Page 95 of Stay for Me
Our mouths fuse together in the most frantic and desperate kiss. I can’t get deep enough, feel him strong enough, and I want all of him. There’s emotion thick and filling every nook of this living room.
I’m on my back, Jacob braced over me. Two seconds ago, we were standing, and I have no idea how we ended up on the couch while we were kissing, but the heat of his body burns me everywhere.
“I want you,” he tells me. “I need you and . . . fuck . . . I just need you, Brenna. All the fucking time.”
I feel the same, but I won’t confess it. “This is crazy.”
He kisses my neck, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it back to expose more of my throat. “You do this to me. You and no one else.”
I want to let myself trip and fall into the idea that he means that, but I know he just feels that way because we are both clearly desperate for what we shared again. It’s not feelings—it’s lust.
My legs fall open even wider, needing him inside me. “Please, Jacob. Please.”
He moves, shifting forward. When he enters me, I scream out in pleasure. It feels so good. It’s as though all the pieces that were floating have settled, and I’m whole again.
Of all the men in the world to make me feel this way, I wish it weren’t him. Not because he’s wrong but because he’s right. In a few weeks, Jacob has shown me that I’m ready to move on. Too bad it can’t be with him.
* * *
“Rock, paper, scissors for it,” Jacob says as he holds the very last spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
“It’s my ice cream!”
“It’s my spoon.”
I roll my eyes. “I own the spoon.”
“Yes, but isn’t possession nine-tenths of the law or some shit?” he counters. “I’m clearly in possession.”
We’re sitting at the kitchen table, completely naked, and he’s feeding me ice cream. I never thought this would ever be my life. Not just because he’s Jacob but because this is fun. I’m smiling, happy, completely sated, and comfortable, which is odd because I’m freaking naked in the kitchen.
“Okay, fine, but this is totally unfair.”
“It wouldn’t be unfair if you won.”
I grin. “This is true.”
“Okay, well, let’s settle this fair and square. Winner takes all.”
Both of us put our fist out. “You’re going down, Arrowood.”
“Don’t be so sure, Allen.”
I try to think about this and be strategic. Jacob is a pretty solid man. He knows what he wants and doesn’t budge. When I think about what he’d choose, I think it’s a rock. I’m totally going to win. If I pick paper, I’ll cover rock and win, get my ice cream and then maybe Jacob can be my cherry on top.
I give him an alluring smile. “Ready?”
“Always.”
We both pound our hand. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.”
I lay out paper, and then Jacob shocks me with scissors. His wide grin and the twinkle in his eyes are his only reaction to his win. “Well, it seems you’ve been beat.” He takes the spoon, bringing it toward his lips.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“Don’t you want to share?” I ask. “It is sort of both of ours.”
