His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (ebook reader library TXT) 📕

Jake watch my every move from the way my shoulders rose and fell as I breathe to the scarlet blush staining my cheeks. He lightly takes hold of my chin, warmth spreading through my body.

"You're special Muffin. . . I can feel it." He whispers, leaning closer.

His kiss never starts soft, lips rough and urgent from the start almost as if he doesn't have the patience for tenderness. I resist at first, my body frozen in place from the surprise of having his lips on mine. The electricity that flows through me quickly becomes addicting and I melt into him, desperate for more. Our lips both move in perfect synchronisation, moulding against each other.

I lightly push on his chest to create some space, needing to come up for air before I pass out from the lack of oxygen. I don't realise how warm my cheeks have grown and Jake chuckles, his laughter a low rumble.

"You're seriously not blushing after the kiss you just gave me." Jake teases, his eyes shining brightly. I smack his chest playfully in response —

"Hey! You kissed me first." I defend myself. Jake quickly leans forward, surprising me by planting a quick peck on my lips.

"Yeah I did. Now I kissed you again." He smirks, fingers trailing up and down my bare arms. I roll my eyes playfully at his response before clutching a handful of his shirt in my fist and pulling him forward. This time I'm going to kiss him first. . .

And boy does it feel good.

*****

I turn the shower off and pause for a moment, closing my eyes. Lately everything around me has been moving at lightning speed so a taking a second or two to collect my thoughts makes me feel better. I step out of the shower and notice my phone screen flashing with numerous messages. I reach over and pick it up, reading the first message —

Where the hell are you Emily ? Mum

I quickly type out a response, my features scrunched up in frustration at the screen —

I've left home. Im not living with Trevor or you anymore. Bye Mum.

It's nice to regain control of my life after having it spin out of control for so long. I hope Mum understands that I'm doing this for myself and my safety. The next message is from an unknown number and I pause, a familiar feeling of dread washing over me.

You need a man to love you Emily, not a little boy.

I sigh heavily, feeling the pressure building up inside my head as a headache begins to brew.

Who are you? GO AWAY.

I hesitate before sending the text, uncertain whether I'm making the right decision. Should I completely ignore him or show him that I'm not scared? I send the text and don't expect his response to be almost immediate but it is.

It is not the right time. I will never go away. . . Not until you're mine.

I shudder at his words that are borderline psychotic stalker behaviour. I turn my phone off and push him to the back of my mind. No way do I need more hassle on top of everything else going on in my life.

I walk back to my room and change into my favourite pyjamas — pink with hearts all over them. Once I'm dressed I blow dry my hair and secure it into a high ponytail. I step into my fluffy bedtime slippers and head downstairs for a warm glass of milk to end my night.

I take the first sip when I feel warm arms wrap around my waist from behind. I jump a little before realising who it is. His scent wraps all around me and the tension in my body completely disappears. I sigh and relax against him, my lips tugging upwards into a smile.

"Hey beautiful," Jake murmurs down my ear. I bite back the smile and turn around, looking up into his blue eyes.

"I feel like you can't get enough of me lately Melvin." I smile sweetly at him. His eyes flash with amusement before raking down my body and back up again.

"I can't help it when you're covered in bright pink love hearts."

"Shut up, I'm comfortable." I laugh, my cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. He chuckles lightly before taking the glass of milk from my hand. I barely have a second to protest as he tilts it upwards, downing the liquid in one.

"Jake!" I whine in protest, shoving him lightly. He gives me an apologetic look, placing the empty glass back down onto the counter.

"Sorry Muffin. These bad boys don't feed themselves you know." He winks, flexing his right arm. The muscles in his bicep bulge instantly and I arch my brow, impressed. "Wow, that right up."

"It's not the only thing that shoots right up when you're around."

I splutter in shock and my mouth falls open as I stare wide eyed at Jake. He shrugs casually in response, his lips twitching upwards into a smirk. I watch him leave, his shoulders and back vibrating as he chuckles.

"You need Jesus!" I yell after him, reaching for the milk to heat another glassful. His laughter fills the air causing me to bite back my own smile.

A soft knock on my bedroom door causes me to jump up out of bed, my sleepy state slowly disappearing. My watch reads midnight and I frown, thinking everyone must be sleeping by now. I pull open the door and find Jake leaning against my door frame, fully dressed. He's wearing a plain white shirt underneath his black bomber jacket, finished off with black jeans. I can't help but bite down on my lower lip . . . How does he manage to look so good at midnight?

Right now, I resemble a potato. A potato in pyjama's.

"Erm, hi?" I smile, my heart fluttering inside my chest. His blue eyes