Page 67 of Stay for Me
Jacob shrugs and then leans down to grab his pole. “Here, come cast the line.”
“You only have one pole?”
“I wasn’t exactly planning to have company at five in the morning.”
Yeah, that makes sense. I wasn’t planning to see anyone either. Thank God I brushed my teeth.
“Of course. I just didn’t want to ruin your morning.”
“Brenna, you showing up here is the exact opposite of ruining my morning.”
The breath escapes my lips in a rush, and I’m sure my cheeks match my hair. Not knowing what to say, I take the pole and mimic what I think I’m supposed to do.
“What are you doing?” Jacob asks with a laugh.
“I’m going to fish.”
“Not like that you’re not.” He steps up behind me, covering my hand with his. The heat from his touch warms me everywhere. “Here, you hold it with your right hand like this. Loop your pointer finger on the line right here.” He places it where he wants it. “Good. Don’t let go of that or you can lose all your line.”
I’m losing something.
“Now, with your other hand, you flip the bail.”
“Flip the what?”
His warm chuckle vibrates against my neck, and his fingers wrap around my wrist, bringing it up to the place he’s trying to get me to flip. “This is the bail.”
What I wouldn’t give to have someone bail me out of this right now. I’m swimming up shit’s creek without a paddle. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me against his chest, and it feels too good.
“If you say so,” I manage to sound halfway normal.
“I do. Okay, we are going to pull the rod back, and when we rock back forward, you’re going to ease up on the line and let it go, okay?”
I nod and pray I can hold on to the rod, line, and my self-control.
When he does the motion, my back is flat against his chest, and I want to close my eyes and sink into him. He’s so warm, smells so good, and looks so unbelievably handsome that I’m not sure I will be able to keep from mounting him if he doesn’t stop touching me soon.
Once we’re stretched back, Jacob brings our arms forward, and I watch the hook go flying forward into the creek.
“I did it!”
When he speaks, his voice is low and filled with heat. “You did.” I feel his lips graze the shell of my ear and then move toward my neck.
“Jacob,” I say his name and shiver.
“Hmm?”
“You’re kissing my neck.”
The deep rumble sounds like a yes, and he keeps moving, his lips touching the skin there while his arms hold me to him.
He lifts his mouth just long enough. “Tell me to stop, Brenna.”
I should. God, I know I should, but I just don’t want to.
“I can’t.”
Jacob’s nose moves against my skin back up to my ear. “Can’t or don’t want me to?”
