Page 60 of Everything We Left Unsaid

Jacob

My lips crash into hers, the taste of her release still on my tongue. Her sweet scent surrounds me and fuels my insatiable need to be inside her. I want to devour her and own her completely. Her body, her mind, her heart. I need them all to be mine. I need to make this permanent. The thought of losing her again, of someone else getting to love her, is unbearable.

She moans against my lips and lifts her hips, pressing her pelvis against mine, begging for what we both need. I kiss her deeply one last time and lift my body from hers. Reaching for the nightstand, I open the drawer and withdraw the rectangular box. Slipping my boxers down my legs, I tear open the foil with my teeth and pull the condom from it. She takes it from me eagerly and I smile to myself, delighted by her impatience.

I’d love to thrust inside her without anything between us, to feel her skin against mine again, but I can’t. It’s too risky. Our hasty, irresponsible actions resulted in an unplanned pregnancy the last time. Neither of us would trade Chloe for anything in the world, but we’re nowhere near ready to give her a sibling.

Abby places the condom on my tip and her dainty fingers roll it down my shaft. I groan at her touch, the feeling of her hands on me, on the most intimate part of my body is enough to make me pant, my eyes squeezing closed at the incredible sensation. She lays back against the pillow and my body hovers above hers. My heart nearly explodes at the look in her eyes. They’re soft and full of affection, ready to give herself to me, willing to trust me with her heart again.

I lean down and kiss her, my tongue sweeping gently over her bottom lip. When I pull back, her eyes slowly drift open and I smile.

“I love you.” I say it with as much gentle conviction as I can. I need her to believe. I need her to know what she means to me. Before I leave here, she has to know this is forever. Me, her, Chloe. We’re a family now, and I’ll never let them go.

Her hand snakes around to the back of my neck and just before her lips meet mine, she whispers, “I love you, too,” against them. I slide into her as my tongue plunges inside her mouth, swallowing her gasp. Her tight warmth engulfs me, welcoming me in and setting every nerve in my body ablaze with pleasure. I rock my hips against hers and she moans, that soft, subtle moan that drives me crazy. That low, sweet sound I’ve never forgotten and suddenly crave more than my next breath.

She lifts her legs and wraps them around my back. Her thighs clutch my sides, her heels digging into my ass as she tilts her pelvis. She knows what she wants and how to get it. I’ll give it all to her. My body, my heart, and my soul. She owns me. Every part of my being is hers.

I bury my face in her neck and skim my lips along her heated flesh, my tongue darting out to taste her. She groans and tilts her head back, needing more. I lick and nibble her sensitive flesh as I thrust into her over and over, bringing her closer to release.

I need to see her. Her beautiful face, when she comes apart, is the most breathtaking sight in the world. I push against the mattress, planting my palms on either side of her head, and lift my top half off her. She gasps, the slight change in angle driving her closer.

“Jacob,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed, her back arching off the bed. God, I’ve missed the sound of my name on her lips. How I survived so long without hearing it is a mystery.

Her thighs squeeze tighter around my torso, her internal muscles clamping harder around me until finally, she lets go. She cries out as her legs shake, her body quaking with its release. She comes hard and the sight of her writhing beneath me, the pressure from her muscles milking me, pushes me over the edge. I follow her, groaning as my own release explodes inside her. I hadn’t planned on finishing so quickly. I wanted to draw it out, to extract as much pleasure for her as possible, but there was no stopping it. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her. Having her again, feeling her soft touch, warm skin, and slick heat after going so long without sent me straight over the moon.

I kiss her deeply before pulling out and instantly miss the feeling of her cocooned around me. She rolls into my side as I lie back, her body nestled against mine. Her wide emerald eyes study my face for a beat.

“Can we do that again?” she asks, pulling her lip between her teeth. I grin like a fool, feeling like the luckiest man on earth, and pull her in for another kiss.

“That sounds like a great idea.” Her lips meet mine, her hand pressed to my chest. Just as my pulse begins to slow, it picks back up at the thought of making love to her again. I know she must feel it pounding against her palm. “I just need a drink before I can go again.” And maybe a few minutes to catch my breath.

I slip out of bed and into the bathroom to discard the condom before making my way to the little kitchenette. This room is small and simple, but clean. The modest accommodations were all I could find on such short notice, but I don’t mind. I really don’t need a fancy place to stay, not like my last visit to this town, especially since I’m rarely here. I’ve spent most of my time at Abby’s house, or in these last couple days, the hospital.

Pulling a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, I twist the cap off and take a long gulp. The crisp liquid works to cool my overheated body.

“Would you like one?” I ask, turning toward Abby. She slinks off the bed, the sheet wrapped haphazardly around her body, and silently makes her way over to me. She says nothing, but her heated gaze lands on mine and remains there until she’s standing in front of me, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She reaches for my bottle, her fingers brushing against mine, and takes it from me. The simple touch has my dick jumping, ready to stand at attention and salute.

Her eyes remain locked on mine as she takes a long draw from my water, every move she makes a slow seduction. When she’s had her fill, she places the bottle on the counter beside me, her tongue darting out to remove the moisture from her kiss-swollen lips. She steps up to me and the backs of her knuckle where she’s holding the sheet closed against her chest brush against my ribs. Her opposite hand cups the nape of my neck and she pulls me in slowly, tortuously, and presses her mouth to mine.

I reach out and grab her by the hips, my fingers bunching the cotton material at her waist. Her lips part and our tongues meet, hers still cool from the water, but it heats quickly. She takes a step back and I follow. We gravitate toward the bed and when we reach it, she opens her hand and the material falls to the ground to pool at her feet. She places her hands atop my shoulders and presses down gently. I sink down onto the edge of the bed and spread my knees as she steps between them.

My mouth is damn near level with her breasts and the temptation is more than I can stand. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I pull her in until my lips meet the center of her chest. My other hand skims up her side and cradles her breast. I trail kisses across her skin until my mouth reaches the tender bud, and I suck on it gently. Her head falls back on a moan and I smile against her.

I release my hold on her, confident she’s not going anywhere, and slide my free hand down her belly. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I slide my fingers down her slick center, spreading her, and finding her wet and tight. My thumb brushes over her clit and her hips jump. I slip one finger inside her and she clamps down around it. After a moment, she relaxes and a second finger joins the first. She sucks in a breath when they curl forward and her fingers dig into my skin.

I work her over, my fingers inside her body, her breast in my mouth until she cries out, “I need you!”

Her plea fuels my desire and I release her, removing my hand from between her legs and my lips from her nipple. I pull her into my lap and she sinks down onto my hardened length. We both groan and she presses her forehead against mine. We start to move, her back arching as she rides me. She feels amazing, all hot and slick.

“Shit!” I exclaim and clamp my hands on her hips to still her.

“What?” she pants, her eyes wide with worry.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

“Shit. We have to get one.”

“I know,” I lament, reveling in the feeling of being completely bare inside her.

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