The second that both of my feet hit the ground, my hand is being pulled to the side, causing my whole body to fall sideways. But then hands are gripping my waist and I'm being spun around until my back hits the side of my house. When I'm steady again, I look up to see Jacob standing in front of me. Jaw clenched and looking intense.
“Hey, I was just coming to see you.” I attempt a smile, but my eyebrows furrow when he doesn't return one back. “What's wrong?”
Jacob roughly rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “Do you have any idea what it was like watching that . . .guyogle you, and put his hand on you?”
He begins pacing in front of me, bothered by what he saw, but his words and the jealousy they imply stoke a fire already building inside me after just seeing him. Heat travels the length of me before settling into the juncture between my legs.
“I came here to apologize about this morning, hoping you were done with your drinks, but when I got here and then saw him touch your arm, I wanted to storm over there and slap his hand away from you.” He shakes his head as if clearing a thought away. “I don't like this feeling.”
“You mean jealousy?” I question.
“I don't like it,” he says again. “I was going to leave you be. Let you go out tonight and realize it will never be like that with us. But I couldn't stand another second sitting at home, knowing you were out with another guy and maybe upset with me. It was driving me fucking mental.”
He's liked a wild animal pacing back and forth in front of me, looking all sorts of pissed and distressed. Part of me feels bad for him. He's most likely never experienced these feelings before.
But the other part of me . . . that part, is extremely turned on by it.
“Were you outside the bar tonight?” I ask, thinking back to the person I saw.
He gives me a confused look and pauses his pacing. “No. Did something happen there?”
The confusion on his face turns all scowly, and I fight to hold back a smile. I guess it definitely wasn't him that I saw outside the window. And right now, by the look on his face, he's probably thinking I'm talking about something else happening with Damien.
“No, nothing happened.”
“Are you–”
“Jacob,” I say, cutting him off. I feel like the only way to calm him down and wipe the scowl off his face is probably to kiss him. It's something that I really want to do anyway.
Reaching out, I pull him until he's standing stiffly in front of me.
“What?”
Angling my chin to look up at him, I whisper, “Just kiss me.”
His mouth slams into mine, both his hands coming up to rest on either side of my head on the wall. He's not pressing into me, but he's close enough for me to slide my hands up his back and tangle my fingers through his hair.
The kiss is fierce and full of fire from the second our lips touch. All of his pent-up anger from the jealousy is being poured into it.
His lips move firmly over mine while our tongues tangle softly with one another. There is nothing tentative about this kiss, and if I didn't know any better, I would never guess that he only had his first kiss a few days ago.
“What else did you want to do?” I murmur against his lips.
“What do you mean?”
“You said you wanted to slap his hand away. What else?”
He presses his forehead against mine, taking a deep breath. “I wanted to walk up onto your deck and sit you in my lap so that they'd know you were mine. But I don't even know. . .”
His sentence drifts off into the night, carried out with the tide of the sea, as he pulls his head back and looks down at me, and it suddenly occurs to me what he's trying to say. I feel bad that he didn't know already, but it's not as if we've talked about it.
Cupping his cheeks, I say, “I am yours.”
A relieved puff of air escapes him, but then he shakes his head again.
“I'm not experienced in relationships. At all. I'm bitter. My life isn't nice. At all. I can't buy you nice things or take you nice places. But, fuck. I don't want to stay away.”
He goes to say something else, but I'm in desperate need to feel his lips, his body, everything. I pull his head down to my mouth and let my kiss be an answer to him. I want him, regardless of anything. Jacob kisses me back with as much fire as before, turning my insides to liquid heat.
