Page 94 of Stay for Me
“Bed or the couch, beautiful?”
“Both.”
He chuckles softly, and then lifts me into his arms, carrying me to the couch. When he sits, I’m straddling his lap, kissing him as fiercely as I can.
I move my lips to his throat, and I can feel his erection as I rock back and forth. “God, I missed you today.”
“Yeah?”
He nods. “I thought about you all day, wishing I could make some kind of rehearsal on a Saturday just to see you.”
It would be so easy to read into his words, to think he’s saying that because his feelings are deeper than just sex for me. In some ways, I think they are, but Jacob has been clear that we are just this.
“You’re seeing me now.” My voice is low and husky.
He pushes me so that he can really get a good look. “Not enough of you. I want to see all of you. I want you naked.”
I pull my shirt over my head and watch his eyes flare with lust. “You have the most beautiful body, Brenna.”
“I think you win in that category.”
“Not even close.” He comes closer, his tongue darting out and licking my nipple. “You’re gorgeous.” His tongue makes the same movement on the other side. “You make me so fucking hard.” To make his point, he moves his hips up, letting me feel it. “I swear . . . when you walked in yesterday in that skirt, all I could think about was how I wanted to get you in a dark corner and see if you could keep quiet while I fucked you.”
The image of my hands on the wall in my office or a closet somewhere, Jacob pulling my skirt up and slamming into me as I bit down to keep from yelling causes heat to pool.
“Now, that would’ve been interesting.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, moving his tongue in a circle. “Interesting? I think it would’ve been something much more than that.”
My fingers tangle in his hair as he continues to lick and suck. He moves his hips again, his hard length gliding along where I want him most. Then his hand is between us, pushing the thin cotton shorts over so his finger can graze my clit.
I have never been like this. It wasn’t that sex was ever bad, but I was never this consumed.
I want him. I need him to make the ache that’s in my chest ease.
Everything is so intense, and I know that this time with him will be the same.
“Jacob . . .” I’m asking, pleading, and maybe begging for more.
“What, beautiful?”
“Please, I need . . .”
“Tell me.”
I look down at him, and his green eyes are filled with so much desire that I could drown in it. “I need you inside me.”
His head falls back, and he easily lifts me up. “This time, I won’t deny you,” he says as he pulls his pants down. “It’s been too long, Brenna. I’ve craved you too much.”
I stand and strip, watching as he gets naked.
It’s as though the two of us are speaking the same language. It’s been a week since we were together this way. Seven days of nothing but replaying the memories, imagining his hands on my skin as I showered. Seven mornings of debating going for a walk just to happen upon him.
My dreams have been filled with fantasies of the two of us.
Seeing him at rehearsals and having to keep my focus away from him was torture. It was as though, if I allowed myself to look at him, I might just do something stupid.
When we’re both naked and panting, something shifts in the confines of the room, and he moves toward me at the same time that I go to him. We clash, and I swear thunder rumbles when we do.
