Fever Pitch by Ann Marie Frohoff Read Free Book Online Page B

was never my problem. I stick to beer and wine on occasion.” He winked. “And right now this is a perfect occasion. Cheers, Alycat, welcome to London.”
                  I went warm and bubbly inside. It’d been years, and I supposed he knew what he was doing by now. By the looks of it, he certainly had his shit together. He’d made his dream of becoming a rockstar come true. A few glasses here and there clearly weren’t causing any problems with his career. “Cheers.” I smiled and took a drink.
                  We sipped our wine, staring at each other. I could feel that pulsing veiled energy between us, and it seemed stronger that it ever was. With each sip, I grew warmer and warmer. I hadn’t eaten anything since I took off nearly sixteen hours prior. I was starving.
                  “Are you tired?” Jake asked as he came up to me and took my hand. “Let’s go sit over here.” He led me just a few short steps to a dark brown leather sofa.
    I plopped down and took my boots off, tossing them one by one over to a corner. “I’m not really tired. I’m hungry, and I’m too excited to be here and...” I smiled sweetly as I blabbed. “And I hope you don’t mind me making myself at home.”
                  He chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.” His lips curled warmly at me, but a pensive air remained.
              I took a gulp of my wine and smacked my lips together. “Okay,” I said, placing my glass down on the table next to me. I moved onto to my knees and gently pushed Jake by the shoulders back into the sofa, straddling him.
    Amusement sprung onto his face. “Whoa, watch it, Alycat, I gotta full glass here,” he said, holding the glass higher, steadying its sloshing red liquid. I grabbed the glass out of his hand and leaned back, placing it on the coffee table. Both of his hands wrapped around my hips, and my thighs instantly began to throb.
    “You need to spit it out. I see those wheels turning.” I tapped the side of his head. “You’re not acting normal. I know something’s up.” I gently poked my finger at his chest. “What is it?”
    His eyes twinkled and he looked at me dreamy. He moaned softly, “There’s nothing wrong.” He brought his face to mine and kissed me passionately. I went up into flames in an instant. The firmness of him pressed against me made me instantly wet, and kissing him made me want to rip his clothes off. His hands went up into my blouse, cupping my boobs, and my desire for him peaked.
    “I want you,” I whispered, nearly whimpering. I was crushed by my hunger for him and I could barely breathe.
    “You have no idea,” he said, as breathless. “Ok, I have something for you.” He moved me to the side and stood, tugging and adjusting himself.
    “What? You have to give it to me now?” I laughed at him like he’d lost his mind. I knew I was losing mine.
    He disappeared behind a wall of thick black fabric that hung from the vaulted ceiling, coming back as quickly as he vanished. He held something clutched in his hand. “It’s your birthday present and…” He paused, looking at it. “And a something a little more.”
    He looked completely disheveled and delicious; he made me crazy, and now even crazier as my heart raced staring at his hand and back at his sparkling blue eyes. It was little box. Jewelry. “Oh Jake.” I covered my mouth with my hand. I seriously never expected in my wildest dreams that he could ever be this romantic. I sat up straight on the sofa and he crouched down beside me. He took in a deep breath and flipped open the lid of the little black box and I gasped.
    It was a ring. A Ring! It wasn’t an engagement ring, but it was still a ring. Oh. My. God.
    My hand remained shielding my gaping mouth, as if to keep my heart from jumping out of my throat. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful, Jake,” I managed to squeak out. I stared at the gold band with slivers of