Page 16 of Anything For This Love

“Tiff said it to you that night we went camping. You got this nostalgic, dreamy look in your eyes like the expression was special to you.”

This man continues to amaze me. Even when I think he’s not paying attention, he’s listening and learning what’s important to me.

“I can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember everything.”

Overwhelmed by emotion, I lean in and kiss him, hiding behind the connection so he doesn’t see how his words affect me. When I’m somewhat composed, I bid him goodnight and escape to my room. My bed feels cold and lonely, knowing Jacob is just in the next room.

Sometime in the night, I stir awake at the sensation of my mattress shifting. The bed depresses behind me as I lie on my side and a warm, hard body curls around mine. I stiffen momentarily, but the familiar woodsy scent envelops me and the haze of slumber begins to lift.

Jacob.

His arm slips around my side and his hand splays over my belly. He presses his lips softly to the back of my head and I sign contentedly, snuggling into his embrace. He freezes before whispering my name.

“Are you awake?”

“Mmm, hmm,” I mumble, sleep threatening to overtake me once more.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to be close to you.”

“S’okay.” I burrow into him, seeking out his warmth and he sucks in a sharp breath. His grip tightens on me and he groans.

“Damn it.” His muttered curse is low and laced with need. When he flexes his hips, his hardened length presses into my backside.

“Jacob,” I moan.

“This isn’t why I came in here,” he rushes to assure me. “I just wanted to hold you, but shit…” He holds me tighter, burying his face in my neck. “Your skin is so soft and you smell so fucking good.”

I close my eyes and focus on the sensations his touch elicits from my body: his lips feathering kisses along my neck, the graze of his fingers over my skin. His pinky skims the top of my pajama bottoms and I clamp my thighs together, anticipating his touch between them. A soft sigh escapes me and my back curves, pressing my ass into his groin.

Jacob slips his hand into my pants and lets out a low curse when he finds me bare beneath the pink flannel. His fingers trail down until they find my wet entrance and dip inside. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound as his fingers, slick from my arousal, slide up to my clit and circle it. My hips move of their own accord, undulating and seeking out release. I reach behind me and shove my hand into his pants, palming him and curling my fingers around his shaft. He growls against my ear and moves his fingers faster and faster. I pump my fist, squeezing him tightly with each stroke. My orgasm explodes and I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cries.

Before he can pull his hand away, I make quick work of shoving the front of his sweats down before shimmying my bottoms down my hips. I grip him in my hand again, arching my back to position him where I want him. Finally catching up to my intentions, Jacob slams his hips against mine, filling me in one thrust.

“Shhh,” he whispers in warning. I hadn’t even realized I’d made a sound.

My mind is too focused on the fullness in my core, the euphoric feeling only Jacob can provide. He stills for a moment, taking a deep breath before he begins to move. His fingers dig into my hip as his other hand tangles in my hair, coaxing me to turn my head. I do and his mouth finds mine, swallowing every sound before I can make it. His lips move to my ear.

“Condom,” he growls, and my eyes pop open.Shit!

I reach forward and pull the drawer of my nightstand open. He slips out of me as I search blindly for the foil packet I know is in there. My fingers finally find it and I pluck it out of the drawer, passing it to him. He’s sheathed and gripping my hips, his erection poised at my entrance in seconds. He enters me and my body ripples around him, my next orgasm coming on quickly and powerfully. Stars burst behind my eyelids and my head swims. He follows close behind, his groans muffled against my shoulder.

Jacob’s warm breath stirs the damp hair clinging to my cheek. The temperature in the room seems to have risen ten degrees since he slid between my sheets, causing a sheen of sweat to gather on my brow. He pulls out of me and straightens my clothing before tucking himself back into his pants.

“Wow, was not expecting that at all,” he chuckles.

I turn to face him, pushing my hair back from my face. “A pleasant surprise, I hope,” I offer with a grin.

“You have no idea.” He leans in for a kiss, brushing his tongue gently against my lips, asking for entry. I open, happily granting his request. After wrapping the condom in a tissue and discarding it in my waste basket, we fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms, too tired to worry about anyone finding us like this in the morning.

Chapter Six

Abby

The spotnext to me is empty when I awake the next morning. I let out a relieved breath, thankful that Jacob managed to slip out undetected. The heavenly scent of bacon and coffee lure me from beneath my warm covers. After a quick stop at the restroom, I follow the low murmur of voices to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Jacob greets with a smile. He stands and crosses the room to place a chaste kiss to my cheek. My grandmother is at the stove, frying bacon and flipping eggs in a cast iron skillet.

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