I melted into him as he moved inside of me, rubbing up against him, making him groan. His skin stuck to mine with the humidity and our sweat. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. His hand went to my front, fingers splayed on my hip and his thumb strumming my clit like a guitar.
I could feel the controlled strength in his every movement. He was stronger than me, but using his strength only to make my world pleasurable. His thumb swirled a delicious pattern, ratcheting up the intensity of pleasure with every circle.
“Jacob...” I whispered, finding myself cresting a wave of his making. Everything about him caused sensations in my body that I didn't even know what to do with. My legs squeezed around his waist, my arms around his shoulders.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice firm. I lost myself to him, doing exactly as he asked. There was no fear or shame, just desire and a willingness to please. My body tensed and relaxed at the same time, finding a blinding bliss.
“You are so hot when you let go,” he growled, his core shaking against mine. With a groan, he dropped his head to the curve of my shoulder and gently bit down. He tensed, a whimper leaving his body as he too found release and lost himself to me.
The idea that I could do that to him, that my orgasm could cause his was enough to send me over the edge again with him. Together, we cried out, losing control in the best possible way. We were tangled and sweaty, but together.
Panting, slowly we came back to our senses. Other than our breathing, the rain was the only sound.
I slid to the side and he cuddled me into him, our bodies hot and sticky next to one another. I didn't want to move away from him. I could still feel the after effects of the pleasure he'd just given me. It was like being drunk but without the hangover. I felt amazing.
“We suck at not having sex,” I said once I could breathe normally.
“And we did so well for so long,” Jacob commented. “We went years without having sex. Now we can barely go twenty-four hours.”
I giggled, nestling my head onto his shoulder. He smoothed my hair and sighed with contentment.
“What are we going to do?” I asked softly, half afraid he would tell me yet again that this was a mistake.
“I don't want to give you up,” he replied, his hand still smoothing my hair. “I don't think I can now.”
I couldn't help the smile that filled my face. I sat up so I could see him. “Then don't.”
He grinned at me. “Okay.”
I smiled and snuggled back into him, his arms wrapping around me and keeping me close. For this moment in time, we could pretend it was that simple.
Chapter 16
“Thank you, Hannah,” Dr. Matthews said, handing me a patient chart as I passed his office.
“Of course, Dr. Matthews,” I replied sweetly. I smiled at him, but it was a professional smile. One I would give any coworker.
We'd managed to go the entire rest of the week without having sex in the
office.
But that was only because we were having lots of sex in other places. My bed. His bed. My kitchen. His living room.
So far, no one suspected a thing. Not even Donna. We were the models of professionalism and good behavior at work. Other than a couple of winks here and there. It took a lot for me not to smack his perfect ass when he walked past, but I was capable of controlling myself
Especially because I knew that it meant I got to have him all to myself later.
“What are you up to tonight?” he asked, swiveling in his chair.
“Just a quiet night in,” I told him. “My place. All alone.”
Which meant that I wanted him to come to my place.
He grinned. “Sounds like a nice relaxing night. I was thinking of cooking tonight, myself. I have some salmon I need to eat.”
Which meant that he wanted me to come over to his house for more than just salmon.
“Sounds delicious,” I told him with a smile. “Enjoy your dinner.”