Page 74 of Forecasting the Forward

“It’s just …” I trail off.

“What?” he asks quietly.

I sigh as my middle finger resumes circling my clit. “I’ve never done this before. I must have assumed it was taboo, but it’s not. It’s incredibly erotic and sensual watching you like this. Have you ever done this?”

“No,” he responds. “Never wanted to do anything like this. Until you.”

“Until you,” I repeat, my finger circling faster. My breathing picks up as I chase my pleasure, and I watch Jacob increase his speed. I’ve never had the desire to do anything like this before. At this moment, I think I’d do just about anything he asked me.

“I wish I was there,” he pants, his voice strangled and thick with lust. “I’d give anything to bury myself inside you, feel you clench as you come apart. God, I fucking miss you.”

“Jacob,” I moan. “How many days until you’re home?”

“Three.”

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“We’re gonna circle back to the fact that you just cussed for the first time in front of me, darlin’, but know that I feel the same way. Just know that I can’t wait to fuck you again. When I get home, wherever you are in our apartment, just know we’re doing it right there. I will not be able to wait one fucking second to be inside you. Gonna live inside you,” he groans, his head falling back against the headboard as his eyes close in bliss. “Are you close, baby? Please tell me you’re there. I need you to come with me.”

“Jacob, I’m coming!” I shout, that last sentence the bit that does me in. He needs me to come with him. I’ve read it in books, and always rolled my eyes at how ridiculous it sounded. But hearing it from Jacob — from my husband — is one hell of an aphrodisiac I didn’t know I needed.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Me too.”

A kaleidoscope of colors bursts behind my eyelids as my back arches from the bed. I let out a guttural moan louder than I think I’ve ever made, and I vaguely hear Thunder whining at the door. In hindsight, I’ll find it humorous that my dog is concerned for my well-being, but right now, I’m too high on a wave of pleasure to care.

Aftershocks wrack my body as I come down from my orgasm, and I slow my finger to a halt. Opening one eye, I find Jacob in a similar mental space, a blissed out expression on his face as he catches his breath.

“I forgot to watch,” I admit with a breathy giggle.

Jacob laughs. “I guess I did too. My eyes closed of their own volition. I’m not even sure if we were talking at all. Did I say anything interesting?”

“Yes. You promised me you’d buy me a car for every month of the year,” I reply with a smile.

“Sounds about right. Done. All the same color, or an ombré rainbow?”

“Surprise me.”

“Be careful what you wish for, darlin’. I think I’m gonna enjoy spoiling you.”

Suddenly nervous, I backtrack. “I was just kidding. You know I don’t need anything like that, right? I don’t need to be spoiled. You shouldn’t buy me anything, actually. That really muddies the waters, and I don’t want you to think I’m only married to you for your bank account, because that’s a really despicable thing, and I know there are tons of wives out there that do that kind of thing, but I’m not one of them. Actually, I should probably give you some money for rent? Or groceries? Something? This isn’t an even exchange, and I want to do my part —”

“Woah,” Jacob shouts, interrupting my spiral. “Relax, Becca. If I buy you anything, it’s because I want to, not because I think you expect it. I know you aren’t in this for my bank account. You’re probably the least money-hungry person I’ve met in Denver, which is why I love you. And there are tons of wives that absolutely get with hockey players for the money. I’d never lump you in the same category as them. I will not, however, be taking rent or grocery money from you, so get those thoughts out of that pretty little brain of yours. You’re still paying rent on your apartment. You do not need to pay anything on mine. It isn’t about an even exchange. It’s about me wanting to provide for you, keeping you safe, and watching you be happy. You bring me so much fucking peace, baby. You can’t put a price tag on that.”

Stupefied, I stare at him in complete shock.

Did he mean to say all that?

Does he realize he said he loves me?

Why isshe looking at me like that? Like she just got hit by a truck.

I try to flip through the conversation in my head, but I can’t figure out what shocked the hell out of Becca. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, I’m great. Fabulous. Fantastic. That was an excellent FaceTime orgasm. One for the record books,” she chirps, her face getting pinker as she talks. “Thunder is scratching at the door, so I need to go. Where are you headed in the morning?”

“Tampa,” I murmur.

“Okay, well, safe travels. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, I guess. Night!”

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