was still something there. Are you together? What happened?”

  “We had dinner last night. He cooked for me.” I smiled more to myself than at her. I wasn’t about to tell her everything.

  “And …” she drawled out.

  “And nothin’. He’s comin’ to pick me up again tonight so we can have dinner again and talk more. I think … I think we’re gettin’ to know each other again. It was just a great night.” Made even better by the way he made my body sing with his every touch. And even though we didn’t have sex, I felt him more than I felt any other man. He made me feel special. He listened to me, held me, and he told me things. He told me things I never knew. I was already falling for him again. Maybe I never stopped.

  “Now, tell me again what happened with Grant?”

  “Wait, what do you know about Grant?”

  “I know Jake threatened his life and chased him off last night.”

  “What? How?”

  She let out a long breath. “He came by my place last night. Complaining about how Jake won’t let him talk to you and how he thinks Jake is doing something to stop you from forgiving him.”

  “Ugh,” I growled out. “He can’t be serious. What the hell is that guy’s problem?”

  “I told you,” she said flatly. “Didn’t I tell you he was no good? And you didn’t listen to me. Now what the hell is going on?”

  I proceeded to tell her about the race in Homestead and then what happened at the gym. Talking about everything and basically reliving it, I realized how lucky I was to have Jake, Cade, and Gage around. I didn’t think Grant was dangerous, but I also wasn’t willing to find out either. I was happy for the self-defense classes I took in Nashville. After what happened to Toni and being in a strange city by myself, I decided to take the classes just so I wasn’t such a target. I never had to use them, I was probably out of practice. Maybe Jake could give me a refresher course. He and Cade taught Toni self-defense.