Page 25 of Aquarius Awakening
“You’re so stubborn you could have told me this morning you needed help,” he said.
“I didn’t want to bother you with something I could take care of.”
Jacob turned to face me. He lifted my chin while staring intently into my eyes. “If you need anything, call me. I’m serious. If you need something put together, or if you need someone to talk to, it doesn’t matter. I’m here for you. I don’t want you to think you have to do everything alone. Got it?”
I was so lost in Jacob’s stare that I didn’t realize he was posing a question. His raised eyebrow made me realize that he was awaiting a response.
“Got it. Now that you’re here, we can do it together,” I stated.
“I’ll do the building. You can put the clothes away,” he affirmed.
There was no use in arguing with him. Jacob continued to remind me I wouldn’t lift a finger in his presence. I did as he said and unpacked some of the clothes. I hoped Jacob was quick because he had to build the bookcases for both rooms. With the amount of clothes, shoes, and purses I had, I hoped there would be enough room. If it weren’t, I would need to purge some things since I had no desire to rent another storage unit for my clothes.
Jacob started putting together the bookcases. There was something about a man who was handy that turned me on. I tried hard not to stare, but he made it difficult for me to focus. When I saw all the pieces he had to put together, I was glad he had come. I would have given up on this project within an hour. Jacob made it seem so easy. He was almost finished. When he got to the last case, he took his shirt off, and his toned chest was on full display for me to drool over.
“Are you going to stare at me all day?” he asked.
I felt my face warm with embarrassment. Jacob simply winked at me as I found myself at a loss for words. When he finished with the last case, he walked over to me, leaving no space between us. Jacob took my hand and ran it across his chest while my honey pot leaked. His eyes filled with a lust I’d never seen before. Jacob bent down to kiss my lips. After a couple of pecks, he slid his warm tongue into my mouth. A small moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Our kiss was deep and sensual as the passion oozed between us.
I hated to pull back from him, but if we didn’t stop, I would regret it.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you at the fashion show. I hope I didn’t overstep,” Jacob blurted out. A worried expression appeared on his face.
“It was fine. I must admit I’ve wanted you to kiss me for quite some time,” I confessed.
“Good, because I didn’t want to apologize for something I’ve been fantasizing about,” he admitted.
“I only stopped because I’m not ready for this to go any further. I’ve wanted to do more than kiss you for a while now. The only thing stopping me is that I’m not fully divorced,” I assured him.
“Have you thought about how things will be after the papers are signed?” he asked.
I blushed at the idea of what we could be. “More than you could ever imagine. I can’t wait until the time comes.”
“Good, because I don’t want anything to stop us once that’s taken care of,” Jacob whispered tenderly as he pecked my lips again.
With the seat of my panties soaked with my juices, I put some space between us. This was bound to happen because my attraction to Jacob had grown as the days went on. Although Jacob’s looks initially caught my attention, he continued to hold my interest because he was so thoughtful. When Jacob stood up to Mason, he made me feel safe. He kept showing up for me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
Jacob moved the cases into the closet one by one as I looked on.
“Do you want to eat before you do the next set?” I asked.
He looked at me then licked his lips. “I could eat,” he responded in a low tone.
My mind immediately wandered to how good of an eater he really was.
Jacob slipped his shirt back on as we headed toward the kitchen. When we entered the kitchen, we took turns washing our hands before I went over to the bag to pull out the sandwiches, chips, and drinks he brought.
“Honey-glazed turkey, lettuce, tomato, American cheese, mayo, black pepper, oil, and vinegar,” I rattled off as I looked at the sandwich.
“That’s still your order, right?” he asked.
“It’s been my order since you taught me what the best sandwich in the world is,” I confirmed.
Jacob laughed. “That’s right, don’t forget who put you on. I’ll never forget when you told me you had never had a turkey sandwich on a roll. There was no way you could call yourself a New Yorker without experiencing a deli sandwich.”
“The one thing you were right about. I’ve been hooked ever since,” I commented as I took a bite into my favorite sandwich.
I finished half of my sandwich before I got full. We ate in comfortable silence.
