Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 123171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
I should jerk away. Tell him not to fucking touch me. But I don’t. I can’t. Because I don’t want him to let go. His gaze lingers on mine and then, in a swift movement, he spins us around so I’m the one up against the door this time. My heart jumps and a shiver runs down my spine. Rain pelts against the window and thunder rumbles in the distance. I swallow hard and take in a shaky breath.
Right when I think he’s going to let go, he tightens his grasp on me, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
And then he kisses me.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
JOSIE
Jacob holds my hands above my head, pinned against the door behind me. His lips press against mine and I stand there, too shocked to move, too stunned to react. In the back of my mind, a voice tells me to push him away, to tell him to stop.
Because he still vexes me and I’m not done being mad at him yet.
But my willpower is gone, resolve chipping and crumbling at our feet. Why would I want him to stop when it feels this good, and each fleeting second that passes by makes it harder to forget just what I was so angry about in the first place.
My eyes fall shut and I part my lips, kissing him back. Jacob lets go of my wrists, sliding his hands down my arms as he moves his mouth from my lips to my neck. I gasp, feeling heat flood my veins and my heart pounds in my chest.
“Josie,” he breathes, stepping in closer. His hands land on my waist and he grabs the hem of the scrub top in both fists, balling it up. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He brings his face back to me, resting his forehead against mine.
“Don’t…don’t stop,” I pant, lips brushing over his as I talk. I know this is it. This is the now or never because we’re standing on a line that we can’t uncross. My entire body aches with a sudden desire for him; though, I can’t pretend like it hasn’t been there all along. Half the reason he bothered me so much was because I was pretending this wasn’t there—that I wasn’t fighting against the desperation to feel him against me.
And now I know he felt it just as I did.
I wrap my arms around him, hands going underneath his shirt. He puts his lips back to mine, tongue slipping into my mouth as he kisses me with fervor. I pull his shirt up, needing to get it off so I can run my hands over his muscular chest, trailing my fingers down the dark hair on his abdomen that leads to his cock.
He suddenly stops and pulls his mouth away from me. I sharply inhale, afraid he’s going to tell me this was a mistake, and we can’t do this. But instead, he puts his hands over mine and pulls his shirt over his head. Light from the bathroom softly illuminates the room and I run my eyes over him, taking him all in.
And then Jacob pounces, cupping my face with one of his large hands. He tips my chin up and kisses me, soft and gentle at first. But it’s like he can’t wait any longer and pushes his hips into mine, kissing me with passion. His hardening cock presses against me, and, good lord, I thought that thing was big before.
Gathering my hair with his other hand, Jacob moves his lips from my mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking at my skin, quickly discovering that it’s driving me crazy in the best way possible. An audible gasp leaves my mouth, and my entire body shudders as intense desire wakes up every single nerve.
Dropping one hand, he slowly sweeps it down my chest, fingers brushing over my pert nipple, not stopping until his hand is between my legs, and he softly touches me, fingers annoyingly on top of the pants. Still, the sensation is enough to send another jolt of pleasure through me, and my pussy spasms at the thought of him stroking me before he finally pushes that big cock inside.
He trails kisses down my neck and over my collarbone, pulling at the neckline of the shirt. Abruptly stopping once again, he steps back, but this time, there’s no question about his intentions. He’s looking at me with so much lust in his eyes, staring at me like I’m the only thing that matters to him in the entire world.
“Take your shirt off,” he orders, and I swallow hard, nodding as I obey. I’m not wearing a bra and I stand there, bathed in pale light, topless in front of Jacob. With anyone else, I would have felt exposed, and my mind would have gone to all my insecurities. I have stretch marks on my breasts from nursing, and I’ve been wanting to tone up for years now.