to leave my bedroom, and I had to jump up to stop him.
I hurried to put myself between his body and the door, giving him a wry glare. “Did Mr. Grumps forget we’re a little past that point now?”
Jacob frowned. I swore, never had a frown looked so handsome before. “But here, Jaz? Here, it’s…different. Someone could catch us. Oliver could come home, or your mother, and that would jeopardize you in ways I won’t allow—”
For some reason, I knew Jacob would go on and on about how he and I had to stay away from each other while we were in this house together, so I did the only thing I could to shut him up completely: I leaned my chest against him and planted a hot, searing kiss on his lips.
You don’t just walk into my room, throw your arms around me and pin me in place on my seat for no reason. You don’t just shave your normally scruffy face and think my mind wasn’t going to go to the most inappropriate places. Like, come on, dude. For real? Be realistic.
Our mouths still connected, Jacob’s left hand grabbed my hip, and before I knew what was happening, we were backing up until my spine hit my bedroom door, closing it entirely. I felt his hand leave my hip, only to hit the lock in the doorknob.
“Just to be safe,” he murmured against my lips, and I devoured the words as soon as they came out, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching my back against him. His hips dug into me, forcing me to feel the ever growing erection between his legs. It did not take much from me to excite him, and honestly, the feeling was mutual.
Making out with him here, for once, wouldn’t give me a terrible case of stubble burn. Was that why Jacob had shaved? Just in case he and I got freaky while alone there would be less evidence of it? I could respect that.
I nipped his bottom lip, biting a little bit harder than I usually did. The small bite caused him to groan, a low vibration deep in his muscled chest. I moved to kiss his chin, and I felt his hands slide up my sides, finding my breasts immediately.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “You’re not wearing anything under there. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Shrugging, I decided to let him think that. In reality, It was too early in the day for it, plus my mom had washed my favorite bra last night, and it was still sitting in the pile of clothes I had on my dresser to put away.
I mean, I had more than one bra, but I really liked that one, you know? I wasn’t one of those girls who changed bras every single day. Like, bras were expensive, kind of like pants. I only owned a few pairs anyway.
His fingers pinched my nipples, and heat flooded my core. I clenched my thighs and let out a moan, feeling his hips grinding against me harder. I didn’t doubt my nipples were now hardened little points under there, two tiny pebbles that revealed just how turned on I was. And so damned sensitive, too.
Lowering my arms from his neck, I set both hands on his chest and pushed with all my might. Jacob got the hint and stopped toying with my chest, giving me a confused look. The confusion morphed into a smug expression when I took his shoulders and pushed him to his knees in front of me.
I didn’t think I’d ever had Jacob Hall on his knees before me. He was always on top, or I was. This was a new position for him…and you know what? I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Biting my lower lip, I traced his clean jawline. His pretty eyes were full of hunger, sheer lust and carnal desire. A look like that would make any girl melt into a mess of helpless, horny goo, and right now I was the gooiest.
Uh, okay. Maybe that wasn’t the best analogy.
I smirked at him, dropping my hands to my sides and doing a little dance as I shimmied out of my pajama bottoms and underwear. Once they hit the ground, I kicked them to the side, bearing it all to Jacob, at least beneath the waist.
“Why don’t you show me how much you love me,” I egged him on. Since his haphazard confession while hilt-deep inside of me, he’d avoided the