Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
"This is the part where you tell me you love me, too," Jacob said, his silver eyes glinting with amusement and a shade of nerves.
"I do," I said, the words a breathy rush.
I blushed a fiery red at my words. He was telling me he loved me. We weren't getting married. One thing at a time.
"I love you," I said. "I've loved you since the beginning. I think I started falling for you before—"
I stopped, unable to admit I'd had feelings for Jacob while I was still married to John.
"Will you stay with me?" Jacob asked. "Move into the penthouse with me? Forget about the deal we made and just be with me because you want to?"
"Yes. Yes, Jacob."
Jacob leaned forward and kissed me, his mouth claiming mine in a thorough, endless kiss. I wound my arms around his neck, dizzy with joy and the need to touch him.
Jacob Winters loved me.
I'd known for a while that I was in love with him, but I hadn't dared to imagine he'd ever love me back. Not after the way we'd begun, with me trading my body for his protection.
His hands slid under my camisole, pushing the material up and over my breasts slowly, baring me to his hot silver eyes.
"Abigail," he murmured, lowering his head to take one hard nipple in his mouth. I arched into him, wondering if he'd thought to pack any of our toys. I'd find out later.
Too impatient to wait, I unsnapped my jeans and shimmied them off, leaving me naked. If Jacob didn't get the hint and strip his own clothes off, I'd do it for him.
Now that I didn't have to be afraid, I wanted nothing between us.
He rubbed his cheek into the side of my breast. "I love you, Abigail. I'm sorry I couldn't say it sooner. But I love you. I loved you when I made this stupid deal with you. I just didn't know it yet."
He stood, lifting me off the couch and carrying me to the king-sized bed in the other room. I lay on top of the covers, naked, waiting for him to join me and getting more aroused by the second. I loved watching Jacob get undressed.
He shed his civility one layer at a time until all that remained was a hungry man who wanted to fuck me. His fingers unraveled his tie and his eyes burned. He was going slow just to tease me.
If he didn't get a move on, I'd show him some teasing.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Fuck," Jacob said, pulling his tie free and tossing it on a nearby chair. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
He drew the covers over my naked body before leaving the room. Tucked so sweetly into the bed, I rolled on my side, hoping Jacob wouldn't be long. I heard him open the door, the murmur of voices, then nothing at all.
I woke sometime in the middle of the night to feel Jacob's body wrapped around mine, keeping me safe and protected, even in sleep. He loved me. Tears flooded my eyes as I replayed his confession the night before.
He loved me.
The best I'd hoped for was affection. Maybe to continue our affair once Big John was out of the picture. I hadn't dared to expect love. There would be people who would think I was reaching too high.
I'd heard what William Davis had called me. Tainted.
Jacob had been pissed, but in a way, William was right. According to the rules of the society we knew, I was tainted. If Jacob didn't care, neither would I.
I would ignore the people who gossiped and make my own place in our world. Not as my parents’ daughter, John's widow, or Jacob's love.
I'd make a place for myself as Abigail, and anyone who didn't like it could go to hell. With Jacob at my side, making something of the fragments of my life wasn't a scary thought.
We loved each other. We could do anything.
With that in mind, I rolled over, pushing Jacob to his back. I'd fallen asleep before we could get to the good part. My head was still tender, but it no longer ached.
I rose onto my elbows and studied Jacob's naked body—the cut lines of his chest, his ridged abdomen, his narrow hips. Even in sleep, his cock was half-hard. Maybe it sensed what I was up to.
Sliding down on the mattress, I rested my cheek on Jacob's hip, my lips an inch from the head of his swelling cock.
I flicked out my tongue and tasted him, loving the musky, salty flavor that was all Jacob. I never imagined I'd love a man's cock, but Jacob's was all mine.
Wiggling closer, I dropped my mouth over his length, his cock fully hard after my experimental lick. I nudged his legs apart, moving between them and taking him into my throat, my hands roaming, stroking every inch of skin I could reach while I sucked his cock with everything I had.
"Abigail. Sweetheart," Jacob moaned, his fingers threading through my hair. "Fuck, baby."
His hips bumped up, not hard enough to interrupt my rhythm, just enough to tell me he wasn't entirely in control. I sucked harder, drawing my lips up his length from base to tip, twisting as I went, until he let out a low moan.
I'd had a lot of time to learn what drove Jacob crazy, and I was using it all, loving the sounds he made as he moved beneath me.
It was all over a second later. Jacob jackknifed up and flipped us both, laying me out on the sheets and coming over me, his silver eyes gleaming with heat in the dark room.
Gripping my leg behind my knee, he pushed back, opening me wide, and fucked his cock into me, filling me in one long thrust. I came in an explosion of light on his second thrust, my body trembling, my fingers locked on his shoulders.
He slowed as my orgasm waned, then started thrusting again, slowly, building me up again until I teetered in the edge.
"I love you, Abigail. More than anything. Always and forever. I love you."
I parted my lips to tell him I loved him too, and he kissed me, his tongue tangling with mine, his mouth branding me as his.
I fell into bliss, my body and heart holding Jacob close, far too in love to ever let him go.