Page 72 of Everything We Left Unsaid

I suppress a groan, thinking about just how not little he is.

Me:I don’t know. I think I’ve forgotten. Might need a reminder.

I punctuate my playful response with a wink.

Jacob:You are killing me, woman.

Me:I’d better let you get back to work then. The sooner you finish up, the sooner you can make it back to me.

My stomach knots with a mixture of disappointment and anticipation once we end our conversation. I’ve been living for his next visit, my expectations rising with each passing day. The thought of him getting stuck in Arlington, unable to make it is disheartening. At least I haven’t told Chloe. She’d be crushed if she thought he was coming back but didn’t show up.

Thursday evening comes and goes with little communication from Jacob. He sends a few texts my way, letting me know he’ll be working late into the night and won’t be able to break away for our nightly call. I try not to let my disappointment hang over us like a dark cloud that ruins everyone else’s day.

Friday morning, I receive a message from him letting me know his arrival is still up in the air. I release a defeated sigh and prepare for the longest day in history, waiting for him to tell me he’s not coming.

At nine thirty that evening, I switch on the TV and find the show I’ve been wanting to watch. Chloe and my grandmother are both fast asleep, and since I’ve already cleaned up the mess from dinner, I pour a glass of wine and settle into the couch. I glance at my phone, willing Jacob to call. I haven’t heard from him in hours and I’m getting restless. He worked into the wee hours of the morning; surely, he’s not working that late again tonight.

I’m polishing off my second glass when two quick taps on the door startle me and I almost drop my drink. Slowly, I creep to the door, wondering who on earth would be showing up at this time of night. I peer through the peephole and gasp, stepping back quickly, my mind unbelieving. Shaking myself, I look again just to be sure and throw the door open.

Jacob stands on the other side, his shirtsleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone. His hair is slightly damp from the light drizzle misting the air, and a couple days’ worth of stubble covers his chin. His eyes rake over my body, taking in my messy bun, sleep tank, and baggy pajama pants. His gaze devours me, heat burning in his icy blue irises. My nipples pucker against the thin fabric of my top and before I can register his movement, he’s across the threshold and pulling me into his body, his hands cupping my face. When his lips connect with mine, it’s like coming home.

I groan into his kiss and fist my hands in his shirt. He backs me up far enough to kick the door closed behind him. One hand snakes into my hair, holding my mouth to his as the other skims my waist.

“God, I missed you,” he confesses against my lips, his voice gruff. He continues walking forward, backing me into the living room. When we reach the couch, he lays me down gently and covers my body with his. His erection presses hard and hot into my thigh and I moan, squirming beneath him, needing to feel him pressed against my center. He obliges, repositioning his hips and thrusting, his zipper scraping against me in the most delicious way.

How is he here?My brain finally begins to work again and I break our kiss.

“You never called,” I blurt out.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He kisses my jaw, working his way to my neck. Mission accomplished. His head descends further, stopping to nip at my collarbone as his hands slide up my torso to cup my breasts. I want to ask questions, but they fall right out of my head as he tugs my shirt down to expose my nipples. He pulls one into his mouth and circles it with his tongue, sending a zing of pleasure between my thighs. His hand finds the other nipple and gives it an equal amount of attention.

I groan at the sensation, pressing my head back against the cushion. He raises up slightly and his hands find the waistband of my pants. He slips them off and has his head buried between my legs before I can stop him.

But why the hell would I?

Oh, right. We’re not the only ones in the house.

I want to tell him to stop, to tell him we can’t do this in here, but instead, my fingers lace in his hair and I lift my hips to meet the thrusting of his tongue. I bite my lip, suppressing my moan as he circles my sensitive nub. He grazes it with his teeth as he slips a finger inside and I gasp at the sensation, knowing I won’t last long if he keeps it up.

Grabbing a throw pillow, I press it against my mouth to muffle the sound of my orgasm. My arms fall away limply once my body is sated with release and Jacob chuckles. He removes the pillow still covering my face and leans down to press a kiss to my lips.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that since those naughty texts you sent me yesterday.” He smiles down at me wickedly. “Do you know how difficult it is to sit through an hour-long meeting with a hard-on?”

Giggling, I shrug. “Sorry,” I offer unapologetically.

Sorry, not sorry.

“You don’t seem remorseful at all.” His brow arches with intrigue. “Perhaps I should throw you over my knee and spank that pretty little ass of yours.”

My breath hitches and my core tightens, heat enveloping my entire body. I’ve never been turned on by that kind of thing before, but the way he says it, his voice deep and thick with desire, makes me want to beg for it. What the hell is happening to me?

His eyes flare at my reaction to his playfully wanton threat and he leans in close, his hands braced on each side of my head. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His erection presses against my still bare center and I groan. His kiss swallows the sound, the taste of my lust on his lips. “You are so fucking sexy right now. I can’t wait to get you someplace away from everyone else so I can have you all to myself.” He kisses me passionately a moment longer but pulls away before things get any more intense.

When he stands and adjusts himself, the bulge in his pants proves he’s not ready to be done with me yet. I sit up in confusion. Where is he going? He bends and retrieves my bottoms from the floor, handing them to me. I glance down at the clothing in my hand and scowl. He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“You and I both know we need to put the brakes on this,” he says, gesturing between us. My face falls and his eyes widen. “Don’t get me wrong,” he continues, wrapping his hand in my hair and pulling me in close, his warm breath fanning over my face. “I can’t wait to have you on your back in my bed, your legs spread wide as you moan my name,” he confesses. His eyes lower to my mouth and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “But with your grandmother just down the hall, we need to cool it before we wake her up and she comes out here to investigate.”

Oh. I guess he has a point.

“I’m going to go so I can get settled into the place I rented for us, but I’ll be back in the morning,” he assures me. “You, me, and Chloe are going to have a great time this weekend,” he promises, caressing my face. “And you and I,” he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek and cupping his hand over the side of my neck, “are going to spend some quality time together.”

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