Page 50 of Finding Jacob
He reached out for my hand and helped me climb out. Before I could protest, he scooped me up, walked into the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed. I laughed, moaning that the bedding would get wet, the dinner ruined. He silenced me with a kiss.
While his mouth took charge of mine, he slid out of his jeans and only broke our kiss to pull his T-shirt over his head. He kissed down my neck, over my chest and down to my stomach.
“Hello, baby,” he whispered, planting little kisses all over my skin. I shivered, not in cold and not in desire, but in happiness, in pure joy at his words.
He continued his kisses until his lips reached my opening. I parted my legs and gripped his scalp. He teased and probed with his tongue, tasting, and inhaling my scent. He nipped and sucked, causing a moan to form deep from within and escape. And then, while hovering over me, he entered me.
He was so gentle at first. He held himself above me, staring straight at me. When I wrapped my legs around his and raised my arse to have him deeper, he thrust into me with the same urgency I needed.
It was short, sweet, and satisfying for us both. As Jacob lowered himself to my side, he laughed.
“I need to get back to the gym, gotta build these arm muscles up,” he said, flexing his biceps.
“I think you look fine exactly as you are,” I said, rolling onto my side. “Did I tell you I used to be an expert equestrian? I need to ride more, I think.”
“Anytime you want, baby, anytime you want,” he said. “But not now. I don’t cook often, but when I do, not even your pussy will distract me.”
He rolled to the side of the bed and sat up, reaching for a tissue from the box as he did. I knelt up beside him.
“I will challenge that, Jacob. Not now, because I’m starving, and I have two mouths to feed. But another time, I guarantee I will distract you from your cooking.” I planted a kiss to the side of his neck.
“Yep, I have a feeling you are going to be my downfall from top chef of the household.”
We both laughed. Jacob dressed and ordered me downstairs in less than three minutes. He was very precise, and I knew he was struggling to leave, faltering by the door as I stretched and parted my legs so he could see how wet I still was.
“Witch,” he said, laughing and then leaving.
Jacob had cooked the most amazing meal and I was thrilled I hadn’t tempted him back to bed. We had a delicate white fish steamed in lemon and garlic placed on a bed of buttery spinach. On the side we had battered zucchini, a tomato and onion salad in an olive oil and lemon dressing, and some new potatoes. It was a simple dish, tasty, and exactly what I needed. A loaf of sourdough bread sat on the table with a bread knife, and I cut a slice to mop the juices from my plate.
I sipped on a delicious white wine, light and fruity, a perfect complement to the fish and a lovely summer drink.
“You are an amazing chef. Where did you learn to cook?”
“The army initially, although I can assure you, we didn’t eat like this. I enjoy cooking. I find it relaxing.” He smiled at me.
“You can cook anytime you want,” I said. “Me and this little one certainly appreciated that.”
“What are your thoughts about us, Anna?” he asked. He had asked a similar question before, and I think I’d dodged answering.
“I want you in my life, in our lives,” I said, honestly. “I’m not sure how we’ll manage our living arrangements. Perhaps we should just commute back and forth between both houses for the time being?”
He nodded but sighed. “There are things I need in a house that this won’t accommodate. I know this is close to your office, but how about we buy something in London that suits us both a little better? I mean, do you really want to be carrying the baby up those stairs each evening?”
He had a point. My Victorian townhouse was narrow, over three floors, and with a steep staircase.
“What things do you need?”
“I need an office, a large one. I need a secure room for...things. I need a gun room.”
“Oh, I don’t know about the gun room, Jacob,” I said, placing my hands instinctively on my stomach.
“I can promise you this, our child will be safe, Anna. Come home with me next weekend, let me show you around my home. You never got to see it before. I’m not pushing you to move in with me. For now, we’ll go back and forth if you really want, but, in the future, we do need to address this again.”
I nodded. Part of me was hesitant in moving in together because it really had been only just a few months. And in that short space of time, we hadn’t beenouttogether other than the disaster of a wedding. We’d fucked, a lot, but that was it. But a gun room? I wasn’t sure I wanted our child near such a thing.
“I’ll set up a trust fund for uni or...whatever. And I’ll need your bank account details so I can deposit a monthly amount. I don’t want our child to go without anything, Anna.”
“You know I can afford to pay for our child myself?” We hadn’t spokenfinances.
