Page 74 of The Likelihood Of You

She tilted her head sideways and rested it on the pillow below her. A soft, angelic smile crowning on her lips. “So, what are we now, two, three dates into…this.”

“I think so.”

“So, what does that…what would we call…us?”

This damn girl. I adopted a grin so large that my jaw ached.

“Florence Dayes, are you trying to ask me if we’re an official thing?”

Her cheeks grew to a shade of pink that resembled the neon sign we passed earlier. “Kinda.”

Without thinking, I leaned over to her side of the truck bed, my hands gripping her silky waist and hoisting her over me and straight onto my lap. “JACOB!” she squealed as I moved her and positioned her legs so she was flat-out straddling me. “What are you-”

“Will you be mine, Florence Dayes?” Those were possibly the easiest words I’d ever spoken. “Officially?”

I think she was still trying to adjust herself to her new seat, let alone take in what I’d just asked her. Her Twizzler-stained lips were parted, her bottom lip daring me to claim it. Those plump cheeks still had a blush to them, making her skin look like the smoothest surface of the earth.

After my words had melted into her ears, she nodded, but I needed more. “Baby, I want to hear you say it,” I urged, grabbing both of her hands and kissing the backs of them gently.

A cool breeze rushed past us, causing her hair to be blown off her shoulders and hover behind her. I took that as my sign, now her face was open, to skate my thumb over her jaw. We remained that way for what felt like hours, and I easily could have. I would happily watch her sit in her effortless beauty for hours on end, and never see a reason to stop. It was only when I reached her lips that I noticed she had parted them, ready to release the one word that would quickly become my favourite.

“Yes.” An adorable and timid chuckle left those lips shortly after. “Yes, Jacob. I’ll be yours.”

It felt like a million dumbbells had been simultaneously lifted off of my body at that moment, and that ‘yes’ was just the glacier cherry on top of this whole weekend.

Her hand mimicked mine, lifting from her lap onto my cheek, her finger grazing the line of my jaw. “As long as you’ll be mine.”

I kept my eyes locked with hers; they were mesmerised by the vulnerability that lived in them and the words she’d just spoken. I understood what she was asking. It wasn’t as simple as asking if I wanted to be hers; she was asking if I was hers and only hers. She’d unknowingly had her heart stolen by another guy and, in return, onlygot a share of his. I understood what, and why she was asking me, but this woman had no idea about her hold on me.

“I think I’ve been yours for longer than either of us could imagine, Flo.” I took a breath, steady and slow. “It feels so right to have you near me, that saying something other than yes wouldn’t come out of my mouth.” I fell deeper into her emerald eyes. “I’m yours, Florence…only yours.”

Whether I knew or not at the time, I’ve been hers since the moment I met her.

The second I caught her staring, I was hers. The second she told me her name, said yes to working at the lot, and told me about her life. I was hers. Every little moment after that was just another annotation tab in our story, marking out the moments where I fell that much harder for her.

To the point where I had to guess if this was already planned for us. Like those rare and strange moments where you just feel, right down in your soul, that this person was meant to meet you at the crossroads you were standing at.

Like we were wired.

Chapter twenty-seven

Jacob

Florence Dayes was going to be the death of me. And if that was how I'd go, fading away under her delicate stare, I'd go happy.

That's what was racing through me as I felt Flo shuffle in my lap, a dangerous move, her hands moving to my cheeks and her lips falling onto mine.

I revelled in the way our lips fit around each other, how our tongues began to dance, and how I could feel the swell of her breast pressing into my chest. I wrapped my hands around her waist, squeezing her sides gently, sending adorable little whimpers out of her that were well received by my ears, as well as the part of me that was growing painful.

The moment felt like we’d switched an invisible notch from zero to one hundred, like we were both filled with a new energy source that our words had provided. But as much as I wanted to be gentle withher, put on another movie and fall asleep in each other’s arms, I knew we’d have to save that ending for another day.

It didn’t help me in that through all the moving and shuffling she’d done in the last minute, the hem of her silk dress had risen so much her thighs were now exposed, also meaning that the flimsy material of her thong was doing nothing to protect her from rubbing against the strained fabric of my pants. I knew she could feel just how much I wanted her, purely from the way her hips were gliding over my bulge and how her kiss felt wilder.

I moved my hands away from her waist and trailed them down her back, not stopping until her ass was in my hands. Her moans got louder as I slapped those precious curves to the point where I could tell they were red without me having to fact-check it. As I did, the lace details of her thong teased me, reminding me that they stood in the way of me showing Flo how much she meant to me. They were the only thing stopping me from fucking her so hard that she saw more stars than the ones that hung above us.

“Can we take these off, baby?” I asked, breaking our kiss and tracing the lace material that ran along the top of her waist.

She leaned back, her slick lips parting, “Really? I think they’re too cute to take off.” She argued, a smirk so sultry appearing on her face. “Don’t you?”

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