Page 62 of Revere
I shrug, offering a playful smile as I push myself to sit on his counter.
His stare immediately slides in my direction.
“Sorry, I can get down.”
“Don’t.” He sets the pitcher aside, standing at my knees as he hands me the glass.
My throat is impossibly dry all of a sudden.
Jacob doesn’t take his eyes off me as I take a sip. Condensation drips down my fingers. When I set the glass on the counter beside me, he stops me from drying my hand on my jeans, snagging my wrist before I get the chance.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He lifts my hand to his mouth, dragging his tongue along the ridge to lick up every drop of water from my skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Clearly…” My core heats as he drags his tongue along my middle finger. “Is that why you followed me to Bristal tonight? Because you can’t get enough?”
I’m never this confident, but in his hands, I feel like the center of his world. There’s something about how Jacob watches me. How he smiles at my little challenges. How he doesn’t getannoyed when I’m irritable. He just pushes me harder. He draws out my defiance.
He smirks. “I told you I had a dinner meeting.”
“Right. So you aren’t obsessed with me then?”
Jacob tips my knees open so he can stand between them. “I didn’t say that.”
“So you are obsessed with me?” I smile. “Got it.”
He drags his hand into the hair at the side of my head. “Brat.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Are you testing me, Patience?”
“Of course not.” I wet my lips. “You’re the one who issues the tests around here,Professor.”
A growl rumbles in his chest, and my core pools with excitement. He’s a breath away, and I’m on the verge of snapping. I’m pushing until he breaks. Because I’ve never needed anything like I need Jacob’s lips when they land on mine.
His fingers dig into my scalp, and his kiss is anything but polite. It’s desperate. Determined, like he is.
Slow but fierce, and I melt into it. Need tears through me, so I grab his shirt and pull him closer. I lock my legs at his hips and meet his tongue with mine.
The scruff on his jaw rubs my face. It’s exactly how I imagined but better because his hands aren’t a figment of my imagination. They’re strong and firm, lifting me from the island and carrying me through his apartment.
Jacob doesn’t stop kissing me as he walks me down the hallway to his bedroom.
My fingers tug on the hair at the back of his head, and I forget that this is wrong. That he’s almost twice my age and my professor. I forget anything except how good this feels to sink into it.
I accept him, allowing him to take what’s his.
Because that’s what I am.
His.
He sets me on my feet, bending to keep his lips pressed to mine a second longer. And even after he breaks it, our foreheads stay touching. I could spend a lifetime lost in his green eyes. This forbidden garden I’m happily wandering. It isn’t until I feel his hands tugging the hem of my shirt that my mind drags me back to reality.
I step away, and he immediately straightens.
“Are you okay?”
“Sorry. Yes. Of course.” I tug at the hem of my shirt, smoothing it over. “Maybe we should turn the light off first.”
