Chapter 31

“Not missing your big-busted, casual sex, then?” I tease, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He watches me, a smile moving across his mouth as he shakes his head.

“Not one of them compares to you in any way, Emma. They never did, Amante. Besides, these are pretty big if you ask me.” He cups my breast, leans forward so our noses touch with a wicked gleam in his eye, and brushes them together softly. I giggle and slap his hand softly. “You’re my everything,” he soothes with serious intensity.

“No, Jake, you’re mine,” I answer tenderly, my eyes filling with moisture at just how romantic my Casanova can be; he knows exactly what to say to me. I feel that tugging ache going off inside me again, which I am starting to recognize as love pangs.

“Do you want to come somewhere with me today?” he asks, his eyes still locked on mine, unmoving. Our bodies are linked at the legs and torso, arms casually intertwined.

“An adventure? With you? How could I resist?” I smile genuinel