Page 74 of Fight from the Heart

“My turn,” I tell him, dropping down to my knees and unbuttoning his jeans.

“Lilac,” he warns, his fingers combing through my short hair.

“Jeans. Off,” I command.

“So bossy,” he teases but assists me in tugging them to his feet. He remains seated as I lower for his length, kneeling between his legs. My mouth opens, taking him deep within the cavern and swallowing. He gasps as his hips buck and I smile around the thickness of him. Pleasing him will please me. His fingers stroke through my hair, brushing it back, as I lap at his solid shaft. Within seconds, he hoists me up under my arms to stand.

“Enough,” he groans, his patience nearing its limit. “I need to be inside you.”

I shuck off my skirt and underwear, slipping out of my shoes without socks. I stand before him, naked and exposed, but the way he’s looking at me, I feel beautiful and powerful. Placing my hands on his shoulders, he scoots himself back on his bed, drawing me over him as he moves. He falls to his back in the middle of the mattress, and I complete the climb over him, straddling his thighs.

I position him at my entrance, rubbing slick folds over his heated tip. His hand comes to my wrist.

“I wasn’t with her,” he says, dousing the moment a little bit. I nod, not wanting to bring her between us ever again.

“What about a condom?”

You should tell him.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, our eyes meeting.

He nods. “Always.”

“We don’t need one.” I hold my breath for a second, thinking he’ll question me. Instead, he says nothing. Those eyes of His eyes shift to soft black as his hips move upward, helping himself to enter me. He looks down at where he’s disappearing into me, taking his time to fill me. My head falls back at the heat of him. With a hand on my hip, he guides me lower, allowing my body to take his.

“Holy shit,” he hisses, still watching us connect.

My skin prickles. My body is on fire. I’m no longer certain I can keep it slow. I’m so full from him, and I want to move.

“Take what you want from me, angel.” Jacob exhales as if reading my mind. His voice strains as I slide upward and quickly slip back down. He grunts, and I repeat the movement, filling myself over and over with his thickness. My hips rock. My fingertips press into his chest. My body takes control, moving me in a way I’ve never moved. I’m outside myself, free of constraints. Only with Jacob could I have this experience. Only with him could I feel this alive.

I love you. I catch the words before they can escape, but they linger on my tongue. The phrase is not part of us today. This is a sensation, not a moment for words.

I move faster, taking him deeper. No longer in control of myself, I ride him faster—friction increases and tension builds. I cry out his name as Jacob clutches at my hips.

“Take it, angel. Take all of me.”

I slam down on Jacob and toss back my head as I come. He hisses, surging into me. Clutches at my hips, he keeps me pinned to him as he releases in me. He jolts and jerks, filling me when I’m already full.

Quickly, he sits up, the strength of his abs amazing. His hands cup my jaw, and he brings my mouth to his.

“You’re it for me, Lilac,” he mutters against my lips, before kissing me with everything he has. I return the kiss, absorbing his words. Guilt comes quickly on the tail of this moment because I’ve just complicated everything triplefold.

+ + +

Jacob fell asleep shortly after we cleaned up. I lay tucked into his chest, his front to my back. However, I’m not able to sleep despite the exhaustion. Carefully, I slip out from under his arm and enter his bathroom. My mind races through what we’ve done and what I still need to say to him.

His rainfall showerhead douses me, and I stand under the spray, loving the heated sensation. Jacob has these bits and pieces that show his wealth while he often dresses like a college kid in ripped jeans and flannel shirts. The Professor. I smile to myself as my hand covers my belly.

What will our baby be like? Will he be book smart or street wise? Will he have a bit of both in him like Jacob does? I’ll be the one to teach our child how to start a fire and cook. Will Jacob be by my side when that happens? A tear comes to my eye, and I swipe at it as I hear the soft click of the shower door.

While I anticipate him behind me, I still flinch when Jacob’s hand curves over my hip and the other lands on my belly over my hand. Can he feel me changing? Does he know what I carry inside me? Would he be happy?

“Did I scare you?” He laughs a little as his mouth sucks at my neck.

“A little,” I tease.

“Do I frighten you?” he asks, and I scoff.