Possibly Opening Up

by ptkitten

Jake is not a big fan of the female race at the moment and Rose is not a big fan of the male race either. Both have challenging pasts and are constantly battling to overcome them. What will happen when they meet? Love, comfort, humor, lemons.

3. Chapter 3

I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.

Thank you, shelbron, for reviewing! Reviews make me happy, just sayin', so thanks!

Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out, I have excuses but I'm sure you don't want to hear them. Tee hee!

Ok so, this chapter was fun to write but really hard at the same time! They're so conflicted! Brace yourselves, kids.

RPOV

I woke up startled by the feeling of someone touching me and when I opened my eyes, it wasn't who I was dreaming about. It wasn't James. What the hell? What was Jake doing here? Why was he in my house? In my bedroom? I scooted away from him instinctively and immediately saw an embarrassed expression flash across his face. Slowly, the events of earlier today started to come back to me. Jake had given me a ride home and had helped me into the house. Shit, he carried me! I must have passed out, that's why Jake was still here, to make sure I was ok. Oh Christ, he was an amazing man. So kind and selfless, really. Not many people would do this kind of thing especially for someone they barely know. But here he was trying to comfort me. I felt like an ass.

"Rose, you were having a dream. Well, a nightmare. Are you ok?" I could tell from the tone of his voice and the look on his face that he was genuine in his concern. It touched my heart. I wasn't used to being treated like this, especially by a man. The emotions built up inside of me from Jake's sweetness and I started to cry silently. Usually, I didn't like to show my emotions in front of men let alone cry in front of them. But Jake was different. I felt safe with him. So I shook my head to show that I wasn't ok. It was true. It felt like I was coming apart at the seams and I was terrified of going to that place again. If I let one piece fall, I would start down that spiral and it would take me forever to get myself out again. This time, I knew I wouldn't be able to do it on my own. This dream was too real, and Jake's presence and kindness showed me that such men do exist. After James, I didn't believe that good men existed. I thought every woman in a relationship or marriage settled somehow. Jake was restoring my faith and it scared me. But I wanted to believe it was true at the same time.

He reached out to me when I let him know that I wasn't ok. I lost my restraint and every emotional barrier at that moment and let myself be comforted. I scooted back toward him and he held me in his arms warmly. I wasn't sexual but it wasn't like hugging my cousin either. It was as if he knew what I was feeling and knew just what I needed. I didn't need to talk over anything, I just needed to get it all out. I needed to cry and I needed to be held. And Jake did that for me.

I had no idea how long we stayed that way, both of us holding onto each other, but I knew I had no interest in moving. The way he held me was so respectful but comforting at the same time. The thought occurred to me, however, that he might have other things to do so, when I calmed down, I told him that he didn't have to stay.

"I'm not leaving, Rose." That might be the only time in my life that a man had ever said those words to me. Especially after the emotional breakdown that he just witnessed. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he was being honest and really had no intention of leaving. He said it and he meant it. I smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you, Jake." He pulled me in closer to him and nestled his face into my hair, kissing me. This was completely uncharted territory for me. After a while, he whispered to me.

"Hey, Rose. Are you hungry? You should eat something." He was right. And I was really hungry. Oh man, he hadn't had lunch because of me, he must be starving. I nodded and he picked me up only to set me on my feet as he stood, not letting go of me right away so I could test my stability. I felt alright but I hated being away from him. He almost put me in a trance with his body heat, heart beat, and breathing.

"I have stuff at home, you need real food. Let me go grab it and I'll be right back, ok?" Someone cooking for me for once sounded awesome. And having it be a damn gorgeous man who'd be doing the cooking didn't hurt either.

"That sounds great, Jake. You have no idea… I appreciate it. Everything. I really do." He smiled, took the last remaining steps to be close to me, and wiped some loose strands of hair out of my face.

"Anything you need, Rose. I want you to know that. Ok?" Ok, I'm done. I want him.

When he left for his house in his truck, I jumped in the shower and stood there under the stream of water for a while before I washed my hair. The warmth of the water reminded me of the warmth of Jake's body. Shit! I was losing it here. There was that tug-of-war again between what my body and heart wanted, and what I was terrified of. His actions showed me that he was a caring person and sweet. I had to get over this fear somehow. Hopefully, he would understand that I needed time.

I twisted my wet hair into a clip at the back of my head just in time for him to walk in the front door with three bags of groceries. How much were we cooking?

"Jake, how many courses are we having tonight? My Lord!" He looked excited about cooking, though, so I wasn't going to argue. I just jumped up onto the granite countertop to watch him get to work.

"Like I said earlier, you need real food. Oh shit… do you eat red meat?" I could see how he might wonder, me being a vet and all. But screw that. I loved a filet as much as the next gal.

"Absolutely! In vet school I named my favorite cow, Lunch." He spit out the water he had been drinking at the time.

"Fuck! Out my nose… Rose, you are awesome! I see someone's feeling better. Oh, God, I'm glad that wasn't soda." I joined him in laughing because, in vet school, a bunch of us really had a sick sense of humor. One night, we all got piss drunk and my buddy, Scott, drew the outlines of the typical cuts of meat on the side of Lunch with red lipstick. Lunch didn't mind much, but the dean didn't find it very funny. Whatever. I thought it was awesome. Awesome enough to take a video on my camera. I watch it when I need a laugh.

"Miss Rose, I think we need some music." Oooh, he was right. Something lovely for tonight, not loud or scary, but lovely. Hmm. Aah, here it was. Perfect. The second the song started, Jake closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a contented smile spreading across his face. Yeah, he knew this song.

It is the spring time of my loving

The second season I am to know

You are the sunlight in my growing

So little warmth I felt before

It isn't hard to feel me glowing

I watched the fire that grew so low

As the instrumental section of Led Zeppelin's "Rain Song" followed, I walked back into the kitchen and jumped back onto the countertop. He continued cutting the vegetables and shook his head.

"I love that you love this. I feel so at home here, Rose. You're amazing." He looked in my eyes and smiled again. Damn, I loved his smile. We did have quite a lot in common but I wanted to know so much more. He hummed along to the music.

It is the summer of my smile

Flee from me, keepers of the gloom

Speak to me only with your eyes

It is to you I give this to

Ain't so hard to recognize

These things are clear to all from time to time

The lyrics were starting to sink into my head and I realized that they fit perfectly. For me, anyway. I had no idea what Jake thought and I was immediately self-conscious about choosing this song. What if he wasn't even in the same zip code as I was? Was he even listening to the lyrics? Was I over thinking this? I think so. Ok, deep breath. It's just a song. It's pretty and relaxing. Give it a rest.

I felt the coldness of my winter

I never thought it would ever go

I cursed the gloom that set upon us

But I know that I love you so

But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion

And like the wind, they rise and fall

This is the wonder of devotion

I see the torch we all must hold

This is the mystery of the closure

Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall

When the song was over, he reached over and squeezed my hand that was resting on my thigh. My whole body flushed and I tried to hide it by jumping down from the countertop and walking to the fridge to get some water. I sure needed it, that was for sure. Especially since the song that started now was "For Your Life" and it practically drips sex, and I had to make a conscious effort not to move my hips like I usually did whenever I heard this song. I decided to try to distract myself by concentrating on the dinner itself.

Watching Jake work in the kitchen really was fascinating. I could tell he knew his way around and he was lethal with that knife. He roasted some fingerling potatoes, made a huge salad, and served the steaks with a lump of chilled garlic and herb butter on each. There was even crusty sourdough bread and a bottle of 2005 Merkin Vineyard Chupacabra. And where did he get that? Oh, prrr kitty. That was a no nonsense robust red and it seemed to fit him perfectly even though I would have never pegged him as a wine guy. He just kept getting better and better.

"Jacob Black, a 2005 Merkin Chupacabra? You had me at hello!" He popped the cork as he chuckled, flashing that gorgeous smile of his.

"You know it! Everything Maynard touches seems to turn to gold, I'm telling you. And this is one of the best. I have the Judith at home too, but I thought this would be more fitting for tonight's steaks. What do you think?" I nodded enthusiastically because I hadn't had it in a while and it was so good! I could roll around in it. I helped transfer everything to the table after I set it for him. He loaded my plate for me, poured my glass of wine, and waited for me to taste the steak before he even put any food on his own plate. I almost came, it tasted so good. Diet be damned! The flavors in the butter that melted over the steak brought out the flavor of the meat, the potatoes were roasted to perfection, and the salad was incredible with the vinaigrette he made. I closed my eyes and chewed slowly, savoring the party in my mouth. After I swallowed, I took a small drink of the wine and it was the perfect compliment to the flavors of the food. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, a small smile creeping across my face.

"Jake, this is the best meal I've had in a long time. So much better than a restaurant. Really. You are amazing. Thank you so much!" He smiled sheepishly and blushed at the compliments as he loaded up his own plate.

"I'm glad you like it, Rose. Sometimes it's better to keep things simple. That's true of a lot of things, isn't it? Let the flavors do their thing and the end result can be mind-blowing." He was right again. Why analyze things? Just let them happen. This time, it was my turn to blush. I took another long but slow pull of the wine and let it slide down my throat, feeling the warmth build in my body, relaxing me. This night was becoming the best I'd had. Like ever. And I was scared shitless.

JPOV

I got back to Rose's place and walked in to see her pulling her hair into a clip at the back of her head. As she did that, her tight tank top rode up, and I almost dropped the groceries. Her jeans sat low on her hips and I probably saw more of her than she intended. The years of working outside and handling large animals showed in her physique. When I had held her, I felt her softness. But now I saw the definition in her body lines. Oh my God, that was one of my weaknesses. I sucked myself back into reality as quick as I could because I heard her saying something about the amount of food that I brought. Focus. Don't be a dick.

Rose didn't need to be accosted right now so I decided to throw all my concentration into cooking the dinner. I hadn't planned on doing anything as extravagant as what I brought with me, but I figured she deserved it. Ok, fine, I also wanted her to know that I could cook. So what if I was showing off? Was that so wrong? My subconscious might be telling me that I wanted her to like me. My subconscious should mind it's own business and leave me alone, the bastard.

As I got everything out, I stopped dead in my tracks. I was planning on steaks. Did she eat meat? I didn't know. I remembered Emmett said he heard her ordering a burger but how many times in his life has Emmett been wrong? Exactly my point.

"Oh shit… do you eat red meat?" We had enough veggies and other stuff if she didn't, but the steaks were the best part in my opinion. Mmm, meat. Thankfully, she did eat meat, explaining to me that not only did she have a favorite cow in school, but she named it, "Lunch" in true "A Fish Called Wanda" style. Ok so, revisiting the Rose score card… Gorgeous? Yes. Funny? Yes. Good taste in music? Yep. Kind heart? Yes. Shit.

I needed something to help distract me, otherwise dinner wasn't even going to get made. I suggested some music and I immediately saw her face light up and the wheels turning in her head. What was she going to pick? I was going to use her choice in music for tonight as a gauge for her mood. I heard the first slow strum of the guitar and I did some mental back flips. I loved this song. This wasn't exactly the kind of song that guys boasted about liking but this one was really good. Led Zeppelin's "Rain Song" was bad ass structurally and in terms of technique… to get those sounds to come from a guitar by one man was amazing to me. Always had been. And the lyrics were romantic if you listened to them. Basically, times change, there's good and bad for everyone, but true love never dies. This considered, I knew that she really was trying to kill me. She came back to the kitchen and returned to sitting on the kitchen counter very close to me and that was just mean. Her hips and chest were now invading my peripheral vision, she smelled of fresh soap and moisturizer which was just heavenly, and her voice was hushed when she spoke out of reverence for the song that was playing. Even though I felt as though my pants were going to explode and lightheaded because of the serious redistribution of blood to said pants area, I felt comfortable here. It felt natural. The comfort of cooking a good meal, the good music in the background, and being near someone who it felt like I'd know forever felt like home to me. That caught me off guard. It by no means solved the growing issue in my pants but it filled me with a welcomed sense of calm. I could tell that she noticed a change in me and I wanted to let her know that she was the cause of it. What the hell is happening to you? How did this chick turn you into pudding? What makes you think she won't rip your heart out like she did? You really want to go there again? Apparently, yes. Rose was different. I realized that now. And I decided to just let things happen. It felt like we were on a collision course toward each other anyway. Why fight it?

"I love that you love this. I feel so at home here, Rose. You're amazing." I looked in her eyes and saw a great deal of past hurt. She was smiling though, I could tell it came from lots of practice to hide the pain that was inside. Despite the sad eyes, however, the smile was genuine and I knew that we could come to a place where we trusted each other. I felt it. When the song was over, the last lines stuck in my head.

Upon us all a little rain must fall

Yeah. Rain? I think both of us had our share of hurricanes and I also think that that was the reason we came together so easily. We both knew the same sort of devastation and I had a feeling we could help each other out of it. What was the point of holding myself back anymore? I reached out and squeezed her hand that was resting on her thigh and her reaction was proof enough for me. She flushed instantly and, once I removed it, she leapt off the counter to get some cool water. Yeah, we were on the same page. But I still didn't know where she was in terms of permitting any sort of closeness again. Especially since she was still so affected by just the memory of this James guy. Ah well. No need to rush anything, let things happen in her own time.

I continued to prepare the dinner and conversation came easily ranging through all sorts of random topics. She helped me transfer the food to the dining table, I opened the wine, and I thought she would pass out again! Apparently she was a fan of Merkin Vineyards too. Awesome… yet another band we both loved. Maynard, the front man for Tool and a Perfect Circle, had to be manic or something. He never stopped doing something. Screw that, he was never satisfied with just doing one thing at a time! Performing with two bands, collaborations with other bands and artists, contributions to soundtracks and movie production, starting a vineyard and being very hands on with every aspect of the process. Not only that, but completely breaking the mold and breaking ground in Arizona of all places. Like I said. Manic. But everything he did was high quality. So… he was a high functioning manic because his wine was awesome. It was young, but it was good. And you knew that years down the line it would just get better and better.

I served up a plate for her, poured out a glass of wine, and waited to see what she thought before I even started. I was a closet foodie. And the flavors I put together were incredible. Simple but incredible. I held my breath as she tasted the steak and was delighted when she followed it immediately with a slow draw from the wine. The look on her face and the whimper that she let out made my situation down south come back with a vengeance. Good thing I was already sitting down and had a napkin across my lap because this thing was basically a weapon. She complimented me repeatedly and I'm sure I blushed but the compliments weren't the only reason for the blushing. My body was on fire here!

"I'm glad you like it, Rose. Sometimes it's better to keep things simple. That's true of a lot of things, isn't it? Let the flavors do their thing and the end result can be mind-blowing." Yeah, I wasn't just talking about the food. Like I said, I didn't see the point in holding back anymore. And I felt comfortable in my decision. It felt like stepping back onto a rollercoaster that scared you when you were younger. Screw it. Why not?

The rest of the meal was delicious, I had to admit, and the conversation was perfect. It wasn't guarded or uncomfortable at all. We both were lazy and sleepy after all the food and wine so we cleaned up the kitchen quickly and collapsed on the couch in the living room in front of the fire. She topped off our glasses with the last of the wine and then scooted closer to me, my arm plastered to the back cushion of the couch. Danger zone! And it's going to stay there, mister. You're not pushing Rose into anything. Not tonight. It was that classic time when you're both feeling out when and if… And thank the Holy Mother she continued to scoot toward me, nestling into my side and rested her head back against my arm, and taking another small pull from the wine. She looked so content, her eyes trained on the fire in front of us. She let her head fall to the side and to rest on my chest. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I brought my hand down to smooth the hair on top of her head, following it with a small kiss. She hummed and turned nestling in closer to my body. Holy crap, my whole body was buzzing. I didn't want to attack her or do anything that she didn't guide me to but, shit! She was killing me! She took my wine glass and leaned forward to place both of ours on the coffee table in front of us, and returned to her previous position but then crossed her legs toward me and rested her hand on my chest. Ok, that was a deliberate move on her part. I kissed the hair at the top of her head and she hummed in satisfaction again so I reached to place one finger under her chin nudging her face up to look at me. Oh man, those were some smoldering eyes if I ever saw any. Her hand glided across my chest gently as she looked down to my lips and back to my eyes again. Testing the waters further, I let my finger slide up the delicate line of her jaw and let my hand rest behind her neck gently, my fingers sneaking into her hair. Rose closed her eyes and took in a slow deep breath at my touch and all conscious thought went out the window at this point. I traced my thumb over her bottom lips lightly and her lips parted. Ok, it's on. Her eyes opened and looked deeply into mine as I slowly moved closer to her. I felt like I didn't want to attack her so all I did at first was brush my lower lip across her lips. Her body began to turn more fully toward me and I took that as encouragement but I pulled back to look in her eyes again to be sure. She leaned into me this time, brushed her lower lip across mine and kissed my lips softly but quickly. Shit, this was happening. Everything about her was intoxicating. Her body was so warm against mine, her lips soft and moist, I could taste the wine on her lips. I needed more, sorry. I kissed her, taking her bottom lip between mine and sucked on it slightly, then I heard a sexy as hell whimper escape her lips. My fingers trailed up into her hair and released it from that damn clip letting the damp waves tumble down her back. Now I could really get my fingers in there. My God, it was so soft! My kisses became more deliberate and Rose matched me every step of the way. Rose's tongue dipped into my mouth and I gasped, excited that she initiated it. Our tongues slowly stroked each other's as she turned to face me completely, one of her hands cradling my jaw and the other on my thigh. I just let her guide it from here. She was the boss. Then she became the best boss in the world because she began to make the move to sit on my lap and straddle my hips with her thighs. I broke the kiss and looked in her eyes to make sure this was really what she wanted to do. Once she was in position, I rested one of my hands on her thigh and the other brushing the hair out of her face.

"Rose? You're sure this is what you want?" She ran her hands up and down my forearms, nodding slowly.

"Positive." Her lips met mine with more urgency and she repositioned her hips directly on top of my center. My whole body jumped as I instinctively moved my hands to her hips to maintain her position. She pulled back to look at me and held my gaze as she started to rock her hips over my cock which was at full attention by this point. My fingers dug into the flesh at her hips to encourage her and we both whimpered loudly at the glorious friction. I had a feeling it had been a long time for both of us since we had had anything like this before. As she moved her hips against mine, I let my hands drift up the sides of her torso and back down, over her hips and thighs. She then bent down to take my bottom lip to suck between hers then dipped her tongue deep into my mouth. I groaned into her mouth with that because she was so sensual about everything she did. The sensations of her on my lap, her fingers searching through my hair, and her lips against mine… add to that the fact that she was a ridiculously kind and sensitive person. I couldn't think of any other place I'd rather be at this moment. My arms snaked around her body pulling her close to me, making her whimper into my mouth this time.

It was getting very warm in this living room and we were getting to a point of no-return, in my low's opinion. Now would be the time to stop this if she wasn't comfortable with continuing. I found a strip of skin at her low back that was exposed by her tank top riding up and I ran one finger gently over it as I redirected my kisses along her jaw line to the soft skin behind her ear. She answered my question by pulling up on my shirt. Shit snacks! One of my hands slid underneath the back of her shirt as the fingers of my other hand dug into her skin slightly as I slid my hand from her knee to her hip. Rose took in a long hiss of breath through her teeth and increased the force of her swiveling hips.

"Shit, Rose! You feel so… fuck…" My head sank to graze the skin on her throat with my tongue and my thumbs started to inch further onto the front of her torso with each pass of my hands on her sides. She hummed in pleasure and took hold of the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and ghosting her hands over my chest. Ok, that was it. Stopping was not an option anymore. I broke away from kissing her chest to take my shirt off quickly giving her better access. Rose's eyes widened for a second and then darkened, her fingertips gently drifting over the entire front of my torso, then she slowly lifted her tank top over her head as well. Oh. My. God. I've never seen black lace look this delicious before! I needed to feel her skin against mine and so wrapped my arms around her, pressing our bodies together with my very eager hands. Her hands never stopped moving and exploring my body and it was heavenly. As we kissed deeply again, I could feel her arch her back slightly to press her breasts against my chest and my cock almost leapt out of my pants again. As my hand slid up her side, I ran my thumb over the side of her breast, then again tracing the lace of her bra just above the underwire. She hung her head so her lips were next to my ear. I could hear her breaths coming faster and could feel her breath on my skin, causing a shot of electricity to course through my entire body. She whispered.

"Jake… yes… I love the way… you touch me. Don't stop, Jake." Lifting my head, I looked in her eyes as I let my hands barely drift over her breasts. She took in a short gasp and let her head fall back, closing her eyes, and digging her fingers into my shoulders. My lips trailed down the center of her chest and paused to nestle my face between her breasts, placing a soft kiss there, and running a palm over the hard nipple. Christ, she was beautiful. Soft. Warm. And writhing on my lap, grinding on my cock. Rjnjnv;oaifn! I know that didn't make sense, but that's all my brain was capable of. My mouth was drawn to her nipple, her hands in my hair encouraging the move.

RPOV

After the dinner, I was the happiest I'd felt in a long time. The realization that it was because of Jake sank in as I walked to the living room to sit on the couch in front of the fire. I'd never felt this safe with a man before, let alone in my own home. It seemed like he belonged there. When we finally sat, I was overcome with a warm feeling in my belly and a lightheadedness that I knew wasn't from the wine or the food. It was Jake. Though we were both sitting on the couch, I felt too far away from him so I nestled into his side. He didn't seem to mind so I tried getting in closer. He didn't pull away. In fact, he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. Shit, how did he do that? He knew exactly what I needed. But it wasn't like he was doing it to get anything from me. I never got that feeling from him even when he was holding me back in my bedroom. Any other jerk would have taken their liberties then. But not Jake. Damn, I wanted him. Yeah, me too! But I didn't know if he saw me that way. He'd been nothing but respectful and I wasn't sure if that was because he thought of me just as a friend or because he was trying to be a gentleman. Screw it, let's find out! I took both our glasses and set them on the coffee table, cuddling into him even more, and placing my hand on his chest. With my hand there, I could feel his heartbeat through his chest and it was going a mile a minute, and he felt like he was on fire even through his shirt. That was an excellent sign! He then used his finger to tilt my head up so he could look in my eyes. I had never realized how beautiful Jake's eyes were. Sure, they were brown, but there were so many different shades in there. I knew it was the firelight that brought them out but he was stunning, none the less. And those lips. Those lips! They looked so soft and… talented. I almost squealed in glee when he brought his face closer to mine. He just brushed his lips against mine at first and I thought mine would catch fire just from that. I wanted to see if I was right about the softness and… I was. Holy shit! His kiss was so warm and gentle but I wanted more. Oh yeah, his mouth was quickly becoming my promised land. He was letting me guide everything, not wanting to force me into anything. And that just made me want him more. I turned to face him completely and eventually just straddled his hips with my thighs. If he wasn't into this, I would have ended up on the floor by now and I for sure would not be feeling the Rock of Gibraltar protruding between his legs. Holy shit, that was a lot of Jake. He pulled away from me slightly and asked.

"Rose? You're sure this is what you want?" As if he was on board if I was. In that case, can I get a Hell Yes?

"Positive." Oh yeah. Everything about him made all my doubts fly out the window. Everything that had happened before I got to Forks didn't matter. It didn't apply. This was right to me. Our bodies moved perfectly together, our intensity built slowly until I wanted more. Hell, I needed more. I pulled at his shirt wanting to feel his skin, then finally lifted the hem of his shirt to get my message across. When he finally raised his shirt over his head, I almost died. Ok. I'm not usually one to be attracted to guys based solely on their looks. It's a bonus if the guy I'm interested in is handsome, but it was just never on my list of requirements. In this case, God decided to bless me with a perfect specimen of man. Yes, there were muscles everywhere, but his skin was an amazing copper color despite the characteristic lack of sunshine around here. Oh man, I needed to feel it against mine. I lifted my camisole off and he crashed his body into mine, our skin finally in direct contact. Crap, he was warm. Warm with taut muscles but soft skin, and his hands were practically kneading my skin as he kissed me. It was sensory overload when his mouth headed toward my breasts and his fingers pulled down the lace of one of the cups freeing me. He licked and sucked at me as his hands ran over my bottom. My mind went into a thick haze, my body completely took over, and I think it was that way for both of us. Our breathing and mingling bodies were in synch, there was a slow but steady pace, and our eyes locked on each other whenever possible. He pulled down the lace covering my other breast and took it greedily into his mouth, grazing his teeth across my nipple. Oh, oh, oh, oh… My toes curled. Shit, that's never happened before. That and I was so wet at the moment, I was surprised he couldn't feel it through his jeans. I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp, removing it, and tossing it… somewhere. Jake's hands roamed up my back, curled around to the front of my torso, and gathered by breasts together, attacking my nipples together. I think I might have just came! No one's ever done that before either and I couldn't help but dig my fingernails into his arm. That just made a sexy as hell growl escape from his chest and he sucked on my nipples harder. Jake is officially the best ever. At everything. A+, gold star, 1st Place. I moaned out when he did that, I couldn't help it. It was almost becoming too much. I somehow managed to speak in between heaving breaths.

"Jake… oh God… Jake, I need… please… I need to feel you." He looked up, his eyes trained on me, gripped my bottom and thighs, and flipped me quickly so I was laying on the couch and he was on top of me. He pressed his center against mine as he lifted one of my legs up with his fingers under my knee. He was so much stronger than I was. His entire body was just one big muscle and the feeling of being pinned underneath him was exhilarating. I ran my hands down his back and traced my fingers under the waistline of his jeans as I rocked my hips up to meet his, increasing the friction between us. He finally spoke in a strangled voice.

"Jesus, Rose! You're going to kill me!" And he buried his face into my neck sucking my skin in between his teeth. Shit, I hoped that left a mark.

"I sure as hell hope not!" My hands reached to the front of his jeans and unbuttoned the top button, encouraging him to continue. There was no way I would let him stop. Not now. He finally reached down and finished unbuttoning his pants. I knew his cock was pressing against me but I needed to feel it for myself. I was about to reach down to unzip my jeans but he beat me to it. I lifted my hips up and he slid both my jeans and underwear down in one push. As I kicked my pants off, he did the same and we finally came together skin to skin. We both gasped at the jolt of electricity that shot between us and at the glorious sensation of feeling each other without those pesky clothes in our way. I instinctively wrapped my thighs around his waist and rocked my hips up to find his cock waiting for me. And just as I thought, he was enormous. Bigger than I've ever had. And rock hard! This was going to be good. I rocked my hips to slide my extremely wet pussy up and down his entire length and it sounded like he was going to cry.

"Rose! Rose… my Rose… my angel… you feel so good, honey…" He slid the tip of his cock the length of my pussy and circled my clit slowly, holding my hips down so I couldn't move. I reached my legs down toward his bottom to try to pull him toward me but he insisted on teasing me. Now was so not the time to be teasing!

"Jake, please. I need you to fill me up, love. Now… I need you now…" Yeah, I just called him "love." It just slipped out, what can I say? It felt right, actually. His head snapped up, his eyes locking on mine, and looked at me in disbelief. I just nodded my head and whispered.

"Yes, Jake. Yes…" With that he guided himself to my opening with his hand and slowly entered me without taking his eyes from mine. The build up to this moment was so slow. Not just tonight but ever since I'd met him. There was an inexplicable pull between us ever since that morning outside my place with the dogs. From the outside, it might seem too fast to be real. But you know when you just know? Yeah. I knew. And each of his thrusts was pure celebration in my body. Speaking of his thrusts, he was so gentle. Purposeful and strong, but gentle at the same time. Up until he entered me, there was an animalistic drive to him. But now, I noticed a reverence in the way he touched me. It was incredibly sensual and hot as hell, but it didn't seem like mindless sex anymore. For the first time in my life, I realized that someone was making love to me. And it was a beautiful thing. I sought out his eyes and I saw it to be true. Now it was my turn to look at him in disbelief. He ghosted his fingers across my cheek and nodded as his gentle thrusts continued, he whispered.

"Yes, Rose. Yes…" His thrusts came steadily harder and I tried to meet him but he was so much stronger than me. And that turned me on even more. I clawed at his skin with my fingertips whispering words of encouragement. He lifted one of my legs up from around his waist to drape over his shoulder and he dove deeper into me than he had before, I screamed out. He froze and looked to me quickly.

"Honey? Are you…" Stopped? He stopped?

"Go! Keep going… so good, Jake… I need you to go harder… harder!" He kept his eye contact with mine as he cautiously entered me again, over and over until I was getting that warm coiling feeling in my low belly. I gripped the cushions of the couch.

"Jake, love, now… I'm gonna… oh my God…"

JPOV

She called me "Love." It wasn't the first time I had thought of Rose in that way, I just never put a label on it or acknowledged it really. And, don't get me wrong, I knew that it wasn't this big declaration or anything but it surprised me to hear it come out of her mouth. Especially at a time like this. I looked at her in disbelief at her choice of words and she just nodded in confirmation. Suddenly, I was seeing this in a whole new light. I didn't see it as some random act (although it was with someone I cared about), but as a physical representation of how I truly felt. It was then that my heart was making love to her. I hadn't let myself feel this way in so long. No one had ever inspired me to. With this realization I noticed that how I was handling Rose changed. It wasn't a mindless drive to obtain, I was now reveling in our closeness. Reveling in our physical union. She caught my glance and looked at me in disbelief. Yep, she noticed the change, I'm sure. I nodded and increased my force while still worshipping her body. She responded to me by pulling me into her but I wanted more of her. I wanted to be with as much of Rose as I possibly could, I couldn't get enough of her. Slipping her leg over my shoulder, I entered her firmly and she screamed. Oh shit, what did you do? Fix it! I immediately stopped what I was doing and checked her face for signs of pain or disgust.

"Honey? Are you…" All I saw was bewilderment and desire… mixed with a little frustration that I stopped.

"Go! Keep going… so good, Jake… I need you to go harder… harder!" Hmm, was she sure? Because I had been holding back this whole time for fear of hurting her. So I locked my eyes with hers and slowly increased my force. She seemed to be seriously wanting more and more so I started thrusting at full force now, honestly not knowing how much more I would be able to take. Rose felt so amazing wrapped around me, like hot slick velvet, and her scent was delicious. I loved watching how her body reacted each time I slipped into her. And I did indeed slide into her. She was so wet, it was incredible. Everything about her was perfect. And I was coming close to not being able to hold myself back any longer. Thankfully, she spoke.

"Jake, love, now… I'm gonna… oh my God…" Thank goodness. I reached up and wet my thumb in my mouth and began to circle her clit. She arched her back and moaned loudly, I thought she would push herself off the couch, but I was able to hold her in place. I then ghosted my thumb across her clit directly and she took in a short gasp and held her breath.

"Breathe, Rose, breathe!" She let her breath out with a long low whimper and I started to pump on her clit in rhythm with my thrusts. Shit, I was so close. "Come on, Rose. Cum for me, love. Cum with me, are you ready?" She nodded furiously and I felt the muscles inside her clamp down strongly on my cock sending me over the edge. We both screamed out our orgasms with our faces buried in each other's necks. I wanted to be as close to her as possible at that moment. I not only felt her clutch down on me from the inside but, staying so close to her body, I was able to feel her whole body vibrate through her orgasm. I felt her scream leave her chest rather than just hearing it. I caught the sweet fragrance of her warm body mixed with mine. It was heaven and, guaranteed, the most intense moment I had ever experienced.

RPOV

Everything around me was a blur. All is knew was what I felt. There was a fire raging through my body, the most searing spot located between my legs. And there was a heavenly weight on top of me. I felt so safe. Not only safe from outside disturbances, but safe from being hurt emotionally. I was confident in Jake's devotion. Those things helped me experience this fully. When I felt Jake circle my clit with his thumb after I let him know I was ready, my devotion to him grew. I thought My body would physically explode, I took in a short breath and held it in an effort to keep my pieces together.

"Breathe, Rose, breathe!" I decided to trust him in this and so let my breath out and prepared for the end of the world! He gathered me up toward him so our bodies were I contact with each other completely and whispered in my ear.

"Come on, Rose. Cum for me, love. Cum with me, are you ready?" Yep! I helped support myself while on one elbow and stabilized myself by wrapping my arm around his neck., and came like I'd never come before. I couldn't hold my voice inside me anymore and I cried out. He did the same into my neck. I loved being this close to him at this moment. It felt like we truly became one person. Once our minds slowly started to clear from the haze, I noticed he was still clutching my body to his as he lowered us back down to the surface of the couch. My desire for him continued as I felt his chest still heaving against mine. He lifted up to come closer to my face and to look into my eyes. He reached up and brushed some hair out of my face delicately with his fingertips. I brought my fingers to run through his hair and rub the back of his neck as I adjusted my body to accommodate his body more comfortably. He wrapped his arms around my body.

"Mmm, Jake." He dipped down and kissed my lips slowly and gently, stroking my tongue reverently, and I whimpered into his mouth. He dropped his head and nestled his face in the crook of my neck and whispered.

"So perfect, Rose. I don't…" Did we really need to talk about this right now?

"Jake, it's ok. You don't need to…" And he lifted himself back up so he could look me in the eye again, a serious look on his face.

"No, Rose, I do," And he brushed the back of his hand down my torso between my breasts to my navel and slid back up my side. "I want this to… bring us closer." He suddenly looked unsure of himself. Vulnerable. I was used to being in that position, I rarely witnessed it in others. "I don't want to lose you." This was absolutely the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth and I was floored by his honesty.

"I'm not going anywhere, love," He still hung his head, kissing my shoulder, but not meeting my eyes. I lifted his chin with my finger and I held his gaze. "Jake, I don't want to go anywhere else." A small smile flashed across his face and he softly kissed my lips again. He brought me up to sitting with him, scooped me up in his arms, and walked us into my bedroom where he laid me down softly on the bed. Climbing up to join me, he pulled me in close to him and ghosted his fingers over every inch of skin of mine that he had access to. I hummed in pleasure against his chest and nestled myself in closer to his warm body. Soon, I was lulled to sleep by his rhythmic touch and his heart beat.