Page 70 of Stay for Me
I laugh. “No, but I’m happy I was prepared.”
Brenna’s smile grows. “This feels like a dream. You and I out walking in the sunrise and finding each other.”
She’s sitting up on her knees as I lean on my elbow. “I like it when you smile.”
“You make me smile a lot.”
“Good. I’d like to make you do other things.”
“Oh? Like what?”
I lean up so we’re face to face. “I’d like to make you moan.”
“I’m sure I’d like that.”
“Oh, I know I would. Let’s see how long it takes me.”
I press my lips to the hollow of her neck with the intent of slowly making my way toward her ear, which is what made her moan last time. I kiss her. “One.” I kiss her again, just a bit higher. “Two.” I move up again. “Three.” Her breath is coming faster now as I move my hands down her shoulders to her chest. The soft moan she makes when my hands graze her nipples spurs me on. “Four,” I say against her ear. “I bet I can do better.”
“Jacob . . .”
“What? Tell me what you need.”
The low grumble in her voice would’ve brought me to the ground if I weren’t already there. “You. Please . . .”
Jesus Christ. I’m so fucked it’s not even funny. I know that what I’m doing is stupid. I’m leaving here, come hell or high water, and she’s already pierced some part of my heart. I think of her constantly and search for ways to spend time with her.
She makes me smile. She gives me hope that maybe I’m not destined to live my life alone like my father did. Brenna sees me as the man I want to be instead of the man I forced myself to become.
She may need me, but the womanownsme.
“You have me, Brenna. Fucking hell, you have me,” I confess before the need to touch her skin and get lost in her is too great. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say, praying that she doesn’t do it.
“Don’t.”
“Thank God.” I climb higher and touch the silky, warm skin that had been hidden under the shirt. “I want to see you.” Brenna’s eyes meet mine, the heat flames higher between us, and then her dark lashes fall. My lips slide along the column of her neck. “I want to touch you and kiss you everywhere.”
“Jacob . . .” Her voice is soft, alluring, and I want to drown in it.
Her fingers slide into my hair as my mouth gets to the shell of her ear. “Tell me, Brenna, what do you want?”
I feel the way she tenses before her hands slide up my chest. “This. Us. You.”
“Oh, beautiful, you have me at your mercy.”
And she does. In this moment, I’m hers, and I don’t know that I’ll ever get all of myself back.
My fingers grip the hem of her shirt, lifting unhurriedly, our eyes find each other as I start to bring it higher. She nods, giving me the go ahead.
Slowly, I reveal the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. I toss the shirt over to where mine is. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect. Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”
I need her to keep giving me permission.
“Touch me.”
I move my hands back to her breasts, watching her face as I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes.” She breathes the word as her head falls to my shoulder.
