Page 35 of Something that Could Last

I trail kisses up the side of his neck as I continue to stroke him under the water. He runs his hand up my side, over my ribs, and cups my breast. I push his boxer briefs down over his hips, freeing him and making it easier for me to pump up and down his length. His short, panting breaths let me know I'm doing this right.

He hooks his thumb into the top of my bra and pulls one side down, exposing my breast. I gasp when his warm, wet mouth clamps down on its hardened peak. He circles his tongue around my pebbled nipple before flicking it, sending a jolt of pleasure between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to soothe the ache.

Soon, his fingers are tangled in my hair and his mouth devours mine. He kisses me and nips at my bottom lip, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he lets out a groan. I feel him jerk and tremble, and I know he's about to find his release. Warmth spreads over my hand as he lets go, his hand fisting in my hair. When he shudders one last time, completely spent, I release him and slip my arms around his neck. He's breathing hard, his head tilted back as he tries to catch his breath. He pulls me in tight and I press my head to his chest.

“That was...just...wow,” he expresses, his breathing slowly returning to normal. “I don’t think I’ve had a hand job since Senior Prom,” he chuckles. Those crude words coming from anyone else would be a turn-off for me, but coming from Jacob's mouth, it's sensual and makes me feel like a sex goddess. “And I don't remember iteverfeeling that good.”

He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead before settling his gaze on my body. My chest is just above the water and he can see my dark, erect nipples through the white material clinging to my skin. Heat rises into my cheeks as he appraises me.

“I better get you out of this cold water. You're shivering.” He rubs his hands up and down my goosebump-covered arms. I want to tell him it's not from the water, but I don't. My skin is getting all wrinkled and I’m ready to put my clothes back on. I want to finish our hike and get him somewhere private where we can really explore each other.

Part of me feels guilty for being so ready and willing with him when I’ve only known him a handful of days. Things have never progressed this quickly with any other guy before, but it’s different with Jacob. Our connection runs deeper and the pace is heightened with the knowledge that our time is limited.

I try to push that thought to the back of my mind as we wade over to the edge of the creek where our clothes lay, warming in the sun. Jacob steps out of the water first, then turns and reaches for my hand. I grab it and am immediately pulled into his arms. He wraps them tightly around me and presses his lips to mine.

“You look so good in that wet underwear,” he whispers against my lips. “I just want to lay you out right here and peel it off you. It leaves nothing to the imagination.”

My cheeks flame and my stomach dips, heat pooling between my thighs again. How can his words turn me on and embarrass me at the same time?

He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a worn, navy blue blanket and wraps it around my shoulders. I clutch its edges together as he retrieves my clothes, trying to conceal as much of my nearly naked body as possible. He returns with my clothing and leans in, rubbing his hands over my back to warm me.

“If you need any help getting those wet panties off,” he begins, his hot breath fanning over my cheek, “I’m your guy,” he offers playfully. With that irresistible smile, I consider taking him up on it.

“Thanks, but I think I can manage,” I reply unconvincingly even to my own ears.

“Suit yourself,” he replies with a shrug. “I’ll just hold this blanket up around you in case any other hikers come along.”

“Thanks,” I reply, slipping out of my undies. There's no way I can walk around in wet underwear. I'll just have to go commando in my yoga pants. “I hope there weren't any passing through while we were in the water. They would've gotten one hell of a show.” Jacob's rich, deep laugh brings a smile to my face.

“All of our action was going on under the water. They never would've seen a thing,” he assures me.

I finish changing, leaving my bra on because it will eventually dry and I don’t dare go without one. I offer to hold the blanket up for Jacob so he can slip his wet boxers off.

“Nah, I don't care if anyone sees me,” he reveals with a wink.

“Icare!” I blurt out before I can stop myself. He raises one eyebrow at me in inquiry. “I mean, I don't want anyone else seeing your junk.”Real smooth, Abby.I cringe at my idiocy.

He just shakes his head and chuckles. “Alright,” he concedes. “My junk is all yours.”

Once again, my face burns and I duck my head to hide my flushed cheeks.

He changes quickly back into his shorts and takes the blanket from me, rolling it up and shoving it back into his bag. His phone chimes from his pocket right as he finishes dressing. A scowl appears on his handsome face as his eyes scan the message. My fingers itch to smooth over his knitted brow but I refrain, his look of irritation stopping me in my tracks.

He shoves his phone back in his pocket with a grimace and picks his backpack up. “Guess who just rented a shit load of camping equipment and is insisting on meeting up with us later?” he queries humorlessly.

I let the disappointment wash over me, trying not to let it show on my face.There goes my chance of exploring more of Jacob's delicious body.I was really looking forward to getting him alone. Like, completely alone. Not a soul within miles of us. Now, our friends are butting in on our plans again.

“Oh,” I reply. “That could be fun, I guess.” I shrug and wring out my hair. It could be, I suppose. It's just not what I had in mind. I'm sure Jacob can sense I'm not thrilled by the idea.

“You don't understand,” he asserts, a burning intensity in his icy blue eyes. “I have plans for you. Plans that don't involve our friends.” He steps up to me and presses his body against mine, his arms encircling my waist. “I want you all to myself. I want you where I don't have to worry about anyone else hearing you scream my name. I want you where Luke and Tiff aren't even on our radar.”

Well, at least we’re on the same page.“I want that, too,” I reply, my words barely above a whisper. He holds my gaze for a few seconds before capturing my mouth in a quick but passionate kiss.

He grabs my hand and leads me back to the trail. This time, I take him down the shorter route.

“If we're camping tonight, I need to get a change of clothes and tell my grandmother what's going on. Tiff has to work 'til six,” I calculate, glancing at my watch. “So, we should have plenty of time.”

He stops abruptly, causing me to bump into him. “Wait,” he interjects, turning towards me. “You actuallywantto camp with those two?” he asks incredulously.

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