My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. Jake’s finger was still deep inside me, warm and thick, pressing just right even as we both went completely still. The front door creaked open down the hall. Footsteps. Light ones. Not a burglar. Not our parents.
“Steph? You home?” Mrs. Ramirez called out softly. “It’s me, Elena. Sorry for the late drop-in.”
Jake’s eyes met mine, dark and wild. His finger gave one slow curl, like he couldn’t help himself. I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning. My legs were still wrapped around his waist on the kitchen counter, shorts pushed aside, his hand buried in my panties.
“I—I’m in the kitchen,” I managed, voice shaking. I shoved at his chest. He pulled his hand back reluctantly, stepping away just enough so I could slide off the
