There’s a slight lift to her lips as my voice comes through the car speakers.
“I won’t let you die!” I yell as I’m unable to get the wings on my suit to work. “You hear me, kid? I won’t let anything happen. Do you trust me?”
The boy nods.
“Give me your hand, and I’ll pull you up.”
He tries to let go but slips. “I can’t!” I try once more to get the button to initiate the suit, but it fails again.
“You can. You have to believe that you’re strong enough. You have to remember that no one other than yourself is capable of telling you that you can’t. I’m here, and I won’t let you fall, but you have to reach for me.”
I hear Brenna’s breath catch as she watches.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
The boy steels himself at the same time as I do. I’m on the side of the building, reaching my hand out to him. “Trust me.”
He extends his hand once more and when our fingers touch, I lose him.
“No!” Brenna gasps quietly.
It’s a crushing scene, one that shifts the entire plot of the movie. The rest of the preview is only a few seconds, showing a small casket and Navigator watching the funeral from the side, unable to show his face. I feel her eyes on me.
“He dies?”
“Fictionally.”
“How horrible.”
“It is. He doesn’t take it well.”
“Who?” she asks.
“My character.”
Brenna nods. “I would think not. You just promised him that he’d be okay and then watched him fall to his death. Gosh, you had to be crushed. I’m so sorry.”
I laugh at how emotional she’s getting. “You know it’s a movie and Flight Plan is only the start of the Navigator’s storyline?”
“Of course, I’m just saying.”
I lean over, pulling her face closer. “I like it when you feel for my character.”
Her fingers rise, touching my cheek. “I guess my heart doesn’t like to see even you fake being hurt.”
“You could kiss it and make it better.”
She laughs a little. “I could.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
Brenna leans closer until her lips are a breath away from mine. “What if someone sees?”
I don’t give a flying fuck. Let everyone see. Let people make whatever assumptions they want. I’ve gone hours without this woman, and it’s been hell. I’m losing my mind, and the only thing that will help is her. Then I remember that it’s not just me who risks losing something if people do see.
So, I pull my hoodie up, and feel her warmth near my mouth. “Better?”
“I don’t know that anything could make this better,” she murmurs, and then I lean in and give her a sweet kiss.
Chapter Twenty-One
Brenna
Jacob’s fingers are tangled in mine, and I’m leaning against his shoulder. We’ve moved into the backseat, which makes me feel like a teenager who is getting ready for a night in a make-out location. However, it is by far better for cuddling.
And Jacob is a great cuddler.
I have no idea what the hell the movie is about other than it’s super sappy. Mostly, I can’t focus because he comments on every cheesy line.
“No dude says that,” Jacob clarifies.
“You know, for an actor, you’re the worst person to watch a movie with. I figured you’d at least be quiet and observant.”
He snorts. “This isn’t acting, beautiful. This is crap. Lots and lots of crap. The sad part is that, before Navigator, I would’ve given my right or left nut for any part, including this.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t lose a nut then.”
“You like my nuts?”
I roll my eyes. “All men are the same.”
“That we are.”
“Now, shh so I can watch the movie.”
He pulls me tighter to his chest and does that. I start to get into it a bit more, but then cars start to leave.
Jacob looks around, noticing it too. “See, others think this isn’t worth staying for either.”
“We drove an hour out here, paid to see the movie, and we still haven’t had the cake.”
He lifts my chin so he can look me in the eyes. “I didn’t say we were leaving. I have a few hours with you, and I intend to enjoy every minute of them.”
I really wish he weren’t so sweet. The fears I have about falling for him become more real each time I’m around him. If he were a jerk, it would be easy to just have great sex and call it a day, but he’s not.
He’s directing a freaking play to make my son happy.
“Good. I like that.”
“Now, it seems we have fewer people to worry about seeing us.” Jacob’s hand moves down my back, bringing me tighter to his chest.
“And what would they see us doing?”
He grins, his hand moving to my leg. “For starters, they might see me trying to get my hand under your skirt.”
His thumb grazes the top of my thigh.
“That would be embarrassing if someone saw.”
“We wouldn’t want them to see when I went completely under though.”
I shake my head, agreeing as he does just that. “Jacob,” I gasp as I feel him graze my underwear.
Thankfully, I adjusted my wardrobe when Cybil basically shoved us into this date.
My breathing grows shallower as he moves it to the side and starts to play with my clit. “You like this? You like the idea of someone seeing me do this to you?”
It’s not exactly a fantasy I had, but there’s an element of danger to it that thrills me. Mostly, though, it’s him. It’s that Jacob wants me badly enough to risk us being caught.
“I like you doing this because it’s you.”
The sound that comes from his mouth tells me he likes that answer. “You’re the only woman I want to do this with.” Jacob looks around and grins. “We’re one of only two cars left. Come here.” He pulls me so that I’m sitting between his legs. “Watch the movie.” I start to turn, and then I feel his mouth on my neck. He kisses it, running his lips down, and then his hand cups my breast. “Tell me what you see.”
Oh, God. I can’t talk through this. “What?”
“Tell me what’s happening on the screen.”
Who the fuck cares? The only thing I can focus on is what Jacob is doing to my body. He has one hand on my breast, the other one moving up my leg. I’m going to combust if he keeps this up.
“I . . . I don’t . . .”
He stops moving. “Are you struggling to pay attention, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I admit.
His low chuckle vibrates against my back. “Do you want me to stop?”
I should say yes. I am a mother, doctor, woman who is raising a pre-teen who I would kill if she was doing this, but here I am, in the middle of a drive-in, getting it on with my non-committed guy who I slept with the other day. If I was in therapy, we’d fill a whole session on the issues here.
“No,” I tell him.