Page 59 of Everything We Left Unsaid

My knees clamp together as his hand slips up under the hem and squeezes, his long, deft fingers digging into my flesh. His left hand flexes and closes on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking in protest beneath his vice-like grip. The engine revs as he accelerates, my pulse matching its tempo. By the time Chili finishes her solo, his fingers are teasing the edge of my panties, my arousal dampening the tips.

“How much longer?” I groan.

“At least twenty minutes. Maybe fifteen if I push it.” He’s already breaking the speed limit and testing the traction on the Range Rover’s tires with every curve.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

He glances at me quickly, returning his gaze to the road in a split second.

“Fuck,” he curses and tightens his grip on my thigh. “I don’t know if I can either,” he confesses. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and I look away. Watching him just makes this worse.

“Shit!” he exclaims suddenly and slaps the steering wheel. “I left the condoms in my room.”

Curiosity and disappointment flood me. What was he planning to do? Pull over on the side of the road like we did earlier, throw me in the back seat, and have his way with me? Because, at this point, I would totally be down for that.

He pulls his hand away and I nearly cry. I need to feel his touch on my skin, his warm, hard body against mine. He shifts in his seat and grabs the wheel with both hands, leaning forward to focus on the road.

When we finally skid to a stop in the parking lot of the quaint inn where he’s rented a room, he throws the car in park and we both jump out. We meet in front of the hood and he grabs my hand, pulling me toward his door. Fishing his key card out of his pocket, he grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling me in for a kiss as he unlocks the door. I’m ushered inside, Jacob’s free hand reaching up to cup my cheek. His mouth crashes against mine over and over again, his tongue dipping in and out, grazing my lips with his teeth.

His hands slide down my arms and frame my waist, his grip on me almost painful. In one swift movement, he leans down and grabs me around the backs of my thighs and lifts me from the floor. My back meets the door and he presses his hips between my legs, his hardened length straining against me. My thighs clench, curling around him like a python.

Jacob kisses me until my lips are tender and I can barely catch my breath. His erection strokes against my core, the friction driving me wild as his fingers grip my ass. I groan against his mouth, needy and impatient for release.

My back leaves the door and we make our way to the bed, tumbling down onto the soft mattress. He leans up and slips his hands beneath my dress, prepared to relieve me of my panties. His eyes meet mine, the intensity in his gaze igniting my lust. He crawls up my body and captures my lips in a gentler, less urgent kiss.

“I want nothing more than to rip those panties to shreds and bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll still be able to feel me for days,” he confesses, his voice gruff with restraint. “But I need to take my time with you. I don’t want to rush this, because it will be over too soon. I’ve waited so long for this. I want to savor you.” His hand spears into my hair and he pulls my lips against his. “We need to make the most of this night, and I plan on giving you everything I have.”

I shudder, suppressed emotion clogging my throat, and nearly cry when he slides off the bed, mourning the loss of his heat and the pressure of his body on mine. He reaches for me and I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. Dropping down in front of me, he slips his hand down my calf and grips my ankle, applying just enough pressure so that I’ll lift my leg at his silent request. He slips my shoe from my foot and releases my leg before repeating each step with the other. Once he’s divested me of my shoes, he stands and circles me, my back facing his front. One warm, strong hand brushes my hair over my shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the back of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine as heat floods my lower belly and settles between my thighs.

I suck in a breath and hold it as he grips my zipper and slowly drags it down what little of my back wasn’t already exposed. His thumbs brush over my shoulder blades as he pushes at the edges of my dress. The straps slip down my arms, revealing my breasts in the process. I pull my hands free, fighting the urge to cover myself as the cool air pebbles my skin.

Jacob pushes his fingers into the fabric at my waist, his palms gliding over my hips and thighs as he pushes the dress down the rest of my body. It pools at my feet and I step out of it. His hand skims across my stomach and goosebumps cover my flesh. He turns my body so I’m facing him and takes a step back. His eyes stay locked on mine for a second, his burning gaze searing into my soul before they slowly drink me in, standing in front of him in nothing but my tiny lace thong. Head to toe, his eyes slowly slide down my body, every inch of my skin tingling with awareness under his scrutiny.

His chest expands, his shoulders lifting and nostrils flaring with a deep inhale. He’s holding back, showing more restraint than I thought possible, and I’m growing anxious because of it. Finally, he speaks.

“Still so fucking beautiful.” He steps up to me and pulls me against his chest, his lips swallowing my gasp. One arm slips around my waist, crushing me to him as the other slides up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair. I moan into his mouth, excitement and tenderness filling my chest with something I haven’t felt in over two years. The absolute and infinite love of the only man to ever own my heart. It constricts, butterflies filling my chest and belly as he holds me tight, unwilling to ever let go of me again.

My hands fumble for the buttons on his shirt. I need to feel his skin on mine, to feel his heart beat wildly in his chest, his pulse racing like my own. He releases me and steps back, helping me unbutton him. He shrugs out of his shirt as I push the sleeves down his arms. As soon as it’s off, his lips are on mine again. I grab at his waist, clumsily unbuttoning his pants and sliding his zipper down. I hook my thumbs into the waistband and push the material down his powerful thighs, coming face to face with his erection when I bend down.

I glance up at him, and the dark look in his eyes emboldens me. Dropping to my knees, I wrap my hand around his rock-hard shaft and stroke up and down its length a couple times. His head falls back and he groans at my touch. I smile to myself; knowing the effect I have on him makes me feel incredibly powerful, and damn, if that isn’t a turn on.

He hisses in a breath when my lips meet his tip and slide over his length. His hand reaches out to cup the back of my neck. “Abby,” he moans, the sound of my name in that deep timbre warming my entire body. My thighs clench tightly, and I fight the urge to slip my finger inside my panties to ease the tension. I’ll leave that to Jacob.

My fist pumps up and down as I take him in my mouth, my tongue brushing the underside of his cock. I want to take all of him, everything he can give me. So, I do. All the way to the back of my throat, sucking as I pull back and swirling my tongue around the tip when I get to the end. I repeat this motion twice more before he tugs the hair at the base of my skull, causing him to pop free. Before I can ask why he made me stop, his lips are on mine, crashing against them with a brutal intensity.

“That was amazing, but I’m not going to last much longer if you keep it up,” he admits. And what’s so bad about that? “I need to be inside you,” he confesses. “I need to feel your body quake and know I made you come. I want you completely spent, your body and mind blissfully sated. I want to take care of that ache between your thighs and feel you come on my fingers and against my tongue before I bury myself deep inside you.” My breath hitches, his lascivious words making my core tighten, the needy, empty feeling begging to be filled.

He continues to kiss me furiously and backs me up to the bed, urging me to lie down. I comply and wait for further instruction, wanting to please him, willing to do anything he asks. He smiles at me wickedly as he hooks his fingers into my panties and tugs. I lift my hips, allowing him to slip the tiny scrap of fabric down my legs. Crouching in front of me at the foot of the bed, he lifts my leg and presses a kiss to my ankle bone. His lips skim up the inside of my leg, feathering kisses along the way. The closer he gets to my center, the hotter my skin grows and the wetter I become.

When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he glances up and catches me watching him. A slow smile spreads across his face and he presses a kiss to my mound. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut, the sensation almost too much after what feels like an eternity of anticipation. At the first swirl of his tongue, my hips buck wildly off the bed and I moan. He chuckles, the vibration from his lips sending a jolt of pleasure through my core. His hands grip my hips, pinning me in place as his mouth attacks my sensitive nub. Stroke after stroke, his warm, wet tongue swiping over me, his lips gently sucking, I grow more and more restless with my impending release.

I come hard, my entire body convulsing, thighs clamping against the sides of his head. When he’s finished, my body is as limp as a rag doll.

Jacob kisses his way up my stomach and buries his face in my neck. “Fuck, I love those sounds you make when you come.”

My entire body flushes, my cheeks growing hot at his naughty declaration. He flutters kisses against my throat and along my jaw before returning to my mouth.

“You have no idea how sexy you are right now. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.”

“Mmmm,” I groan as he cups my breast and skims his thumb over the tight bud.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice gentle but demanding.

“Yes,” I breathe. And I am. I’m ready for everything he has to give me.

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