We had come to Rocket after our dinner at the Italian restaurant, even though I wasn’t on the schedule to sing that night. Apparently, there was a cancellation in tonight’s lineup, and now Jacob was insisting that I was the only person who could take that person’s spot.
“We didn’t come here for me to sing. I’m certain there’s someone else who can—”
“I don’t want to hear anyone else,” he demanded. “No one has a better voice than you.”
I rolled my eyes to keep the grin from covering my face at the way the compliment easily flowed from his lips.
“Fine.Onesong.”
That grin of his immediately flashed in triumph, but it didn’t even matter because it made me happy to please him.
“One song,” I reiterated, trying to convince myself to keep that vow to myself, but the way Jacob’s eyes sparked with achievement, I feared my willingness to go back on my own word and perform as many songs as he’d ask.
I followed Jacob to the stage by the hand as if he knew the way better than I did.
“Hey, guys. Heard you’re in need of a singer.”
Jackson’s head popped up from the saxophone. “We sure do,” he said, standing and making his way toward the staircase to hold out his hand to help me up.
Before I could even lift my hand to take his, Jacob’s voice interjected. “I’ve got it,” he snapped, shooting bullets, forget daggers, at Jackson with his glare.
“Thank you.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek and stepped onto the stage on my own, heading to the microphone. “Good evening, everyone. I’m not the regular lineup for tonight, but since Shelly couldn’t make it, I thought I’d take a chance to sing a song or two for you. Everyone cool with that?” I questioned, and giggled when a round of applause went through the night club.
I took a step from the microphone, looking over my shoulder to the band to tell them the song I planned on singing. I turned to the audience and my eyes lowered to the front stage, dead center where I knew he’d be standing. Even in a dark room of about two hundred people, I could feel his presence. His energy drew my eyes to him. And those grey eyes held me captive as the chords for Snoh Aalegra’s “I Want You Around”began playing.
Staring directly at Jacob, my lips parted and I began singing the words of the song. This was another added component to singing I hadn’t ever anticipated. It expressed the words and sentiment that I was either in denial about or just wasn’t ready to say on my own.
Jacob’s gaze never wavered from mine. He was as caught up in the lyrics of the song as I was.
The song ended all too soon, and I knew I wouldn’t be singing another one … not from the stage, anyway. Because as soon as I placed the microphone back into its holder, Jacob leapt onto the stage with such grace, ease, and fluidity that it stole my breath.
“It’s time to go now,” he growled in my ear.
I nodded because I felt the same. I didn’t need to ask where we were going. The gleam in his eyes told me where. Away from the prying eyes of those who were surrounding us at the present moment.
Less than five minutes later, Jacob was holding the passenger side door of his car open for me, waiting for me to climb in. Once he got in, we were pulling off in the direction of my home.
Chapter Fifteen
Jacob
As soon as we entered her front door, my hands were reaching for the end of the bow that held the belt of Grace’s jumpsuit together. She managed to turn on a light inside of the foyer of her home so I could fully see what I was doing, but I soon frowned upon seeing the gold zipper that also held her jumpsuit in place.
“Mmm,” she hummed as I licked the side of her neck, while also guiding her body down the hall to her bedroom.
My hands lowered over her front, pushing her jumpsuit down, but just when I reached the top of her breasts, per usual, Grace’s hands stopped me. I could feel her holding the strapless bra she wore in place with one hand, while maneuvering the rest of her clothing down her waist.
I pulled back, growing impatient and agitated because I wanted to seeallof her. She still hadn’t granted me that pleasure yet. Turning, she peered over her shoulder at me, uncertainty filled her eyes, and I had a decision to make. The uncomfortable way my cock rubbed against the zipper of my jeans made the choice for me.
Wordlessly, I pushed the rest of her clothing down, until she remained there in a bra and panty set that nearly perfectly matched the coloring of her own skin.
Grace’s hands moved to my shirt and I raised my arms high, allowing her to remove it. She tossed it onto the chair that sat at the corner of the room before her hands moved to the belt buckle. She quickly undid the belt and zipper of my jeans but that was as far as I would allow her to go. I wasn’t ready for a woman to fully undress me.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
My body froze.
“Will you let me?” Her voice was bordering on begging and my heart lurched against my ribcage.
