“You’re just too sassy for your own good. I think you need some cooling off.” A wicked gleam flashed in his clear blue eyes.

I wagged my finger at him. “Oh no. Don’t you dare!” I cried, trying to scramble away.

The next thing I knew Jake’s strong hands were gripping my waist. “No don’t!” I screamed futilely before he hoisted me up and dragged me over the side. I squealed as the first deluge of icy fountain water pricked over my exposed skin like tiny little knives.

Huffing and puffing, I tried to adjust to the temperature as water cascaded down the front of my dress and other areas. “You bastard!” I cried, splashing Jake in the face.

He chuckled as he rubbed his eyes. “You pushed me first.”

“But I didn’t mean to get you wet.” I glanced down at my dress. “Ugh, I’m soaked through.”

He waggled his brows. “I like you wet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course you do.” On wobbly legs, I pulled myself to my feet. “I’m sure this dress is practically see through now.”

Jake’s hungry gaze roved over me. “Almost.” Taking my arm, he jerked me back down next to him. Cupping my face with his hands, he stared into my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”

Leaning in, he kissed a trail across my wet cheek before hovering precariously over my mouth. Tenderly, his lips pressed against mine. Pulling away, he stared into my eyes to gauge if I was okay with what he was doing. “Don’t stop,” I whispered before bringing my mouth to his.

This time his lips were hungry as they worked against my own. When I gasped with pleasure, he thrust his tongue in my mouth to swirl around mine. The world around me began to spin in a dizzying flurry. I couldn’t get enough of him. My fingers raked through the wet strands of his hair. When I tugged them, a low growl came from the back of his throat, causing me to jerk away.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

Jake’s hooded eyes opened, and he gave me a crooked grin. “No, baby, that wasn’t wrong. I liked it.”

Heat warmed my cheeks. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for doing something hot.” When I started to protest, he shook his head.

“You’ll learn, Angel, and until then, nothing you could possibly do would ever make me not want you.” His teeth grazed against my bottom lip. “Mmm, you taste sweeter tonight than before.”

With my chest heaving under his intense gaze, I panted, “It must be the chocolate covered strawberries.”

His thumb rubbed back and forth across my lip. “Regardless of what you’ve had, I like the way you taste.” He then replaced his thumb with his tongue. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips.

Gripping my waist, he pulled me over to straddle him in the water. His hands ran up my back and tangled into my wet hair. Something took over within me, and I began to move my hips. I rose up and then fell back against him. “Oh Angel,” Jake groaned into my mouth as he bucked his own hips against mine.

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as the friction started to get to me. But I was brought out of my haze of desire when out nowhere beams of light and water shot all around us. On the hour, the fountain put on a show, and we were right in the middle of it. I squealed as the hard streams beat against my back and head.

“Son of a bi-” Jake started before he was doused in the face.

It was then that I began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. As the water sprayed around us, I doubled over, shaking from amusement. When I peered up at Jake through my drenched strands of hair, he was wiping his eyes both from the water and from laughter. “I think you can mark that as your third most epic cockblock!”

“Damn you fountain!” he shouted kicking up his leg and splashing water. He then wagged his finger at the swan. “Cockblocker!”

I dissolved into giggles and didn’t realize we had an audience. The guys stood staring at us. “What the hell happened?” Brayden asked.

“We sorta had a little accident,” I replied.

Jake snickered. “You could say that.” He put one leg over the side of the fountain and climbed out. He then held out his hand to help me.

Rhys crossed his arms over his chest. “And just how exactly do two people fall into a fountain that isn’t more than a foot deep?”

“It’s a long, somewhat sordid little tale that involves a foot massage, dirty thoughts, and cooling off out-of-control libidos,” Jake replied.

“Huh?” AJ asked.

“I’m freezing. I gotta go get into some dry clothes,” I said as I walked past the guys.

“Well, the party is breaking up, so there’s no need to worry about coming back down. Plus, you guys have an early morning recording session,” Brayden replied.

Jake nodded. “Do me a favor, Bray, and go tell my dad what happened. I’ll throw something on and come back down to say goodbye to Allison.” He then turned to me. “Come on, Angel. Let’s go get changed.”

“Wait, my purse with my room key is on the table.”

“I’ll go get it for you.” AJ hustled inside and then returned quickly looking quite comical carrying my satin clutch.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Angel,” he replied with a grin.

As Jake and I made our way to the elevator, we got quite a lot of funny looks from the other hotel guests. I guess it wasn’t everyday they saw two drenched people in formal wear. When we got to my room, I dug around in my purse for the keycard.

Jake leaned one arm against the suite door above my head. “Want me to come in and help you change?” A wicked gleam burned in his eyes. “I’d love to help you out of that drenched dress.”

I laughed. “No thank you. I think I’ll manage just fine.”

“You’re killing me, Angel. I think I have the blue balls to prove it.”

My eyes widened. “What happened to the ‘we need to take it slow and savor every moment’ plan?” I asked.

“I realized that plan was fucked the moment I saw you across the lobby tonight.”

His words caused my heartbeat to drum wildly. It took everything I had within me not to jump into his arms. “Patience, Mr. Slater. All good things come to those who wait.”

He waggled his eyebrows at me. “I just don’t want to wait that long to come!”

“Goodnight, Jake,” I huffed.

“Goodnight, Angel. Sweet dreams about me.”

I glanced back at him over my shoulder and grinned. “And sweet, G-rated dreams about me for you.”

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

With a laugh, I let the door close behind me.

***

Regardless of how much I wanted to sleep in the following morning, I was dressed and downstairs at eight am sharp for the car to take Abby and me to the recording studio. As she hopped in the backseat, I didn’t miss the yawn that stretched across Abby’s face. “Sleepy?” I asked as I shut the door behind us.

“A little,” she replied with a grin. She then scooted across the leather seats to snuggle against me. “Last night was so amazing, Jake.”

I chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.”

Her brows shot up in surprise. “Don’t you agree?”

Bringing my lips to hers, I devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss. I thrust my tongue against hers, seeking her taste and her warmth. I snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her onto my lap. After several long, delicious minutes passed, she moaned into my mouth before pulling away. “I seem to remember there’s someone driving this car,” she whispered.

I grinned. “Are you embarrassed or are you afraid he’s gonna get off on me making out with my girl?”

She lowered her eyes and then bobbed her head. “A little of both.”

“Angel, you’re going to have to get used to me wanting my hands and lips on you. It’s hard for me to hold back, and frankly, I don’t give a shit who sees or what they think.”