Page 28 of Finding Jacob
With a sigh, I slipped my shirt over my head and unclipped my bra. I reached into the shower cubicle and turned on the overhead jets. I stepped under the steaming water. I had my eyes closed, just allowing the water to flow over me, when I felt Jacob step behind me. His arms circled my waist, and I was conscious of my little bump. He rested his chin on my shoulder.
“You didn’t think I’d allow you to shower without me, did you?” His words tickled my skin.
“Allow?” I asked, leaning back into him.
“Yeah, allow. I like to call the shots. Does that bother you?”
While he spoke, Jacob pushed me against the tiled wall. He reached around, placing his hand on my stomach, and slid it down, covering my pussy.
“Does it bother you, Anna?” he asked again.
He started to stroke, prising my sore and enlarged lips apart. My clitoris throbbed at his touch.
“No,” I managed to squeak out.
“Good. Part your legs.” His sentence was more of a command than a request and I complied.
While he stroked and then probed, water cascaded down over us.
I placed my palms on the wall and pushed my arse back against him. I wanted to feel his hardness.
“Lower,” he said, his voice taking on a gravelly tone. I complied and when I was bent over double, he entered me.
He was gentle, taking his time with long, slow, and deep strokes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my back. I cried as I came, he called out my name as he did.
CHAPTERSEVEN
I woke sometime in the middle of the night. I was curled up beside Jacob, both of us naked with just a sheet to cover our bodies. I listened to his breathing, deep and even. He lay on his back with one arm over his head. His face was turned towards me. He was a beautiful man, even with the broken nose. I wanted to trace his features, but I didn’t want to wake him. His short dark hair spiked up, he’d dragged a towel over his head after we’d finally finished our shower and collapsed on the bed.
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. We were meant to talk. He’d mentioned the fact we hadn’t used protection and I’d brushed it aside with a, ‘it’s all okay,’ ambiguous answer. I had just wanted us to settle and then I would tell him why it didn’t matter. But somewhere between listening to his soulful voice and his breathing, I fell asleep.
He hadn’t asked me to stay the night, and I had no idea what the reception would be when he woke. I didn’t want to, but I slid my legs from the bed. I ached, I had bite marks over my neck and shoulders. I silently chuckled, I hadn’t had a love bite since my early teens.
I had no idea where my trousers and panties were. I’d located my torn top and bra in the bathroom. However, Jacob had left a T-shirt and sweatpants on the bed for me. I slipped them on, having to roll the waistband over a few times. Although clean, the clothes smelled of him, and for that, I was glad. I wanted it to linger for as long as it could. I bunched the T-shirt in my fists and raised it to my nose. I inhaled.
Quietly, I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen, praying that I wouldn’t bump into the chef. I had no idea if he lived in or not. I passed the area where we’d sat, and it had been cleared.
The kitchen was dark and cool. I ran my hand over the stainless-steel countertop until I reached the sink. I needed water. A glass stood upturned on the drainer, and I filled it. The water was fresh and clean, unlike the tap water in my house that was chalky. I quickly swallowed it down, refilling it.
I sat at the breakfast bar in the same seat I had when I’d first arrived. It was a peaceful place to sit. Although it looked like an industrial-style kitchen, it was softened by copper light fittings and bar stools. My bag sat on the bar, and I pulled it towards me. I reached inside for my phone, debating on whether to ask Nathan how I get home. I opened the case to three messages from him. The last one is the one I read.
Jacob said you’re staying over. Call in the morning if you want collecting.
Jacob had said I was staying over? Presumably that was after I fell asleep. Well, that answered the question as to whether I ought to go home or not.
“Hey,” I heard, just as I was about to swallow a mouthful of water. In fright, I spat it out.
“Jesus,” I said, lifting the T-shirt to wipe my mouth.
Jacob chuckled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. “Here, the tap water isn’t cold.” He slid the bottle towards me.
“Thank you. I woke and... I was thirsty.”
“Disorientated as well, I bet?”
He took the stool beside me, swivelling until he faced me. He reached forward and tucked some hair behind my ear. It was a gesture I’d scoff at in a romance novel, so cliché, but from him, it was tender and perfect.
