His gaze dropped to my lips, and all the muscles in my belly tightened at the way his eyes seemed to come alive. That stormy, dreadful look that often filled his eyes fell away, replaced by one that was all-consuming and filled with passion. To be at the center of that gaze felt like being in the middle of a whirlwind.
Jacob extended his right hand, taking my chin in between his thumb and forefinger, pulling me closer to him. Our lips collided somewhere in the middle, and for the shortest while all of my concerns, fears, and anxieties fell away. There was no thinking, just being. With him, in this moment. This perfect moment.
His agile fingers traced a line down my neck that was followed by a trail of his kisses.
“Jacob,” I whispered his name helplessly when his teeth gently scraped across the skin of my neck.
That area wasn’t even my typical soft spot but the usual rules obviously didn’t apply where Jacob Reynolds was concerned.
“Tonight, I’m going to write my name all over this pussy, Grace,” he whispered in my ear while his hand slid down to cup me at the space where my thighs met, over my jeans. “Will you let me do that?”
God yes!
I was tongue tied so all I could do was nod. But that was enough. Jacob released me and got out of the car, going around it to open the door for me. His chivalry was also a major turn on.
I scanned the front of my home once again, making sure I didn’t see any signs of my sister. I’d been worried about her ever since she told me she was leaving for the evening, but she was an adult and I had to let her be. Besides, I also had my own needs. One of which was the man standing behind me, with his body pressing against my backside, allowing me to feel his erection through his jeans while I fumbled trying to get my key into the lock.
Sighing in relief as the knob finally turned, I shoved it open, moving inside. Jacob was faster than I was when he pulled the door from my hold, closing and locking it, and pressing my body against the wall. His lips were covering mine again. My hands reached up and pulled at the T-shirt he was wearing, bringing his body closer to mine. I needed to feel surrounded by his warmth.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked impatiently.
“Down the hall to the left.” Not for the first time, I was thoroughly grateful for my small home. In this case, it meant less time between here and my bed.
Jacob charged down the hall, his long legs eating up the space between the front door and my bedroom—so much so, I found myself having to nearly run behind him lest I be dragged by the tight grip he had on my hand.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, he flicked on the light switch as if he’d been here before.
“I need to see all of you.”
My stomach dropped and fear seized me. Thankfully, Jacob didn’t pick up on my fear in that moment because his hands bracketed my face again and I turned up my face to receive the kiss. His lips grazed mine again before moving lower to the same spot along my neck he’d tasted in the car. This time he flicked his tongue against the vein in my neck that began pulsing and the sensation moved down my spine, igniting my whole body on fire.
I needed to get out of my clothes. Jacob sensed this. His hands moved down the sides of my body. He was pulling my shirt over my head in no time, discarding it. He took a step back, his eyes sparkling as he admired me standing there with no shirt on. I forced myself to hold his gaze, but when his hands went for the straps of my bra I stopped him.
He pulled back, questioning.
“Bra on.”
He eyed me wordlessly for a half a breath before nodding. His hands moved down to the waist of my jeans and I sighed in relief. From there, no words were exchanged between the two of us as we undressed one another.
I grimaced at the purple and yellow bruising that was still visible on Jacob’s chest. Moving in, I kissed his bruise and peered up at his face, making sure I wasn’t causing him any pain.
He merely looked down on me, approving.
I kissed it again and again, feeling that somehow my lips could heal him. And I didn’t mean just the physical bruises either. Jacob had dark secrets. They were hidden in the depths of his eyes, in the way he talked without revealing too much of himself, in the composed manner in which he held himself together even in the operating room.
“I want you on all fours, first,” he demanded while taking my hand and leading us over to my high-sitting, queen-sized bed.
“No,” he insisted when I went to pull back the light lavender and purple blanket that covered my sheets of my bed. “On top.”
Crawling on top, I tried to move toward the center of my bed.
“Ohh, shit!” I cursed when before I could fully position myself, Jacob’s large hands grabbed me by my cheeks, parting them to trace the lips of my pussy with his tongue. I’d never experienced a physical sensation like it in my life. My body instinctively arched, granting him better access to my hotspot. And Jacob took full advantage.
His hold tightened around the mounds of my ass and it felt as if he tried to bury his entire face in my nether region.
A purring sound began pouring from my lips as Jacob feasted on me. It felt too good. I wanted to beg him to stop and plead with him to never turn me loose. Fisting the blanket in my hands, I arched my back higher. That must’ve pleased him because a satisfied groan came from his mouth. His hands moved lower, cupping the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart to completely expose myself to him. I complied easily, feeling more turned on and wanted than ever before.
“J-Jacob, p-please don’t stop!” I pleaded, my eyes squeezed shut, and at that moment I was glad he was behind me and couldn’t see my face because I knew it was twisted up in the ugliest grimace imaginable. But I couldn’t help it. Every time I tried to take a breath or regulate my heart rate it was like he sensed it and would double his efforts. Eating pussy should’ve been his specialty. Forget surgery, this was where he shone. And just to prove it, my thighs began shaking from the effort of trying to contain my orgasm.
