Please, just…forget it.
Forget it? He meant forget her, and she’d decided long ago no one would ever fucking forget her. Eating her out would be a memory he took to his grave, because God knew it would get some extra screen time on her own recap of life. She couldn’t, wouldn’t be the only one.
When Remy had whispered a naughty invitation to accompany him to the storage room he’d scoped out, it had seemed like fate. She hadn’t honestly expected Jacob to follow her, even after she’d beckoned him. At best, she’d hoped he’d be tormented with images of what she might be up to.
But then she’d found him framed in the doorway, face flushed, eyes hot, not a trace of disgust clinging to him. So she’d thrown out the invitation.
And he had taken it.
As expert a lover as Remy was, she couldn’t ascribe her most-excellent orgasm to his talent alone. Without Jacob here watching her, wanting her, she doubted she would have flown so high.
Akira licked her lips, tasting the sweat from the hand he’d placed over her mouth to stifle her cries. Could she keep his taste on her lips forever?
He leaned in close, massive arms bracketing her head, palms flat on the door. He loomed over her, but she wasn’t scared.
“I think we’re finished,” she said, struggling to be cool. It was a challenge, though she had gotten both her orgasm and her revenge.
“No.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yes. Very much yes.”
“Why did you do that?”
Though she realized the words were dipped in agony, they made her bristle. He had no right to question anything she did. Uncaring that he was so much larger than her, she took a step closer, her heels helping her to get up in his face. “Why did you stay, darling?”
No answer.
Her lips curved in a bitter smile. “I mean, it couldn’t have been the same reason you kissed me on Monday.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You don’t know why I kissed you on Monday.”
“Of course I do. The blubbering I did probably brought out all your protective manly instincts. Turned you on.”
“I’m not turned on by weakness.”
She snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”
“I’m not.”
Lies. Maybe it was the Molotov cocktail of emotions inside of her, but she needed to push him. Force him to admit the truth. “Yeah, it’s a coincidence after almost a decade and a half of knowing each other, your face wound up in my vagina the one time I cried in front of you?”
He flinched at the word vagina, which only made her want to say it again and again, like a snotty teenage boy.Shoulda said cunt.
“It didn’t happen because you were crying.”
“Oh, was it the fetal position I was in then?”
“No.” The single word was low and held a warning.
“A glimpse of my softer side because I held my grandmother’s—”
“It happened because I touched you.”
She froze. For a normal person, that would have been a forceful declaration. For usually quiet Jacob, it was a roar. Shock chased across his face, as if he had been unprepared to make that announcement.
Akira blinked. “What?”
“We don’t… We’ve never touched.”
