Smug satisfaction made him grin. “Yeah, I am.” He gave a subtle roll of his hips, and she gasped. “You made me admit I deserve a life of my own. You need to admit you deserve love.”
Akira swallowed hard, her throat working. “You make me come, and I’ll tell you.”
He raised his eyebrow. “You’re mistaken as to who’s in charge here.”
“Am I?” Cunning replaced some of the lust in her gaze, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head when she tightened her pussy on him. She clenched again, and again, pushing her hips up so he could sink a tiny bit deeper. “Maybe you’re mistaken.”
She worked her hand between them so she could fondle her breast. His eyes tracked her fingers on her nipple, the way she toyed with the brown nubbin. “Do you like that?” she crooned. “How hot and tight you’ve made me?”
He watched her through slitted eyes, aware his control was slipping right out of his fingers. “You know I do.”
“Only you can do that. I don’t get this wet for anyone else.”
A shudder ran through him, a shudder that made her smile triumphantly.
“Make me come, Jacob. I’ll give you anything you want.”
The words were so seductive, he couldn’t resist any longer. With a low groan, he succumbed, thrusting into her hard, until her cries echoed throughout the cabin.
He collapsed on top of her. Ragged nails scratched up his back, the gauze on her hands tickling him. Her lips pressed against his ear. “I guess… I’m worthy of love.”
He closed his eyes, exultation shooting through him. He felt only a twinge of guilt over the small lie he’d told in that note.
I could love you.
Such a tiny lie. One extra, unnecessary word he’d forced himself to write because he was worried he’d scare her off otherwise.
Soon, he assured himself, he would come clean soon.
He brushed a kiss against her lips. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“We’re going to be late.”
Jacob smiled and leaned his head against the railing of the porch, not taking his eyes off the sun setting over the treetops. “We won’t be late. Why don’t you come sit here for a minute?”
Akira gave a sigh and came to stand next to him. “I will not have your sister hate me because you don’t get to her play on time. Well. Hate me more than she already hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you. She told you where I was.”
“Let’s not read too much into that.”
“We’ll be on time. These are our last few minutes before we have to go back to civilization. Enjoy them.”
Just like that, she softened. They’d been spoiled by the last three days of total isolation, and neither of them was particularly looking forward to returning to the city. Too bad they both had unavoidable obligations there.
She stared at him meaningfully until he glanced up and rolled his eyes. “It’s my last clean shirt, Akira.”
She folded her arms over her chest. His lips twisted, and he grasped his white T-shirt, pulling it over his head in a smooth motion. He arranged the cotton material on the stoop next to him.
Instead of plopping herself down, she gingerly placed her Birkin bag on the makeshift blanket. His exasperated sigh turned into an amused laugh when she landed in his lap. His arms automatically encircled her and tugged her closer.
She pressed her head against his strong shoulder. A part of her realized she ought to be a little concerned over how second nature hugging Jacob had become.Where’s the steel in your spine? The ice in your veins?
Eh. It was still there. Ready to be used when she needed it.
She didn’t need it when Jacob had his arms wrapped around her. When it was clear he was as mushy for her as she was for him.
