Page 146 of Stay for Me
“Touch me.”
I move my hand up, but stop because I still can’t see what I want.
Brenna’s eyes open, warmth and heat swimming in the depths of blue. “Jacob . . .”
“Lift it. I want you to watch.”
She pulls it up just a bit higher, and I see she has nothing on underneath. “All night long, I’m going to sit next to you, knowing you’re not wearing anything and thinking about how good you’ll taste later. I won’t care about the movie or what anyone is saying, I’ll think about how good you feel right now.” I slide my finger along her seam, parting her. “Look at her,” I say when her eyes close. “Look at the woman I love come apart for me. I’m going to show you just how crazy you make me. You, Brenna. Only you.”
Brenna’s eyes are on us in the mirror. The reflection of us fully dressed, and yet completely exposed. “I love you.”
And I know it in every bone in my body. Right now, I want to feel it around my cock. I release her breast and slide my zipper down. “Hold on to the table,” I instruct.
Her hands grip the wood, and I have enough sense to hold the back of her dress with my other hand. I slide into her warmth, and we both let out sounds of contentment. “Yes!” she cries out.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her as I slam into her. “You have nothing to be insecure about. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and tonight, they’re all going to wish they were me.” She moans again but not once do her eyes drift from mine in the mirror. “Do you see what I do?”
She nods, her teeth gripping her lower lip.
“Do you see how gorgeous you are?”
“Yes.”
“Do you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes!”
I push harder, thrusting with so much force the table is banging against the wall. The sensations are too much. I can’t hold back. I rub her clit and feel her tightening around me. “Come on, baby.” I coax her, knowing she’s close.
I keep at it, kissing her neck, and then her ear. She moans more, and I give more pressure and then slam into her harder. I feel her release as she cries out, and then, I’m done. I can’t hold back at the feel of her falling apart and watching her in the mirror.
My head rests on her back as I struggle to catch my breath.
Brenna starts to giggle. “That definitely put some color in my cheeks.”
I smile and pull her dress up around her breasts. “Be careful . . . we’ll get in trouble if we come out of the hotel looking like we just had sex.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to seduce me.”
“It was a calculated risk that was well worth it.”
She groans and then heads off to the bathroom. I clean up, thankful that it’s a pretty easy fix for me. The clothes look good, hair is fine, and I’m waiting in the front room of the suite where we just fornicated when a text blips on my phone.
Catherine: Your limo will be there in five. Jackson and I will meet you at the start of the red carpet, and I’ll direct you from there. Jackson will be there for support for Brenna.
At first, I really wasn’t sure of this, but she said the optics of her talking to another person would be much better than of her standing there staring at me.
Me: Got it.
Catherine: Don’t be late. There is literally no room for anything outside of the schedule.
Me: You should’ve been a dictator. Your country would’ve succeeded.
Catherine: I’ll take that as a compliment. And you have three minutes now. Start walking to the lobby.
“Brenna?” I call out. “You okay? Did you fall in?”
“I’ll be right out!”
