“Jacob,” I whispered, my throat thick with tears.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he murmured.
“Not even with—” I began to ask the question but stopped myself mid-sentence. I still wasn’t sure how comfortable Jacob was talking about his wife. The last thing I wanted to do was make him hurt, especially when we were being so vulnerable with each other. I needed him to trust that I’d keep him as safe emotionally as he kept me physically. Also, I didn’twant to break the spell we’d weaved with our soft touches and heartfelt words.
If I could’ve lain here, gazing at Jacob for the rest of my life, I would’ve counted myself lucky.
“It was different with Allie,” he explained softly, his eyes taking on a faraway look. “It was comfortable and easy. With you, it’s thrilling, like I wake up excited for the day ahead ‘cause I never know what I’m gonna get.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I know.”
“I loved her,” he murmured. “But I need you to breathe.”
Heat hit the back of my throat. “Yeah,” I repeated. “I know.”
“Allie died of heart failure,” he went on. “The post-mortem revealed she had a condition called Long QT Syndrome. It prolonged Allie’s QT interval, which led to a sudden heart attack. We didn’t know she had the condition, and it had never knowingly affected her before. It came out of the blue.” His forehead furrowed. “I was up in the air at the time on a surveillance mission. There was no way my commanding officer would or could have told me what had happened while I was airborne. I wasn’t aware there was anything wrong until four hours after she was officially declared dead.”
My throat burned. “I’m so fucking sorry, Jacob.”
His fingers stroked the back of my neck. “You don’t need to be, baby. I’m gutted I lost her, but I’m grateful to be here with you. My world stopped turning the day Allie died, then I looked into your eyes that night two years ago, and you made it spin again.”
My heart fluttered at his beautiful words. “For someone who doesn’t know what to say around me, you’re doing a stand-up job.”
Jake’s chuckle was rough and deep. “Maybe you bring out the romantic in me.” His hand lifted to the dipin my back, and he pulled me in until our bodies connected. His cock was hard, and I shivered at the sensation as he ground himself against me.
He leaned into my neck, his lips skimming my collarbone, his fingers lifting the hem of my tank, pulling it up my arms and over my head, leaving my breasts bared. “I can’t get enough of you. Just when I think I’ve had my fill, you pick up a guitar and weave your magic. Never seen anything as sexy as you playing your guitar wearing just a pair of panties and a tiny little titty top.”
I giggled at the tickling sensation from his stubble as it scraped across my neck. “It’s not as sexy as watching you lie back naked with your arm flung over your eyes with that chest and all. You’re hotter than Hades, and twice as bad.”
His hand trailed across my breast, and my nipple pebbled in response. I let out a contented sigh and wriggled in his arms, my thighs clenching with need.
“You burn me up,” he muttered. “I feel like I’m gonna spontaneously combust. Everythin’ about you makes me hard. Even when you’re bratty. Hell, especially when you’re bratty.” His teeth grazed the underside of my breast. “Never tasted anythin’ sweeter than you, Saint McClure.”
My toes curled as his mouth enclosed a nipple, and he sucked hard and wet before trailing kisses across my chest and drawing the other one between his lips. My head spun with need, and my skin burned for him, and going by the way heat rolled off him in waves, he burned for me, too.
My hand lowered to his cock, and I trailed my fingers across it, making his hips buck against my hand. “Touch me,” he commanded, his voice rough and growly.
Wrapping my fingers around him, I began to pull and twist, adjusting the strength of my grip as I tugged.
Jacob let out a low moan, and he buried his face in my throat and sucked on the soft skin there.
“I love how hard you get for me,” I whispered, stroking up and down.
“Jesus, woman,” he rasped. “You’re gonna make me nut.” He pulled out of my hold and slid an arm under my leg, hitching it up and opening me good and wide. “Fuck!” he cut out. “Wrap.”
He let me go, his arm going to his nightstand to grab a condom. I took the opportunity to wriggle out of his hold and slide down the bed until I was face-to-face with his big, hard dick.
Grabbing the base roughly, I took the tip in my mouth, then with a deep moan, I slid my lips down his length, sucking hard as I went.
“Jesus fuck!” he groaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably.
I gagged slightly but quickly recovered and began to suck up his length slowly until I reached the burgeoning head and swirled my tongue around it.
His hips bucked again, and the next thing I knew, I was being hauled up by the arms and slammed onto my back. He expertly sheathed his cock, and I licked my lips at the delectable sight. I could still taste him on my tongue, his scent all man and musky, with a hint of citrus and cedar from his Bleu De Chanel cologne.
Fucking hot.
He hovered over me, his eyes gleaming. “You gonna take it rough?”
