Page 456 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
He stared into my eyes as he lowered my hand down his abs. I could feel his muscles through his t-shirt. It was moments like this that none of this felt fake.
I wasn’t brave like Sophie. She flirted with Mr. Halifax every day. She knew so clearly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. Right now, I just wanted to get lost in this moment. Kissing Jacob made everything else disappear. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him, but he pulled back.
“We need to turn around,” he said. “I don’t want to look at the portrait.” He turned us so that I was facing it. “Okay, where were we?”
“I don’t want to look at it either,” I said with a laugh.
“When you’re on your knees I’ll be blocking it.”
I laughed, but he captured my lips in a searing kiss.
Kissing him in public helped keep the line between fake and real. But kissing him like this in private made the line disappear completely.
It was just us.
No audience.
No show.
I didn’t think a fake kiss should feel this real. And there was nothing awkward about our kisses now. At least, not for me.
He stepped forward, making me step back. The back of my legs collided with the couch. He caught me around the waist and slowly lowered me down onto the edge of the couch.
“This time, let me return the favor first,” he whispered against my lips. He kissed the side of my neck as he knelt down in front of me. His lips fell to my collarbone as he pushed my knees apart.
I was so lost in his kiss. And the feeling of his hands sliding up my thighs.
God, I wanted anything he’d give me. But not because he was returning a favor. I wanted him to desperately want it. To desperately want me.
I tried to close my legs, but I just wrapped them around him and he groaned.
That guttural noise almost made me fold. Almost.
I put my hands on his shoulders just as his thumb touched the front of my thong.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered.
I swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to return the favor. I just want to practice on you.”
He pulled back a fraction of an inch to look at me. “Scarlett.”
“Jacob.”
His thumb was still against my thong. And I was doing everything in my power not to shift forward.
He looked down at his hand up my skirt. “You really don’t want this? Because it feels like you want this.”
I was practically trembling from my restraint. I tried to take a deep breath, but it caught in my throat. All I could manage was a shake of my head.
“If that’s what you want.” His thumb slid down the front of my thong.
God that feels good.
And then his hand fell.
This time when I took a deep breath it actually filled my lungs. “That’s what I want.” I leaned forward and kissed him again.
He grabbed my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist.
