Page 72 of Stay for Me
There’s a level of trust that’s passed between us. One that I’m not sure I’m ready to process. “Are you okay with this?”
She nods. “I think, if you don’t take me in about thirty seconds, I’m going to explode.”
“Thank fucking God,” I say as I push forward.
And then, when I’m inside her, I realize that heaven is real, and I’m definitely going to hell when I lose her.
Chapter Nineteen
Brenna
His fingers are making patterns along my spine as we lie on the blanket by the water with the sun just now peeking over the trees. My head is on his chest, and his sweatshirt is draped over us. A myriad of feelings swirl together inside me, each passing as quickly as it appears.
I had really great sex—with Jacob.
Just that brings a hundred feelings that I can’t name.
I was so worried, but he soothed all that away, telling me how beautiful I was, kissing the stretch marks on my stomach, and saying how they only made me more breathtaking to him.
Jacob could have any woman in the world, and yet, he chose me.
I snuggle in a little tighter, loving how I fit against him while also knowing I need to distance myself.
“I should get back,” I say, but he pulls me tighter.
“Just a few more minutes.”
I smile and sigh. “I want to stay a lot longer, but the kids will be coming home soon, and I need to shower.”
Jacob kisses the top of my head. “All right, that’s a good reason.”
Forcing myself up, I pull the shirt, clutching it to my chest. Then I grab my clothes and throw them back on. Jacob lies on the ground, hand behind his head, fully naked.
He is so damn beautiful it should be a sin.
“Like what you see?” he asks in a taunting tone.
“Maybe.”
He chuckles. “Anytime you want to meet up, you let me know.”
I grin and then crawl toward him. “I will.”
“You will what? Want me or let me know?”
I give him a lusty kiss and then pull back. “I guess you’ll have to wait to find out.”
Jacob grabs me to him and then rolls us so he’s on top. “I could always take you again now. Make sure that this wasn’t just once.”
I would like that very much, but my kids will freak out if I’m not there when they’re dropped off. Plus, there will be questions, lots of them, and I don’t want to lie—because I suck at it. “I wish I could, but I really do need to get back.”
He sighs, kisses me again, and then helps me up. Once I’m standing, he grabs his pants and pulls them on. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.”
“You don’t have to do that . . .”
“Do you know which direction the house is?”
I purse my lips. “Not really.”
