Page 34 of Something that Could Last

How could I possibly say no to that roguish smile and those blue eyes alight with mischief?

I follow his lead and slip off my shoes and socks, and then loosen my hair from its braid, twisting it into a bun on top of my head to keep it dry. I start to pull off my pants but stop abruptly, a vague memory of choosing my undergarments this morning popping into my mind.Shit. I didn't think this through very well. The white sports bra and matching panties aren’t going to conceal much once they’re wet.

Jacob turns to me, all clothes but his shorts removed and piled haphazardly at his feet. His hands hover at his fly as he eyes me with concern. “Everything alright?”

“Yes. It's just... I um...” I stammer. He steps closer to me and I tilt my chin up to maintain eye contact with him. I give him a sheepish grin. “All of my undergarments are white.”

He looks me over, not understanding my dilemma, but the moment it clicks for him, he bursts into laughter. I, however, am not the least bit amused. I might as well go naked with everything he'll be able to see.

“Ah, it's okay,” he assures me between guffaws. “I won't look when you get out of the water.” His laughter dies down and he eyes me with a look of red-hot lust. “Unless you want me to, of course.”

The heat of his gaze and his devious grin send a wave of desire through my center. “Okay,” is all I can manage to mutter. He places a quick kiss on the tip of my nose and steps back while undoing his zipper. He drops his shorts but leaves on his boxer briefs. That's a damn shame. I slip off my pants and tank top as fast as possible and cross my arms over my chest. Jacob’s amused expression unnerves me. I want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. It's kind of infuriating, but also arousing.

He reaches out to me and brushes his fingers over my arm. “Come on,” he says with excitement. I unfold my arms and place my hand in his. He leads me to the edge of the water and I dip my toes in. It's still a bit chilly this time of year, but nothing I can't handle. We sink down into the water until we’re hip deep.

“You doing okay?” he asks. I nod my head and let him lead me into deeper waters. He pulls us further until the water covers our shoulders and our heads are all that's visible. “There. Now we'll be used to the cold.”

We wade deeper, closer to the waterfall, and he wraps his arms around my waist. His warm flesh feels wonderful against my cool skin. It keeps the chill of the creek water out of my bones. I wrap my legs around him and he cups his hands under my bottom for support, pressing my lower half into his. I bite my bottom lip to stifle my moan and he hisses in a breath when his hardened length meets my center. His eyes flare with heated desire as he removes one hand from my ass and brings it up to my face, pulling at my chin with his thumb and releasing my lip from between my teeth. Cupping the back of my head, he kisses me slowly, temptation mounting between us. He squeezes my ass and rolls his hips, grinding his erection into me.

A low rumble vibrates through his chest and a quiet growl escapes his lips. I hear the waterfall approaching behind me, and I turn to see how close we are, stiffening when I realize we’re only a few feet away. The water is pouring down at a moderate pace. It's not crashing violently into the creek below, but it's enough that the mist from it dampens our skin as we draw near.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, reaching for my hair tie.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly, relaxing as I stare into the icy blue depths of his eyes.

He releases my hair and it falls down my back, its ends swirling into the cool water. He continues forward, bringing my back closer to the fall until I feel the spray from it on my shoulders. He shoves his hands in my hair and crushes his lips to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, tasting. Breaking our kiss, he tilts my head back gently and I close my eyes. Cold water pours over my scalp and down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His lips brush the base of my throat and I gasp as his warm tongue glides over the sensitive skin of my neck. He nips and licks at me while stroking me deliciously with his own arousal. The chilling sensation of cool water rolling down my neck, mixed with the heat of his mouth on my throat is intoxicating. All thoughts of keeping my hair dry are long gone, replaced with pure ecstasy from Jacob’s touch.

He finally backs us away from the waterfall and pulls my lips down to meet his, shifting my body so that I'm no longer flush against him. I let out a disappointed sigh and he chuckles.

“Don't worry,” he whispers in my ear. “This only gets better.” He slowly brushes his fingers down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my panties and teasing the edge with a gentle tug. “I want to touch you,” he growls.

I'm panting, white-hot desire coursing through my veins. “Please, Jacob.”

I feel him smile against my neck. “Please, what?” he teases as he hooks two fingers inside the elastic.

“Touch me.”

As soon as the words leave my lips, his hand dips inside the material, parting me. His fingers slide up and down my slick heat, coating me with my own arousal. He presses the pad of his finger against my sensitive nub and I cry out. His lips crash against mine, muffling the sound. He rubs with gentle circles until I'm ready to explode. Right before my body is wracked by an earth-shattering orgasm, he stops.

I want to scream in frustration, but he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, causing me to gasp. He curls them forward, rubbing me in just the right way. Releasing my mouth, he moves to my ear and grips its lobe between his teeth. His fingers continue to move in and out of me in a delicious rhythm.

“You don't know how bad I want to taste you right now,” he growls into my ear, his voice gruff and strained with carnal need.

I bet it's not any more than I want you to.

The moment he removes his fingers, I feel empty. I want him to fill me until there is no space between us. Just as quickly as he left, he returns his attention to my sensitive nub and resumes his euphoric assault. I'm so close at this point, I might die if he pulls his hand away before finishing this time. The pressure builds quickly and I know I'm about to shatter. His free arm tightens around my back, pressing my side into his torso, his hardened length digging into me.

“Let go, baby. I got you.” His words are my undoing. I shudder my release and cry out. He lets me ride the waves of my orgasm for a moment before sliding his long, skillful fingers back inside. He strokes me, brushing his thumb over my sensitive bundle of nerves every now and then. I feel him, hot and hard against my hip, and I want him inside me. For one, lust-hazed minute, I consider ripping his boxers off and wrapping my legs around him until he sinks into me, but I'm too close to another orgasm. I climb higher and higher, moaning my appreciation for his talents. Then I'm falling, my whole body shaking as I come down from my high.

“Fuck.” Jacob sucks in a shaky breath, pulling his hand out of my panties. “That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” He kisses my temple and I feel him smile. “I almost got off just watching you.”

My face heats and my cheeks redden, embarrassed that he's seen me in such an intimately vulnerable state. I bury my head in his chest, unable to look him in the eyes after coming completely undone in his hands.

“You’re amazing.” He brushes his lips over my temple again.

His sweet words and reassurance embolden me. I’m not usually very brazen when it comes to sex or men in general, but I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. With a shaky hand, I reach down and cup him through his boxers. He's long and hard, the cool water doing nothing to stem the heat between us. I slip my hand inside his waistband and grab his shaft. His head tilts back, eyes closed as a moan escapes his lips. I want nothing more than to wrap my lips around him, tasting him and driving him mad with pleasure. But with our current location, that’s not an option. I guess we'll both have to settle for my hand. I tighten my grip on him and slide my hand up and down in a rhythmic motion.

“Abby,” he breathes my name, his voice thick with desire. I could never tire of hearing him say my name in that sexy timbre.

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