Bracing himself on his arms, biceps straining impressively, Jake stills over me. His naked skin has a soft sheen of moisture glistening at me from inches above my nakedness. I’m heated, tingling, and tired, yet outraged he has stopped. 

“What’s wrong, Bambina?” His intense gaze dissecting my face, his breathing rapid. I wriggle impatiently, unimpressed by his sudden halt.  

“Nothing. What are you doing?” I stay nestled in the pillows watching him in confusion, my ...