My Once and Future Love (12 page)

“My pretty pet… Feel good?”

“Don’t stop,” I said, and arched into his
hands again.

I finally opened my tightly-screwed-shut eyes
and looked down, my breath catching as I saw the sexy gleam in his
gaze. There was no mistaking he wanted
me
. He was the
predator ready to devour me all up, and…where was he going?

“You’re definitely not naked enough, love,”
he announced, and undid the fly of my jeans.

Oh, God.
Thankfully, I shaved today.
He slid my jeans down my legs and dropped them on the floor. Ran
his gaze down my body. I wished I could dive under the covers
without looking like a complete fool, and covered my breasts with
my arms.

“Hey…you’re beautiful. Come here,
kitten.”

He wanted me to stand? I scooted to the end
of the bed, blushing down to my armpits. He took my hands and
pulled me to him, twining my arms around his neck.

“Been dreamin’ about this since you first
kissed me.” He looked me over and shivered. “But are you sure? It’s
only been a week and…I don’t want to lose you because you regret
this tomorrow.”

His vulnerability touched me. For the first
time, I knew I had power over him, too.

“I want this. You. It’s always been you.”

He revealed a dazzling smile and dipped his
head to kiss me. I met him in the middle, standing on my toes. He
hugged me tight as our tongues dueled for dominance, his hands
splayed on my back. My desire simmering long enough, I snuck my
hands between us and popped the button on his jeans. Humming his
approval, he picked me up and laid me on the bed, my head on one of
his pillows.

“Hold that thought,” he said, and walked out
of the room.

“Hey...” I moved the covers from under my
butt and kicked them toward the foot of the bed.

He returned a minute later and shut the door,
leaving us in darkness except for the faint glow of the city
through his small window. I watched his jeans drop to the floor,
then he crawled up the bed to hover over my thighs, and started
sliding my panties off.

Oh, God…

Okay, so I’d never done this before, and now
Jacob was--

“OH!” I shrieked.

That was good. That was
really
good.
Note to self: singers have dexterous tongues.

It felt too good to get self-conscious over
his face being down there. His fingers joined his tongue, gently
sliding inside me, stretching me.

“You okay?”

“Uh-huh!”

My stomach tightened as my body got ready to
soar off that cliff to bliss…and then--

“You’re
stopping?
”

The bastard chuckled. “Only for a second,
love.”

He crawled up my body and kissed me. I melted
into the kiss, just like the others, my hands wandering with a mind
of their own. He was built so beautifully, so strong, and
hard…well, something pressing against my hip was hard.

My lover was
smooth
, too. I didn’t
even notice he’d moved until he was nudging at my entrance.

“Let me in, baby,” he whispered hotly in my
ear.

This was the moment, the point of no return.
Any further, and I would never forget this. Did I want to know how
well he could love me? How it felt to be as close as two humans
could possibly get? My eyes opened again to see him gazing down at
me, his expression naked, completely open. I didn’t want to cry, so
I just smiled and moved my legs further apart.

He kept eye contact with me the whole time,
until he was fully seated in my body. Kissing me, he started slowly
rocking, like he didn’t want to pull away.

“God, you feel good.”

“You, too,” I said.

“Wrap your legs around me, love.”

I complied, my eyes rolling back when the new
position changed how he stroked me inside. It was like we were made
to fit perfectly with each other, the tension from my previous
near-climax building again until my ears were buzzing and my skin
prickled hot. Then he slowed down again, taking longer strokes and
driving me mad.

All with a look of adoration. It was
beautiful,
he
was beautiful, and I thought I could die. If
this was my last moment, it couldn’t be any better.

“I wish I could stay,” I whispered.

“We’re here now, you have me. Always my
girl…aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Always had been, really, so why stop
now?

He sped up. I felt my inner muscles
tightening, my delayed orgasm near again.

“Close?” He must have felt it, too.

I nodded, clinging to his shoulders. He
slipped one hand between us and rubbed my clit.

“
Oh…
Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna.”

It was too much, but I needed more…then my
body arched off the bed and endorphins flooded my blood. I panted
hard enough my throat was instantly dry.

He thrust a few times and collapsed on top of
me, breathing heavily. “Damn…”

I giggled. I felt drunk. His face was next to
mine, so I turned my head and kissed his nose. It was the closest
part handy.

“Gimme a minute and we’ll go again,” he
said.

Again? I tried to reply, but all that came
out was more giggling. He broke my brain
.

He grinned. “Can you try a coherent sentence,
sweetheart?”

I shook my head. My smile probably looked
really goofy. He softly kissed my lips.

“I’ll be right back.” He carefully moved
away.

I watched him drop the condom in the trashcan
next to his desk. Oh
.
Good thing he’d thought of one, as it
never crossed my mind. He got back in bed, pulling the covers over
us, and wrapped his arms around me. My body was like a rag-doll’s,
my limbs flopping where he pulled me.

“Take a nap, Beth. There’s time.”

I snuggled into him. “Thank you.”

****

He felt Beth go lax in his arms after a few
minutes, and sighed happily. Brushing wisps of hair off her face,
he whispered, “I love you.”

Chapter Ten

Beth stretched, rubbing her body against him,
and opened her eyes. “How long was I out?”

“Less than two hours.”

She tilted her face up to kiss him. “Mmm. I’m
going to use your bathroom.”

“Hurry back.”

Slipping out from under the sheet, she
located her shirt and bent to pick it up, giving him a nice view of
her cute little bum. She pulled the tee on and left the bedroom,
the shirt just skimming her thighs.

He tucked his hands behind his head and
waited, his erection returning—though, it’d been at half mast from
the moment she snuggled up to him nude. Normally not the cuddling
type, holding her filled him with sweet warmth. She was still the
only girl he’d ever watched sleep. The only girl he wanted to.

The bathroom door opened and she came back.
Her hair was down from the ponytail and her face scrubbed clean.
There was no hesitation in crawling into bed. She straddled his lap
and kissed him again, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth.

She trailed hot kisses along his jaw,
brushing his ear with her nose, and down his neck, pausing to
nibble on his pulse point.

“I love this cologne on you,” she said.

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Oh, yeah. Drove me nuts in high
school. The night of Prom?” She shuddered.

“You helped with my tie.” He had a vague
memory of his date, a nice friend he hadn’t clicked with.

“Uh-huh. You complained it was too tight.”
She bit above his nipple, making him hiss in pleasure-pain.

He wrapped his hand around her hair and gave
it a light tug to get her to look up at him. “
Want you
.”

She grinned and slid downward under the
sheet. He felt her hand grip his prick and moaned, then felt a
condom rolled down his shaft. Didn’t know she had one in
hand—sneaky.

She sat up, pulled her shirt over her head,
tossed it to the floor, and crawled up his body to fuse her mouth
with his. He knew this time would be even better than the first,
with no anxiety in the mix. She wiggled until he felt the head
slide along her slick opening. Just the tease of what was to come
had them both moaning into the kiss. She slowly took him inside,
inch by inch, and paused, breathing fast.

“Feel so good, baby,” he said. “You
okay?”

“Just needed a minute. You stretch me.” She
started rocking her hips. Her eyes fluttered shut, the expression
on her face one of pure pleasure.

He’d have to get her back to the house by
sunrise, and it wasn’t fair. They were just beginning to touch
something special. He’d imagined making love until they were too
tired to move, sleeping in each other’s arms, then having a late
breakfast in bed. Saying goodbye in mere hours wasn’t part of the
original equation.

He didn’t want to let her go--out of his arms
or his city.

****

It would take amnesia or senility for me to
forget this night. I thought I understood how it was supposed to
go, you know? Your mom told you it should be special and to wait
for someone you love. The romance books described the act in minute
passionate detail. The horror stories of classmates made you fear
everything that could go wrong.

None of that prepared me for the actual
experience of spending hours in Jacob’s arms cocooned in the
darkness. I didn’t know our breathing would sync. Couldn’t have
imagined the connection of looking into his eyes while he came. The
pleasant ache in muscles I’d never used in this manner before—not
that I wanted to be sore, but from the knowledge of how I got that
way. Our shared grins when our limbs were too noodle-y to go
another round again.

We showered together, unwilling to part until
we absolutely had to. He wanted to help me wash parts, though,
which led to naughty soapy touching and me having to tell him I was
too sensitive for a quickie against the shower wall.
Guaranteed
way of making your man pout, let me tell ya.

The sun was just starting to illuminate the
city when he took me home on the bike. He parked at the entrance of
the property, not wanting to chance waking someone in the house
with the engine noise.

“Call me when you know the time of your
flight,” he said.

“Wait a few minutes. Your mom probably left
the info on my bed.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Mmm…bed…”

“I know…I could sleep ‘til noon.”

“Wore you out, did I?” he asked, wearing a
proud smirk.

“Hey, I’m not the one who had to slam a Red
Bull to be able to drive.”

He laughed. “Fair enough. Come on.” He took
my hand and led me through the gate.

Luckily, the front door and its lock were
well-oiled. We entered with only the slightest sound.

“Wait here,” I whispered.

“Don’t trust me in your boudoir?” he
teased.

“Hell no.” Not with us both wanting to strip
down and curl up in bed until tomorrow.

I took the stairs with gingerly steps, both
to be quiet and because of my protesting thighs. Just as I thought,
Vivian had scribbled the flight number, time, and gate on a notepad
in neat cursive. I copied the info and went back down to him.

“Flight leaves at noon if it’s on time.”

“Too soon.”

A lump developed in my throat. “Don’t make
this harder. I have to go.”

He sighed, and hugged me. “I know, love.
Sorry for bein’ a selfish git. Your mum is a special lady and you
should be with her to support her.”

“Thank you. Well…see you in a few hours?”

He pulled back enough to meet my eyes. “Count
on it. I’m escorting you as far as they’ll let me.”

I nodded, knowing if I tried to speak I’d
cry. He cupped my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs, and
softly kissed me.

“Until later, sweetheart.”

“Later.” I appreciated that he didn’t say
“goodbye”.

He slipped out the front door. I watched him
walk down the drive to the street, then went up to my room, the
tears I’d been holding back no longer cooperating.

Exhausted, I set the alarm, then changed into
my pajamas and brushed my teeth. I’d pack when I got up.

Once I stretched out in bed, though, the
saying
too tired to sleep
came to mind. My fears started to
take over—fear that Mom wouldn’t be alright, worries about his
feelings fading away once I was gone—and I couldn’t shut off my
brain.

When the alarm buzzed, I felt like I’d just
fallen asleep. It took a few minutes to get my body to follow the
command to get up and shut it off.

Twelve hour flight. I could sleep on the
plane
.

Jacob came back shortly after I went down for
food. He looked about the same as I felt—walking zombie.

“Coffee, dear?” his mother asked him.

“Please.” He walked over and kissed me on the
cheek. “Hey.”

I looked up. “Hey. You have a show tonight,
too, right?”

“Yep.” He dumped a generous helping of sugar
in his mug. “Rumor has it a critic is gonna show up.”

“Pro review? Sweet. It was a good show last
night.” Though I preferred the performance at his apartment.

He grinned; winking at me when his mother’s
back was turned. “Thank you.” He looked at my plate—two slices of
melon and a piece of buttered toast—and added a scoop of scrambled
eggs.

I glared at him and mouthed
I’m not
hungry
. He shot me a look of disapproval and put two pieces of
bacon on the plate, too.

“Stop that.”

“You need to eat,” he argued.

“I don’t like starting with a heavy
stomach.”

“Ah, the bickering. No wonder I thought L.A.
was so quiet,” Vivian said.

“Sorry,” we said in unison.

She shook her head, smiling. “Elizabeth, are
you packed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She nodded. “Very well. Jacob, help with her
things and get her to the airport on time?”

“You’re not coming?”

“As much as I’d like to see you off, dear, I
feel I would just be in the way.” She patted my hand. “Don’t worry,
I’ll see you soon. The sale of the house still has to be
overseen.”