Page 26 of Finding Jacob
“Yes.”
Fuck the pregnancy horny hormones, my body was screaming for him, baby or not. I stood and pushed myself between his thighs. He placed his hands on my arse, sliding upwards and under my shirt. I placed mine on his shoulders as he gripped the sides of my shirt and lifted it. When he leaned forwards and kissed my stomach, it flipped. It didn’t just flip but triple, quadruple flipped. In fact, the sensation confused me.
Had my baby just moved?
Whatever it was, however, was overshadowed by his featherlight kisses to my heated skin. I gripped the shoulders of his shirt and let out a small moan.
That sound spurred him on. His kisses became little nips as he worked his way up. He stood, not taking his lips from my body. My shirt was bunched up around my chest, my nipples were so erect they hurt. He sucked one into his mouth, taking the silk of my bra with it. I moaned louder.
I felt every nerve ending shrieking with desire. I heard the blood rush past my ears. I smelt my arousal. Every sense was heightened. And then I felt it. A small but noticeable fluttering. I jolted back a step.
“Anna?”
“I... I need the bathroom,” I said, frantically looking from left to right.
Jacob took my hand. “Urgently?” I nodded.
At pace he led me back into the vast hallway and across to a small wooden door. He opened it and stepped to one side. I rush in, making sure to lock the door behind me.
“Shit,” I whispered, cupping my stomach. I looked into the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, sweat had beaded on my upper lip, and my eyes were bright. More so, my smile was wide. My baby had, indeed, moved. “Shit,” I whispered, again. I had thought the baby wouldn’t move for a little while yet, but it most certainly had. Or, at least, I thought so.
“Anna, are you okay?” I heard.
“Yes, sorry. I...” I rushed to the toilet and flushed, then stood at the sink and ran the tap, letting the cool water run over my wrists, hoping to cool down the heat flooding through me.
“Hello, baby,” I whispered, looking at the reflection of my stomach. I did have a tiny bump going on.
“Is there anything I can do?” Jacob asked.
I closed my eyes. What the fuck was I going to say to him?
I dried my hands and unlocked the door. He immediately came to stand in front of me and cupped my cheeks. “What happened there?” he asked, his voice laced with concern, his brow furrowed.
“Would you believe that I desperately needed to pee, and I didn’t think you’d appreciate me doing that over your lap.” It was the first thing that came into my mind. “Although, I understand there are some men that pay for that kind of thing,” I added, then clamped a hand over my mouth.
Jacob blinked rapidly for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. “I’m sure there might be, but I appreciate you didn’t,” he said, moving closer.
Damn, I thought. Just another inch or so and I’d struggle to contain myself.
He closed that gap by that magical inch.
I grabbed at his shirt, pulling him towards me, causing us both to stumble back against the wall. As I held on to his shirt, he placed his hands on the wall at either side of my head. His breathing became laboured, his eyes darted between mine.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
“Show me.”
He didn’t need any further invitations. He slid his hands down the wall and behind my arse, cupping each cheek. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Hold on,” he said. While I encircled his neck with my arms, he walked to the staircase.
My want of him stunned me. I’d heard being pregnant could up my libido, but I hadn’t expected by this much. My heart was racing, and heat chased goosebumps over my skin. I kissed his neck, nibbling on his skin and was rewarded with a low growl. The sound had my legs quivering.
“Fuck it,” he said as we reached the landing. He let go of my legs abruptly and I squealed as I straightened. “I need you, now.” His words were strained, his lips sought mine urgently crashing.
He gripped my trousers, tugging them down. I heard a rip as the waist gave way, they fell to my feet. While I stepped out of them, he tugged at my panties. His kiss was deep, claiming, his panting breath filled my mouth and I’m sure mine did the same. I grappled with his belt, desperate to free the erection I could feel straining in his trousers.
We were urgent, desperate, clumsy, and hot for each other. I could feel my wetness seep to the top of my thighs. Jacob’s cock was coated in precum, my hand slid over the silky wetness as I fought his trousers to free him. His mouth left mine and he kissed along my jawbone. I missed the heat of his tongue in my mouth, I missed more his claiming of me.
