Page 10 of Finding Jacob
Jacob walked to a sideboard and without seeing what he’d done, music floated around the room.
“Practice,” he said, striding towards me.
He held out his arms and I stepped into them. He took one of my hands in his and placed the other on my back. We danced. Rather, he danced expertly, and I sort of kept up.
“Practice dancing,” I said, and chuckled.
He pulled me into his chest as the music slowed and dropped my hand. He wrapped both his arms around me.
“What did you think we were going to do?”
I reddened; I could feel my cheeks heat. The music came to an end, and we stilled. He removed one arm from around me and placed the back of his fingers on my cheek.
“So hot,” he whispered.
I tilted my face towards his. “If we’re still practicing, should we get intimate?” I smirked.
He lowered his head but kept a small, annoying distance. I parted my lips. “How intimate?” he whispered.
“I’m guessing a kiss in front of my family would convince them we were a couple.”
His lips gently brushed over mine. At the same time, he pulled me closer. I could feel the hardness of his torso and the obvious bulge in his trousers. I wasn’t waiting anymore. I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck, I grabbed a handful of his collar-length hair and pushed his head towards mine. He chuckled as our lips connected fully.
If there was ever such a thing as a first class, Hollywood, leg-trembling kiss, he gave it to me.
At first his tongue was slow and tentative, as if feeling his way around gently. When I responded in kind, he grew more passionate. He crushed me to him, sliding one hand up my back and to my neck. He held me firm, practically lifting me off my feet. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, more so when his other hand slid down my back and cupped an arse cheek. He ground into me, and I moaned, digging my nails into his scalp. I felt his lips smile against mine and, annoyingly, he slowed his kiss until he eventually pulled away with just a small peck to the tip of my nose.
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly, “My parents would definitely think we’re a couple.”
He chuckled and stepped back. I didn’t want him to. I needed him to pick me up, throw me over his shoulder—all European caveman-like—and slam me into his bed. I shivered as if a cold blast of air had entered the hot gap between us.
“Excellent. Although, maybe it was a little too much?”
“NO! I mean, no. It was just right. Just enough.” God forbid the man thought that was too much and didn’tperformagain.
“Do we need some kind of cue for the kiss?” he asked, and I knew he was joking of course, but I played along.
“Mmm, that’s a good idea. I also think there ought to be levels of kissing. How about we practice that one on the cheek. Say, you go to the bar and when you come back with a glass of champagne, and you need to apologise that the champagne is cheap, hand me the glass and kiss my cheek?”
He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly. “Yes, I think that’s perfect. Wait here.”
He left me standing in the vast living room while he headed to the kitchen. I heard a door open and close and then smiled at the sound of a cork being popped. Within a couple of minutes, he was back. He came up behind me, sidled to my side.
“I’m sorry, my darling, they only had the cheap stuff.”
He handed me a glass of cold bubbly and as he did, he lowered his lips to my cheek. Instead of kissing my skin, he ghosted it and moved to just below my earlobe. He placed a slow and sensual kiss on the side of my neck, running his nose upwards and into my hair.
I coughed to clear my throat rather than let out the moan that was building. “Yes,” I squeaked, and then coughed again. “Yes, I think that’s perfect.”
I took a sip of my champagne, knowing instantly it wasn’t cheap.
“I think I’m going to be good at this plus-one thing,” he said, coming to stand beside me and raising his glass to chink with mine.
“I think you definitely are.”
He moved towards the window. The curtains were pulled, and I wondered if he had some kind of turn-down service. He opened them and then the French doors before inviting me to join him on the balcony.
“Wow,” I said, admiring the view.
