Chapter 3
We stayed in my room for the rest of the evening until we went camping. Our conversations varied from how being a half-blood is, to how being a werewolf is. Most of the time, we made out and snuggled together.
"So, you ready to go camping," he mumbled sleepily in my hair.
"That depends, I don't have a pajama that's warm enough," I opened my eyes to find his eyes on me aswell. I smiled and gave him a small peck, but he turned it into a full make-out. Five minutes later (or at least I thought it was five) I pulled away and said, "Now without a make-out session, help me find a pajama that is good for tonight."
"Fine," he sighed, "Will you try it on for me," he challenged as we got up to my closet. Jake picked up a blue flannel pajama, "How about this one?"
"Hmm," I took it out of his hands and turned around. I felt his hot hands creep around my waist, his lips on my throat.
"May I do the honors," he murmured and tickled my throat with his nose.
"No… down boy," I teased while he walked back to the bed. I took off my shirt and pulled on the pajama. Jacob looked at me and gave me one of those silly attractive nods.
"You know, you don't really need a pajama tonight…," he gave me a sexy nod and I blushed a deep red. "I'd love to take that offer, but my father wouldn't like that," I teased and sat beside him, wondering how patient he is. I took off the pajamas and put on hiking boots, warm jeans and two sweaters. We walked down together and said goodbye to my father. As we ran over the creek, I noticed Rosalie and Emmett carving rocks.
"Why is everyone carving rocks?" I asked, eager to know.
"Oh no reason, Nessie," they both said in sync. What was everyone's problem?
"Hey Blondie," Jake chuckled as Rosalie broke one of the rocks she was carving.
"Hello dog, any more blonde jokes for me," Rosalie sneered.
"Not today, I'm too busy with my own life, like a smart person," Jake walked away and tugged on my hand.
"Is my mother here," I yelled towards them.
"She'll be here tomorrow as well as Alice," they told me in louder voices.
We arrived at his car and drove to the little opening of the forest. I didn't bother to stop him as he helped me climb on his back. I was too happy that we were together. I saw the little cliff and the camp; honestly, I thought it would be ruined by the wind. Jake helped me off and I didn't feel like changing, so I just took off my larger sweater. We crept into the tent at the same time and almost fell on top of each other. I burst into a fit of musical giggles, he chuckled softly and sighed.
"So what was your answer to my question again," he wondered aloud.
I moved closer to him and rested my head on his chest, "my answer was yes. I'd love to." Curious on what his answer would be, I looked up. His warm brown eyes were staring at mind. I leaned closer and kissed him slowly, while I tangled my hands at the nape of his neck. He pulled me on top of him and pulled our faces away. "Do you mind if I take my shirt off, it's rather hot for me," he whispered, while I listened to his heart. I slowly nodded and he gently settled me on the sleeping bag. He pulled off his shirt and my eyes wandered all over his torso and abs. just as slowly as before, he pulled me back on him. My hands moved around his chest and Jake just nestled his head on the pillow.
"You know, I didn't think imprinting would be this amazing," he whispered as I kissed his collarbone. He moved my head up and softly kissed my whole face until he reached my lips. Gently and softer than before, he moved my head to meet his lips and kissed me for a longer period of time. Right now, I wondered where he got all this great kissing practice. When I didn't suspect it, he'd open his mouth and trace the tip of my tongue with his. Each time he did, it'd shoot shocks down my spine.