Page 80 of Stay for Me
His thumb grazes the top of my thigh.
“That would be embarrassing if someone saw.”
“We wouldn’t want them to see when I went completely under though.”
I shake my head, agreeing as he does just that. “Jacob,” I gasp as I feel him graze my underwear.
Thankfully, I adjusted my wardrobe when Cybil basically shoved us into this date.
My breathing grows shallower as he moves it to the side and starts to play with my clit. “You like this? You like the idea of someone seeing me do this to you?”
It’s not exactly a fantasy I had, but there’s an element of danger to it that thrills me. Mostly, though, it’s him. It’s that Jacob wants me badly enough to risk us being caught.
“I like you doing this because it’s you.”
The sound that comes from his mouth tells me he likes that answer. “You’re the only woman I want to do this with.” Jacob looks around and grins. “We’re one of only two cars left. Come here.” He pulls me so that I’m sitting between his legs. “Watch the movie.” I start to turn, and then I feel his mouth on my neck. He kisses it, running his lips down, and then his hand cups my breast. “Tell me what you see.”
Oh, God. I can’t talk through this. “What?”
“Tell me what’s happening on the screen.”
Who the fuck cares? The only thing I can focus on is what Jacob is doing to my body. He has one hand on my breast, the other one moving up my leg. I’m going to combust if he keeps this up.
“I . . . I don’t . . .”
He stops moving. “Are you struggling to pay attention, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I admit.
His low chuckle vibrates against my back. “Do you want me to stop?”
I should say yes. I am a mother, doctor, woman who is raising a pre-teen who I would kill if she was doing this, but here I am, in the middle of a drive-in, getting it on with my non-committed guy who I slept with the other day. If I was in therapy, we’d fill a whole session on the issues here.
“No,” I tell him.
He turns my head so that he can kiss me, and the hand on my leg starts to go up again. We kiss, no longer giving a shit about the movie or anything else. Kissing Jacob is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. We fit together so perfectly.
We kiss until a drop of water splashes against my forehead and I break away, turning my eyes to the sky.
He glances up too, asking, “Is that rain?”
As though God himself answers the question, the sky opens up, and it’s not rain that hits us, it’s a monsoon.
“Shit!” Jacob yells and grabs the blanket that was in the back, tossing it over me.
A convertible at a drive-in is pretty cool, unless you’re stuck in a storm.
He jumps over into the front as water fills the car, drenching everything. I try to push the water off the seats, all to no avail. I can’t keep up with the torrential rain. He tries to start the car to get the top up, but he’s struggling with the keys.
“Is there another way to get the top up?” I ask.
He groans, and as soon as he gets the car started, he slams a button on the dash. The top starts to rise, slower than I swear it went down.
He shakes his head. “Come on!”
I start to laugh as the rain seems to come down harder. I’m soaked all the way through. There’s not a part of me that’s dry. The blanket was no help, and there’s water everywhere inside.
Finally, the top goes up and he locks it on both sides. Jacob turns to me, drenched as well, and then bursts out laughing.
