Page 79 of Something that Could Last

Good, I’m ready to get out of here and get her home. I give the bell a ring and the waitress returns to our table.

“Martin will return shortly to take you to your car,” she informs us when we tell her we’re ready to leave.

A few minutes later, Martin pulls up in a golf cart to escort us back to the parking lot. “I hope you two enjoyed your evening. Please, come back and see us again.” We hop off the cart and I thank him, shaking his hand with gratitude. This evening was perfect. I can’t thank them enough for helping me pull this off.

Abby walks to the passenger side and waits for me to unlock the doors, but I don’t. I stalk up to her and place my arms on each side of her body, caging her between me and my car. I watch as her chest rises and falls rapidly, anticipation glinting in her eyes. When I can no longer stand the torture, I bend down and crush my mouth to hers, devouring her sweet taste and consuming her moans. I press my body to hers, the proof of my desire digging into her belly.

“Jacob,” she whispers in that low, panting breath to which I’ve grown accustomed.

“Get in the car,” I command, releasing my hold on her. We need to get back to the cabin. Now. I open her door and wait for her to climb inside before shutting her in and taking my seat beside her. I drive as fast as I possibly can without endangering ourselves or other motorists, the need to be inside her fueling my impatience. I just hope she’s as eager as I am. I throw the car in park and jump out as soon as we get home.

Home.

That’s exactly what this feels like. Anywhere Abby is feels like home to me. I shove the key in the lock and push through the front door. It doesn’t look like anyone else is here. Good.

I grab Abby’s hand and lead her towards the hallway. I can’t wait another second to touch her and feel her tremble against my fingertips. Stopping and pressing her against the wall, I swallow her gasp with my kiss. She responds immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck and snaking one hand up the back of my head, holding my mouth to hers. I pick her up and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. Our tongues intertwine as I grind my hips, pressing myself against her core. She’s hot and needy, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her.

“I need you,” I confess, my voice hoarse with desire.

“You have me.”

I search her eyes for meaning, hoping she’s saying what I think she is. She holds my gaze, her deliberate stare telling me not to hold back. That’s all I need. Pulling her away from the wall and continuing towards my bedroom, her lips never straying from my waiting mouth, I place her gently on the bed and cover her body with mine. Her soft moans and quiet sighs make it hard for me not to simply start ripping off her clothes.

Reaching between us, I loosen her belt and unbutton her jeans. Two soft, warm hands slide beneath my shirt and rub up my back. I pull away just long enough to unroll my sleeves and begin loosening the buttons. Abby’s eyes burn with desire as she watches my fingers. With shaky hands, she reaches up and starts unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom. When it finally falls open, she slides her palms over my shoulders and I shrug out of it.

She helps me pull her top over her head before discarding it on the floor. I finish undoing her jeans and slide them down over her hips, noticing how her thighs quake, the anticipation affecting her just as much as it affects me. I hook my fingers inside the tops of her panties and wait for her to lift her hips before pulling them off. I kiss my way up her leg from her knee to the junction of her thighs. She gasps when I slide two fingers inside her and press my lips to her lower belly. I continue to kiss her, lower and lower until I reach her clit. My tongue darts out and I taste her, swirling it over and around as my fingers work inside her. She moans and gasps and squirms until her body shakes with her release.

“Jacob, please,” she begs. I know what she wants, what she needs, and I’m prepared to give her everything.

I lean up and she hastily unzips my jeans. My erection springs free when I slip out of my pants and boxers. She swallows hard as she drinks me in, her eyes trailing slowly up my body until they meet mine. She sits up on her knees and pulls my body towards her, cupping the back of my neck. My arms crush her to me as my lips crash into hers.

Before I know it, I’m sprawled on top of her, her heels digging into the backs of my thighs. I rub myself against her slick, inviting warmth, and she moans as my shaft strokes her core. Finally, with one long, hard thrust, I’m buried deep inside her. I pause for a moment, letting her body adjust to me. She clenches her muscles, soundlessly encouraging me to continue, so I do. I make love to her, making her come and moan my name, and then I slow down and kiss her, letting her know she’s mine and that she’s all I’ll ever want.

I hold off as long as I can, but finally release when she climaxes for the last time. I kiss her face and push her hair back once she comes down from her high. She looks a little sad when I pull out of her, almost as though she feels empty without me. But I know I’ve marked her. There’s no way she’ll ever forget me now.

Abby

I’M READY TOgohome. I’m ready to crawl back into Jacob’s bed and spend the next twelve hours wrapped up in his arms. Last night was amazing. I’d missed him. I’d missed the way his bare skin felt sliding over mine, the fullness of him inside me, and his fingers wrapped in my hair, gently tugging my head back, his lips exploring every dip and curve of my neck. Thinking about him makes me long for his touch, his kiss, and the feeling of his body pressed against mine.

These last two weeks went by so fast. A man I didn’t even know fourteen days ago has somehow become the most important person in my life. He stole my heart, and I pray he never gives it back. It’s his. Forever.

I’ve been stuck at work all day while Jacob and Luke spend their last full day here doing exactly what they came for. They’re out exploring all the New River and its surrounding area has to offer, and I must admit, I’m a little envious. I sidle up next to Tiff at the bar and lean in to speak into her ear.

“I’m so ready to get out of here.” My patience is growing thin. I’m ready for this day to be over so I can get back to Jacob, but at the same time, I don’t want his departure to come any faster.

She nods in understanding. “Me, too.”

“What do you think the guys have planned for us tonight?” I’m sure this being their last night in town, they’ll have something special in store.

“I don’t know about Jacob, but I’m pretty sure Luke’s plans involve a can of whipped cream and a blindfold.” She winks at me before sauntering off with her tray. She’s probably right. I doubt we’ll see much of each other once we get to the cabin. We’ll both be, ahem, occupied.

On the ride home, I start to feel flutters in my stomach. For the first time in days, I’m nervous to see Jacob. I know our time is coming to an end. The hours are dwindling down, and I don’t know when I’m going to see him after tomorrow. I hate the sinking feeling in my gut. The possibility of never seeing him again is becoming real to me.

What if this is it? What if, once he leaves, he moves on and has no desire to see me anymore?

I throw my old, beat-up truck in park when we pull up to the cabin, and I’m at their front door before Tiff even steps foot on the gravel. When I walk inside, Jacob is in the kitchen standing in front of the oven. He pulls a glass dish out and sets it on the counter, our eyes connecting from across the room.

“Hey, beautiful.” His easy smile fades when he takes in the distressed look on my face. I feel like bursting into tears so I scurry to his room, the sound of his footsteps closing in behind me.

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