“Stay with me, baby.”
His words again pulled me back from my wandering thoughts. I returned my gaze to his and found his eyes staring deep into mine. The regular storminess that was always there had dropped, replaced by a different kind of storm, one that had my body producing even more lubrication for him to glide in and out of.
His hand reached lower and his thumb grazed across my clitoris. The movement wasn’t much, but I didn’t need too much contact. It was just enough to give my body exactly what it wanted. Release.
I squeezed my eyes shut as all the muscles in my body tightened with the rush of my orgasm. For his part, Jacob gave me no favor when he moved his forearm under my leg, pulling it up even higher on his body and pushing in just a quarter of an inch deeper.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I groaned over and over, my head thrashing against my pillow.
I felt Jacob’s body tense up as well in my arms; his throaty groans telling me that he was going over as well. His lips moved to the crook of my neck, kissing and licking there until we both returned to ourselves. Only when our breathing returned to normal did he pull back. I immediately wanted to follow because the separation felt like too much to bear.
We laid there facing one another, silently staring into each other’s eyes, both conveying that what we just experienced exceeded either of our expectations. I knew sex with Jacob would be good. I didn’t expect it to be otherworldly.
When Jacob finally pulled out of me, I felt bereft and as if something I thought I’d known for a very long time had just been completely turned on its head.
I silently stared as he flipped himself onto his back and removed the condom, licking my lips the whole time. He stood, and I watched his tight ass flex as he strode to the door, passing to the bathroom across the hall. A few second later, my toilet flushed and he was back in the room.
Turning on my back, I waited for him to climb back into bed with me. I began to fold down the light blanket and sheet, to get underneath them, when I noticed he’d put his boxer briefs back on and was searching for what I presumed to be his pants. I sat up.
“You’re leaving?”
His head popped up and he paused but didn’t say anything.
“Don’t,” fell from my lips. “Stay.” I hoped I didn’t sound as desperate and pleading as I thought I did. But I didn’t want to be alone.
He dropped his jeans back to the floor and moved closer to the bed. Leaning back, I held out my hand to him.
His gaze moved from my hand to the bed coverings. “I don’t like sleeping under blankets … or sheets.”
My eyes dipped to where he stared and then back up to his. He was warring with something and whatever it was could cause him to bolt at any moment. But he didn’t want to. I could feel that just as deeply as I’d felt him imbedded in my body only a few minutes earlier.
“Stay. We don’t have to use the blanket or sheets.”
His jaw went rigid as he clenched his teeth together, but finally, he nodded. I pushed out the breath I was holding. He moved across the room, turning off the light before coming back to the bed. He hesitated for a half a breath before climbing back onto the bed and laying on his back.
Turning on my side, I saw him staring at the ceiling. I wanted to ask what he was thinking about, what had him scared, but that may have led to him asking me the same thing and I wasn’t ready to go there just yet.
“Can I put my hand on your stomach?”
He looked over at me and nodded.
I stretched out my hand and gently laid it on his rock-hard abdomen. How a man found time to be a high level plastic surgeon and be as fit as he was, I had no idea, but Jacob seemed to be able to make up time where no one else could. If he wanted something he got it done. No excuses.
His large hands covered mine, holding it tightly to his body.
Easing my head down to the pillow, I let our breathing patterns fall in line with one another’s until we both drifted off into a confused, yet blissfully sex-induced sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Jacob
I’m not in my bed.
That was my first coherent thought of the morning. My eyes popped open in alarm, and sure enough I wasn’t in my condo. The warm bed linens beneath my body was my first clue. As I circled the room with my gaze, the second indication that I wasn’t at home became apparent. The third was the scent I inhaled as I turned my head. The pillows. They smelled of sweetness. And it was that smell which aided in calming the raging anxiety sleeping away from home often brought.
When I turned, expecting to see Grace lying next to me, I was surprised to see the other half of the bed was empty and made up. That was when the coldness set in. The usual cold, lonely feeling I’d learned to live with over the past twenty plus years of my life.
Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and stood to find my clothing. As I searched out the room, I noted the lavender and purple decor. I padded my way across the room on the purple carpet to the white, low sitting chair in the corner where my clothing had been neatly folded and placed. However, on top of my clothing was a towel and other toiletries along with a note in her feminine handwriting. Yes, I’d memorized her handwriting from the charts at work.
