Page 51 of Everything We Left Unsaid

He pulls me in for a kiss, one hand cupping my face while the other expertly unclasps my bra. “You’re so wet,” he groans against my mouth. He pulls away and slips my shirt over my head. The straps of my bra fall down my arms and he tosses it aside.

“I need yours off,” I pant, reaching for the bottom of his tee. He leans forward and the blanket falls, pooling around my waist. Cool air hits my exposed torso and my nipples pucker. He leans down and sucks one stiff peak into his mouth and my hips jump. I desperately yank at his shirt, needing to feel more than just the warmth of his mouth on my skin. Together we peel his shirt up and over his head and toss it haphazardly onto the porch.

“Stand up,” he commands. I follow his instructions and he slides my shorts down my legs. I step out of them when they pool at my feet. He reaches for me and positions me beside him, covering our bodies once again with the blanket. Turning me sideways so my back is against the armrest, he places one of my legs behind his back and pulls the other into his lap, settling his hips between my open thighs. I gasp when his cool fingers trail up the inside of my thigh.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness of night and I can just make out his face when he wraps his arms around my back and leans over me. He studies me as his fingers dip beneath the cotton, finding my body hot and needy and ready for him. Toying with the edge, he gives me a devilish smile before his head descends to my chest again.

When his tongue encircles my nipple this time, his finger dips inside my body and I gasp. He pulls it back out and spreads the moisture from my arousal over my sensitive nub and I cry out, the sensation almost too much. His finger enters me again and he thrusts it in and out, his thumb brushing the outside every now and then. A second finger joins the first and I groan, my head falling back. His erection digs into my leg, straining, begging for release. His arousal fuels my desire.

Suddenly he releases me and my back meets the seat of the swing. Pushing my panties aside, his hot tongue replaces his thumb and the fingers inside of me curl forward. I let out a cry of pleasure and immediately cover my mouth with my hands. I feel him smile against me, amused by my unseemly reaction.

My body is coiled so tight, like a snake that’s ready to strike, that it only takes a few strokes of his tongue before I come apart. His fingers continue their unhurried motion until I shatter completely.

Jacob kisses his way back up my body until he finds my mouth. Tasting myself on his tongue turns me on more than I’d ever thought possible. All I want is to wrap my legs around him and let him sink into me, but I’ve learned my lesson and I learned it the hard way. I’ll never have sex without a condom again until I know it’s with the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

“How is it possible for you to taste so fucking good?” he growls into my ear. He kisses me again and his erection presses into my body. “I want you so bad,” he confesses. “I’ve missed you. I’ve thought about you a million times over the last two years,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ve wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped in your arms again, to be buried inside you, to watch your face when you come.” He punctuates his last word with a kiss. “God, I’ve missed that look.”

He rests his forehead on my chest and heaves a deep breath. “There are so many things I wish I’d done differently, but there’s nothing we can do to change the past.” He lifts his head back up and stares into my eyes. “All we can do is move on, and you’re the one I want to move on with. I want another chance. I want to be the man who wakes up next to you in the morning and gets to see that first beautiful smile of the day. I want to hold you when you cry and be the one to make you laugh. I can’t stand the thought of going another day without you being mine.”

I throw my arms around his neck and crash my lips against his. His declaration brings tears to my eyes, but I blink them away. I had no idea he felt this way about me. I knew we had a connection. We always had. I knew he loved Chloe and wanted to have a good relationship with me for her sake, but I’d given up hope that he felt the same way about me as I do about him.

“I am yours!” I cry out with conviction. His lips descend on mine again and he pours every bit of himself into our kiss.

“I love you, Abby,” he says, his voice thick and heady. My head spins and I feel dizzy. Jacob just bared his soul to me and with those three words, I know nothing will ever be the same. “I’ve always loved you. I should’ve told you before. I should’ve made sure you knew before I left that day, but I was scared. I was scared to admit my feelings for you, scared that you’d reject me. I was a damn fool. You slipped through my fingers and it was all because I was too chicken shit to tell you I loved you.”

“I love you, too,” I sob as tears stream down my face. He pulls himself into a seated position and brings me with him, settling me into his lap. Bringing the blanket back up to my shoulders, he covers my nakedness, protecting me from the cold. I tuck myself into his chest, resting my head beneath his chin. With his bare skin pressed against mine, his body heat warms me against the chilly night.

“You’re driving me crazy sitting there with nothing but those little cotton panties on.” His fingers draw lazy circles over my back. They trail languorously over my exposed skin, the slow, steady rhythm belying the raging inferno blazing between us. His hardened length is pressed against my center and I feel how badly he wants me.

He presses his forehead to mine and pinches his eyes shut. “Please tell me you have a condom.”

“I don’t.” I kick myself for not keeping them on hand, but I haven’t had to worry about it. Gavin and I never did that here, and he always had them at his place.

“Shit. I don’t either.”

“Oh,” I utter in disappointment.

“I don’t mean to make assumptions,” he adds hurriedly. “I just...” he begins but pauses, then slowly lets out a pent-up breath before speaking again. “I really need you,” he confesses. “I need to be inside you and feel every inch of your silky skin.”

“I want the same thing, but we need to be more careful this time.”

“I know, and I don’t want to put us in another situation we’re not ready for.”

“Would you be willing to make a compromise?” I ask, a wry smile curving my lips.

“What did you have in mind?” he replies, a glimmer of excitement alight in his eyes.

I don’t say a word. I simply shimmy out of his lap and drop to my knees in front of him. He groans and scoots to the edge of the seat, his need for my touch as desperate as mine for his. He springs free when I undo his pants and his hips jerk when I palm him. I stroke my hand up and down and the sound of his head falling back on the swing brings a triumphant smile to my face.

When my lips slide over the tip, he sucks in a breath between his teeth. My warm tongue encircles the head as I pump my hand up and down. His back arches off the seat as I sink down on him, taking as much of him in as I can. I grab his thighs to pin him in place so the swing doesn’t rock and knock me over. His hands tangle in my hair as my head rises and falls and he grows closer to his release. I continue to stroke him with both mouth and hand until he grows so hard, I know he’s about to come. He gives me the tap on the shoulder to let me know it’s about to happen, but I don’t release him. I take in a deep breath a second before his hot liquid coats the back of my throat.

When he’s finished, he pulls me back into his lap and buries his head in my neck. “I think that may have made things worse,” he pants against my shoulder. “I still want you just as bad, maybe even more now. That was amazing.” He kisses me and I hesitantly open my mouth to him, afraid he’ll be repulsed by his fluids inside there. But he doesn’t seem to mind or even notice. He kisses me with the same yearning intensity as before. “I’m not sure I can even walk after that.”

“I’m okay with that. It means you can’t go anywhere.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I sound needy and clingy, which wasn’t what I intended at all.

“I’m not going anywhere right now,” he assures me, and I relax. “You have me for at least another forty-eight hours.”

“That’s it?” I blurt out, wincing at my inability to keep my damn mouth shut.

“Unfortunately, yes. I have a meeting I have to be at Thursday. I can’t miss it.”

“It’s fine. I get it. I’m grateful you’ve been able to stay as long as you have. Your boss has been very generous, allowing you this time off.”

“Yeah, he’s been very flexible and understanding. Honestly, he’s been breathing down my neck about taking some vacation time for months. I think he’s secretly relieved to have me out of his hair.”

I chuckle and then shiver, my body finally cooling from the scorching hot encounter with Jacob. He wraps the blanket tighter around my shoulders and rubs his hands up and down my arms.

“We better get you back inside and warm you up,” he declares. We pick up our discarded clothes and empty bottles and retreat inside the house. Before I can get far, he grabs me and brings his lips down on mine, pulling the blanket I’m gripping from my hands. The blanket falls to the floor and he takes a step back, drinking in the sight of me standing in front of him, naked except for my simple, pale pink panties.

“I thought I’d gotten my fill of you,” he announces, stalking toward me. He grabs me by the ass and picks me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around him, my hands coming up to cup his face. “But now I need another taste.” He throws me on the couch and proceeds to sample my flavor again.

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