Then he picked up the dildo and said, “Good thing we have this.”
It was strange, the way her pulse leapt with anticipation even as her heart drooped a bit. “I want you.”
“I’m right here,” he said, his gaze on hers, something solemn and more serious than she’d ever seen in his eyes. “Just let me do this. Okay, Evie?”
Little fragments of reality crept up on her then. Like the fact that what they were doing would complicate things, and Jacob hated complications. Or the fact that she shouldn’t have time for complications, since she was busy learning to make sensible, adult decisions, not hormone-led messy ones.
They were floating together in a bubble of lust, a fragile sheen of protection against hard questions like What did that mean? and What are we now? Maybe Eve wasn’t the only one who’d learned to dread the inevitable, negative answers to questions like that.
Smoothing a hand through his hair, she asked, “What do you want, Jacob? Really?”
His eyes slid closed for a minute before he answered, his voice aching with honesty. “A lot. But most of all, I just want to know you like this.”
Those words were such a sweet surprise, she laughed as her arousal hummed back from the brink of concern. “Why does everything you say have to be so hot?”
He looked surprised at that, then pleased. “The talking is usually my weak point.”
“Give me a warning before we hit your strengths, then, or I might be in danger of passing out.”
“Okay,” he said. “Here’s your warning.” His thumb parted her folds, pressed firm against her cunt, pushed inside. Then there was nothing but fullness and pressure, a pressure that turned into zinging, overwhelming energy when he found her G-spot and rubbed in a slow circle.
“Oh, fuck,” she managed, her voice catching. Pleasure pulsed through her veins as he bent his head and sucked—sucked—on her clit, gentle and wet and insistent. Time blurred a bit. At some point he replaced his thumb with two fingers, thrust harder and deeper, then gave her another. Her clit grew more sensitive, so he licked instead of sucking, tapping the hood lightly when she shook beneath him. And with every dizzying second, that rabid desire at her core grew worse, or maybe better, depending on your perspective.
“There you go,” he said softly, looking down at the place where he fucked her. Eve couldn’t see it herself, and her stomach muscles weren’t really working at the minute, so she couldn’t sit up and take the sight in fully. But she could see his expression, his eyes dark like a storm and his lust obvious in the swollen, satisfied curve of his mouth. He watched his thick fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, and he liked it.
When he withdrew fully, she moaned in protest and he laughed. “Be patient, Sunshine.” Before she could find a decent comeback in the melted puddle he’d made of her brain, Jacob did something that made the rest of her motor functions evaporate. He picked up her vibrator and ran his wicked tongue, the same one that had just unraveled her so easily, along the toy’s length.
Eve’s breath huffed out of her in one long, horny rush. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he worked his gorgeous mouth over the purple silicone until it glistened in the half-light.
Then he looked at her and said, his voice low and raw, “Spread your legs wider.”
Yes sir. She spread, and blushed a little at the slick sound of her folds parting, at the feel of cool air against wet skin.
“Good,” he said. “Now bend your knees.”
More blushing, but gosh, she didn’t think she was physically capable of disobeying the steel in his voice. Still, as she exposed herself fully, she couldn’t help but mumble, “At this rate you’ll be able to see what I had for dinner.”
He arched an eyebrow. “That’s not how anatomy works, Eve.”
“I know—”
“And actually, what I can see is every inch of your wet little cunt, begging for it.” He pressed the dripping head of the dildo against her pussy. “Which is exactly what I wanted.” He pushed.
The noise Eve made at that moment was less words and more a garbled tangle of OhmyGodJacobnoyesfuckyou. It was like he’d heard everything she’d told him and then more, the secret parts, the unspoken parts, the parts where she wanted that abrupt stretch, the feeling of fullness forced on her. Because he shoved the toy’s merciless girth inside her without hesitating, and when she squirmed away from the pleasure he put his right arm across her belly to pin her down.
“Want me to stop?” he asked in a voice that said he knew very well the answer was no.
“Oh my God,” was all she could say, every one of her nerve endings a firework. “Oh my God.”
“No. Say my name.”
“Jacob.”
“That’s better.” The toy bottomed out inside her, and he looked down. “You’re so pretty, Eve. God, I want to be in you.”
She was near mindless, at this point, rolling her hips desperately as if she could fuck herself, when she knew he wouldn’t let her. “You do?”
“Of course I do. Look how perfect you are.” His gaze was still on her pussy, his body shifting as he rocked against the mattress, too. “Look how much you want it.” Slowly, he pulled the dildo out, then shoved it back inside her without warning. “Look how you take that,” he said, and God, she’d never heard a man sound academic and aroused all at once. “It’s so hot,” he told her, “you’re so fucking hot,” and then he groaned and licked her clit again, as if he couldn’t not, and he kept drilling into her with the toy, and, fuck.
It surprised absolutely no one when her legs shook and her voice cracked and she came hard as hell, all over his face.
Chapter Fifteen
Watching Eve come was like watching the northern lights, except better. Because Jacob could explain the northern lights, which took some of the beauty out of it, for him. But he couldn’t explain this woman. He couldn’t explain why everything about her flung him off the cliff of control and into some reckless abyss. He couldn’t explain why he was already dreading the moment when he’d get up and leave her alone in this room—because he would leave, for a thousand valid reasons, and because that was what Jacob always did. Left before he could be left.
He just couldn’t explain why, this time, the thought of his usual routine felt like dying.
He couldn’t explain anything.
So he simply enjoyed the taste of her on his tongue, and the look of sheer ecstasy on her face, and the sound of his name on her lips. Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, steady as a heartbeat.
When she was done, he put the toy aside and kissed her thigh and sat up. Found his glasses. Dragged the covers over her limp, naked, beautiful body and tried to think of the right thing to say. It was incredibly difficult, and not just because his dick was harder than it had ever been and all he wanted was to feel that magnificent pussy tightening around him and— Stop. That was not a constructive train of thought.
Eve opened her eyes and rolled over to look at him. There was a hint of resignation in her smile. “You’re going to be weird about this, aren’t you?”
“Not weird,” he said, but even his voice was incredibly weird, all hoarse and thick, so it wasn’t the most convincing statement he’d ever made. The problem was, when Jacob had sex, it was always under very specific circumstances. Either he’d taken a woman out on five to ten dates, decided he liked her, and discovered she felt the same, or . . .