Jacob's hands find the hem of my tank top, and I sit up so that he can slide it up over my head. Next is my bra being thrown to the side.
His eyes darken when they land on my bare breasts and stomach, causing my nipples to harden.
But even though he's made it to this point, where he'll undress me without being prompted, there's still a feeling that lingers inside, telling me that he's still holding back.
And I don't want him to.
I want it all.
He lifts his arms up so that I can take his shirt off next, and then I'm running my fingers over the hot, smooth skin of his chest, dipping between the grooves of his muscles. I still can't believe I'm the only one that has touched this. That only one that has kissed this and loved it.
Leaning down, I press close so that we're chest to chest, lips to lips. I kiss him deeply, igniting a fire between us. His hands trail up my back, goosebumps following along with them.
“I want you to let go,” I whisper against his mouth.
His brows furrow. “I am.”
“Mmm. No, you're not.”
He shifts below me, moving so that he's in more of a sitting position with his back against the wall, looking slightly frustrated and shaking his head. I'm forced to sit up a little further as well with the movement.
“I want it all from you,” I add. “I want you to lose control.”
His eyes shoot to mine. “Idon'twant to lose control.”
“Why not?”
I can't read the look on his face as his gaze travels over my lips, my cheeks, and then lands on my eyes. “I don't want to everdo anything that makes me feel like I'm . . . like I'm . . .”
Raping you.
He doesn't say it, but he doesn't have to. I feel like a jerk for not realizing sooner that he would feel that way. Gosh, of course he would.
But I know to my very core that he would never hurt me.
“I would never want to make you do anything you weren't comfortable with. But there are still plenty of things you can do without going that far.” I lean into his space again, trailing light kisses all over his face.
“There are some things I've thought about trying,” he says, closing his eyes. “But I don't know if they're okay.”
“Do them.”
He seems slightly irritated by my flippant answer, a gruff sound coming from his throat. “And what if I hurt you?”
“You won't.”
I swallow down his next protest with a kiss, annoying him even further.
He grabs my jaw, trying to control the kiss and sliding his tongue into my mouth, but I pull back again.
“Let go, Jacob.”
A mix between a growl and a groan comes from him right before he takes a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back with it, exposing my neck to him.
Sliding his nose up the length of skin bared to him, he takes a deep breath as he goes, sending a shiver through me.
“Like this?” he murmurs against my neck, his hot breath turning my insides to liquid heat. “Or like this,” he says, right before sinking his teeth into my skin. The gravelly sound of his voice has me letting out a moan.
Yes.
