Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Jacob
What is this woman doing to me?
Seriously, one moment I wanted her gone—two months ago—now . . . now I want her deep inside my soul.
How did this happen?
I remember so clearly how her constant optimism, that loud, infectious laughter, and her habit of filling every room with an energy I never thought I needed used to annoy me. And now?
Now she’s all I can think about. Her smile, those eyes, the way she gets under my skin and somehow soothes it at the same time. It’s like I’ve been caught in a whirlwind I didn’t see coming, and I’m not even sure I want it to stop.
This whole thing is so new to me—irritation turning into something more. Need, want . . . maybe even falling in love. And here I am, feeling like I’d crack open my chest just to let her in. It’s maddening. How did I go from wanting her out of my life to wanting her in every part of it?
I’m not in love. Yet. But I’m so close—so fucking close—and I’m ready to dive in, heart first. It’s her fault, though. She’s burrowed herself so deep into my thoughts, into my soul, and I can’t decide if that terrifies me or if it’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
After that kiss at the gala—the kind of kiss that alters your entire existence, maybe even your essence, we had to leave the ballroom. As soon as the kiss ended, I called the driver, promising him a hefty bonus if he could get us back to my place fast.
The moment we step into the lobby of my apartment building, something inside me flips. My hands have a mind of their own, drawn to her like a magnet. It’s like all the self-control I’ve been barely hanging onto just vanished the second we crossed that threshold.
Her laugh echoes softly through the empty hall, a sound so sweet it almost distracts me from what’s happening. Almost. Someone might see us, but I’m too far gone to care. My fingers find the curve of her waist as we head toward the stairs, brushing over the soft fabric of her dress. It’s delicate, but not as delicate as her skin. All I can think about is getting her out of it.
I catch her eyes, and my breath hitches. Her lips part slightly, and it’s game over for me.
“We have to go upstairs,” she giggles, gasping as if surprised by her own words.
“I can’t wait that long,” I mutter, my voice low, strained with the tension that’s been building all night.
“You have to,” she insists, but there’s that glint in her eyes, the one that says she’s having just as hard a time keeping it together.
Without thinking, I scoop her up in one quick move, cradling her in my arms. “Upstairs, you say?” I tease, carrying her like it’s no big deal.
She protests, though not very convincingly. “I can walk, you know. I have legs.”
“Not tonight you don’t,” I say, grinning. But then her lips find my ear, nibbling playfully at the lobe, and it nearly sends me stumbling up the stairs.
I grit my teeth, trying to hold it together. “You’re killing me here,” I manage to say, though it comes out rough, almost a groan.
“The grumpy neighbor is back,” she whispers, her lips trailing along my neck, slow and deliberate, like she’s savoring every second. Each kiss sends a burning heat through me, every nerve firing off in blissful agony. I pick up the pace, her teasing turning each step into its own kind of torture as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
“The grumpy neighbor is going to eat you alive,” I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. “And when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to close your legs for days.”
She gasps, pressing her body closer to mine, squirming in my arms. Her playful smile falters for a second, and I can feel the shudder as my words sink in. The heat between us is almost unbearable.
“You keep saying you’re that good, but are you really that good?” she whispers, her lips brushing along my jaw, teasing me.
“Oh baby,” I growl, the desire in me barely held in check. “I’m going to make it perfect for you. You’re staying in my apartment until Monday morning—unless you can’t walk and have to stay indefinitely.”
By the time we reach the third floor, I’m barely holding it together. I set her on her heels to unlock the door, her smirk says she knows exactly what she’s doing, every touch driving me closer to the edge. As soon as I get her inside my apartment, it’s game over.
Guiding her through the door, I lock it behind us. Turning to her, my eyes take all her beauty in. “You’ve been teasing me with that beautiful face and tempting body all night,” I say, my voice low and playful, my fingers trailing along her jaw while slipping off her coat and she does the same with mine. “I need you. But if you want me to stop, just say the word.”
Her eyes are dark with desire as they lock on mine. “I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers, while unknotting my bowtie and pulling it from my collar. She pushes my tux jacket from my shoulders, her voice soft but full of want, and her hands undoing through the buttons of my shirt with urgency.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Now tell me what you want. Use your words, like a big girl.”
She hesitates for a second, her breath shaky, but I press her, my hand sliding lower. “Tell me,” I whisper.
“I want you to use your tongue,” she finally breathes, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with anticipation.
“Where do you want my tongue?” I ask, my fingers slipping under the hem of her dress. “Spell it out for me.”
She shivers, biting her lip as she whispers, “I want your tongue in my . . .”
“Say it,” I growl, teasing her, my breath hot against her skin. “Say you want my tongue in your cunt or it won’t happen, baby.”
She swallows hard, then finally says it, her voice trembling. “I want your tongue in my c-u-n-t.”
A low growl escapes me as I press my lips to her neck as my fingers graze her thighs. “You need to say the word now. You want my tongue in your cunt, baby?”
“Yes, my cunt,” she moans, her hips pressing harder against me. “Please.”
“I’m here to please you, baby,” I growl, capturing her lips with mine in a fiery kiss. The need I’ve been holding back all night spills over, and there’s no stopping it now.
My hands find the zipper at the back of her strapless gown, tugging it down slowly, savoring every inch of skin that’s revealed. The fabric slides over her shoulders and down her body, pooling at her feet. I pull back for a moment, taking in the sight of her—barely covered, vulnerable, and breathtaking. Her skin glows under the dim light, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, her lips parted, and her eyes dark with desire.
My heart pounds harder, like I’m about to claim something I’ve been waiting too long for. My eyes roam her body, drinking in every curve, every soft line. Her breasts are perfect, her nipples already hard, and the smooth line of her stomach leads down to her lace panties that barely cover her. She’s standing in front of me, nearly naked, with only a sliver of fabric between us and those dangerously sexy heels still strapped to her feet. The realization that she’s about to be mine sends a wave of heat crashing through me.
I step closer, my hands trembling slightly as I run them over her hips, up to her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, my voice rough with need.
She shivers, her gaze locking onto mine. “I’m yours,” she says softly, her words sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“Mine,” I whisper, the word barely escaping my lips before I capture hers in a deep, searing kiss. My hands slide into her hair, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her. The kiss is intense—like we’ve both been waiting too long for this moment, and now that we’re here, there’s no holding back.
My hands roam down her body, exploring the curves I’ve been craving all night. Her skin is warm under my touch, soft and inviting, and I can’t get enough. I pull back slightly, just enough to look at her. Her lips are swollen from the kiss, her breath coming in short, quick gasps. She’s a vision—beautiful, vulnerable, and completely mine. The hunger in her eyes matches the fire roaring inside me.
Slowly, I trail kisses down her neck, teasing the sensitive skin just below her ear, then lower, my lips brushing over her collarbone. Her hands grip my shoulders as her breathing hitches, her body arching toward me, wanting more. I give in, my mouth finding the swell of her breasts, kissing, nibbling, teasing.
I take my time, savoring every moment as I pull down the fabric that barely covers her, exposing her to me. Her breasts are perfect, her nipples already hard under my teasing touch. I lower my mouth to one, my tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before I take it between my lips, sucking gently.
She moans softly, her back arching as her hands grip my hair, pulling me closer. I shift my attention to the other, my hand gently kneading the soft flesh while my mouth worships her, teasing her, tasting her.
“God, you’re amazing,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with desire. I continue to feast on her breasts, sucking, licking, each little gasp and moan she gives me pushing me closer to the edge and I don’t even have my pants off.
Her legs tremble, her entire body responding to me, and I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her. I take my time, savoring every second of watching her unravel under my touch, loving how she’s completely mine in this moment.
Slowly, I begin lowering myself, my lips never leaving her skin. I kiss down her chest, over her stomach, lavishing each inch of her body with attention. Every kiss, every flick of my tongue, is met with a gasp or a soft moan, and it’s driving me wild. I press a teasing nibble just above her hip, and she arches, her body pleading for more.
“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur, my lips brushing over her skin as I trail kisses down to her hips. I love the way she squirms under me, desperate for my touch.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her lace panties, pulling them down achingly slow, my gaze locked on hers. Her eyes are filled with heat, dark and needy, and it makes the fire inside me burn hotter. I guide her to lay back on the bed as I kneel before her.
“You want me to taste you, baby?” I whisper, dragging my lips along her inner thigh, close—so close—but not quite where she wants me.
She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets, her hips shifting, trying to guide me to where she needs me most. “Please,” she breathes, barely holding it together.
“Not yet,” I tease, kissing my way up her other thigh, almost touching her but keeping that sweet pressure just out of reach. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
She bites her lip, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Please,” she whispers again, her voice shaky with desperation.
I smirk, my lips brushing the inside of her thigh, so close to where she’s aching for me. “You want my mouth on your pussy, baby?” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her legs trembling as I kiss my way back up her thighs, teasing her, driving her wild. “I want it.”
“Say it,” I growl, my voice low and rough as I hover right over her, my lips just inches away from her core. “Tell me exactly what you want, like a good girl.”
“I want your mouth on my cunt,” she moans, her hips arching toward me, desperate for more. “I want your tongue, lick me.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. I kiss her thigh one last time, right next to her heat, so close she’s shaking, my lips brushing against her but not quite giving her what she wants. Not yet. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby.”
I sink lower, on my haunches in front of her. The sight of her bare, trembling with need, almost undoes me. Her skin is flushed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Gently, I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder, securing her, knowing she’s about to lose control—and I want to watch every second of it.
Her cunt is beautiful, glistening, wet with anticipation. It’s pink and inviting, the way she’s already swollen with need making my mouth water. She’s perfect, every inch of her, and seeing her like this—open and exposed for me—makes my chest tighten with a mix of desire and awe.
“God, you’re perfect,” I whisper, my gaze locked on her. “So fucking beautiful.”
I don’t just want her—I need her. The way she’s laid bare in front of me, vulnerable and aching, it feels like a gift. And I’m going to worship every inch of her.
My mouth hovers right at her core, and I finally give in to that first, slow lick, running my tongue along her, savoring her taste. She gasps, her hips bucking involuntarily, and I smirk, teasing her again with another long, slow stroke, just enough to drive her mad.
She’s trembling, her fingers digging into my shoulders for support, her nails biting into my skin as her body shudders. Her breath comes in short, ragged pants, and I can feel how close she is to unraveling. But I’m in no hurry—I want to take my time, make every moment last. I flick my tongue across her clit, barely brushing it, just enough to make her hips jerk forward again, craving more.
Her leg shakes on my shoulder, and I can feel the tension building inside her, but I keep my pace slow, teasing her, watching her fall apart under my touch. The need in her voice, her hands gripping tighter, only fuels the fire inside me.
“Oh God,” she moans, her voice raw with need. “Please, more, faster. “
“Be patient.” I continue teasing her, my tongue working in slow, torturous circles, never giving her quite enough to send her over. Her body is quivering beneath me, every muscle tense as she hangs on the brink.
The way she’s reacting—every moan, every gasp, every desperate plea—has me buzzing with satisfaction. Knowing I’m the one doing this to her, making her come undone like this, only makes me want her more.
Finally, I slip a finger inside her, feeling the way she clenches around me, so wet and tight. Her body jolts in response, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. I slowly start to fuck her with my fingers, curling them slightly as I continue licking her, teasing her clit with my tongue in tandem.
She’s coming apart in my hands, her moans growing louder, her hips moving against me in rhythm with my fingers. I add another finger, thrusting deeper, my tongue flicking and circling, building her up, inch by inch.
Her legs start to shake, her breath ragged as her entire body tenses. “I’m close,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. “Please . . .”
I speed up, my fingers thrusting harder, my mouth working in perfect sync. The tension builds inside her, and I can feel it—she’s right there, teetering on the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. “Let go.”
And just like that, she shatters, her body jerking, leg tightening around my shoulder as her release hits. Her back arches, her head falling back, moans spilling from her lips and turning into breathless cries as her orgasm crashes over her, wave after wave. I don’t stop, keeping my fingers moving inside her, my tongue flicking over her clit, drawing out every last tremor until she’s completely spent.
Her knees fall lax, her body trembling and her breath ragged. I pull back, wiping my mouth with a satisfied grin, the sight of her completely undone like this etched into my mind.
Emotionally, I’m reeling—seeing her like this, knowing I was the one who brought her to this point, it’s overwhelming in the best way. She’s mine, and I can’t get enough of her.