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Every cell of my overheated body feels alive, humming with anticipation and need. The steamy shower envelops us in a sanctuary of heat and desire. But all I can focus on is Jacob.
His touch. His mouth. And how no other man has ever done what's he doing to me.
Making me reach heights I'd never known existed. Seducing me. Savoring me.
Each movement pushes me closer to the edge, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
I find out the answer when Jacob slips two fingers inside me.
The sudden invasion is a welcome shock that send me shooting into the stratosphere. Especially when he curls his fingertips, touching the soft silken walls inside of me, drawing out a moan from me that’s more animal than anything.
“Fuc….” I start.
“Yes, Gabi. Fucking you is an absolute pleasure.”
He pumps me and I nearly growl.
His voice lowers. “Even if it’s just my fingers, baby. How many can you take?”
I don’t know the answer. I don’t know my own name.
I don’t know anything.
Anything but this.
My heart loves Jacob Walker. And so does my pussy.
Because when he adds a third finger, pistoning it inside my walls, I come. The climax waylays me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body with a force so intense, I swear I see stars.
I cry out, my voice echoing off the tiled walls as Jacob's fingers and mouth drive me over the edge.
My legs tremble, my fingers clawing at his shoulders for something—anything—to keep me grounded as pleasure rockets through every nerve ending.
He murmurs soothing words, his breath hot against my skin, keeping me tethered to the moment as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through me. And just when I think I can't take anymore, he finally eases, allowing me to catch my breath.
He reaches for a washcloth, his movements tender as he gently wipes me clean. My body sags against the wall, thoroughly spent and utterly satisfied.
Shortly after, Jacob shuts off the shower, the silence only broken by our ragged breathing and the steady drip of water.
Without a word, he wraps a fluffy towel around me, cradling me in his arms. There's a tenderness in his eyes that makes my heart squeeze. Carefully, he carries me out of the bathroom and down the hall to my childhood bedroom.
Innocent memories clash with the passion we just shared, but in Jacob's arms, it feels right.
He lays me gently on the bed, pulling the blankets over me as I snuggle into the familiar comfort.
And in that moment, I hate myself. I hate for what I know I'm going to do. I hate Jacob for being so damn magnetic that I have to do it.
Jacob's arm wraps around me, pulling me close against his warmth as we lie in my old bed.
The room smells like fresh linen and nostalgia. His breath on the back of my neck is steady. And despite everything, I find myself melting into his embrace.
It's easy, almost too easy, to pretend that everything is perfect, just for a few moments more.
His hand strokes my arm in gentle, rhythmic motions, soothing me in a way that only he can. My throat burns with suppressed sobs, and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
Because I'm sure if he listens hard enough, he'll be able to hear the sound of my heart breaking into pieces. Or the sound of the tears silently soaking my pillow as I drift into unconsciousness wrapped in his embrace.
Chapter 25
