Chapter 5
Marci
The storm raging outside matches the one inside my head. This beautiful, strong man is being extremely gentle with me. I feel almost like a porcelain doll that could break at any moment. But I'm not fragile, and I want this man with all my body and heart.
Christmas songs play as we dance slowly to the nostalgic music, and I can't think of a happier moment than this. It feels almost as if we're under a spell. Maybe the magic of Christmas. I don't want to do anything that could break this moment.
When he tells me he needs to kiss me, I melt in his arms. I go up on my toes and put my hand behind his neck to bring him down to me. He follows my direction easily, and soon our lips find each other. We both taste like chocolate.
As if we are in agreement, we take this kiss slowly, enjoying every fiery second of it. I'm so gone for this man that I don't even realize the music has stopped. Our kiss starts to become desperate, and I can't seem to let go of Jacob for anything.
Jacob pulls me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his hardness against my body. I can also feel myself respond to his touch. In less than a minute, I'm drenched and ready for him. He lays me down on the couch and gets on top of me.
His weight feels fantastic on me. I thought I would feel crushed when a man had me beneath him, but that's not at all how it is. It feels right. Jacob grinds against me, and each time he presses against me, I gasp in response to the intense sensations he's igniting in me.
I decide to be brave once again tonight and reach between us and into his pajama bottoms. He's hard as steel, and he trembles when I squeeze him. I'm about to pull him out so he can claim me when there's a knock at the door.
"Fuck." He says.
I find my throw and cover myself with it as he opens the front door of the suite. I can hear him talking to someone, but I don't recognize the voice. I try to calm myself. We had been so close to making love. Jacob comes back from the door and rubs his hand over his face.
He's got a little bit of a fuzz around his chin and jaw, and it's silvery like his hair. He is so delicious I could die.
"Who was it?"
"My friend, Hunter. The fire department is doing wellness check-ins, and he stopped to see if I needed anything."
"He's a good friend, but has terrible timing."
"Marci, we can't."
"I want you to be my first,” I plead. “Heck, I want you to be my always. Jacob, I'm here for you. Make me yours."
"The answer is no. You should take the bed, and I'll pull out this sofa bed to sleep in."
"Just pull out the sofa bed, and we can watch the snow together. I promise I won't make any untoward advances."
"Marci."
"I don't want to be alone tonight, Jacob."
"You'll be a good girl?"
My face goes warm, and I know I'm red as a tomato, but I nod and get up from the sofa so he can take out the bed. When everything is set up, he brings the other pillow from the bedroom and places it next to mine.
I look at him longingly, but try to hide it. Stubborn man. I get under the covers and sit back so I can enjoy the falling snow. He reluctantly sits beside me, on top of the covers, and steals my red throw to cover his pajama-clad legs.
This whole thing is ridiculous in my opinion, but I only want to be with him if he's on board with the plan. Right now, it seems like he's resisting it. How can I convince him that we're right together? I shiver because the cold is getting to me.
I'm surprised when he puts his arm around me and pulls me close. I grab my phone and put on some more Christmas tunes. We lay like that for what seems like forever, until my eyes start drooping and everything goes black.
This is not the memorable Christmas Eve I had expected. Damn this man.