Kina
Jacob kissed me, and I was wet almost right away. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted him before, and it was because, for the first time, he admitted how he felt to me.
I hadn’t told him that I loved him, too, but I did. And I wanted to show him.
I took his hand and lead him to the bedroom. We passed Kyle’s closed door, and I didn’t care that he was here and might hear us. This was my house and my man, and I was going to do what I had been meaning to do for a long time.
I was going to make love to him.
When we were in the bedroom, Jacob pulled me against him, the line of his body pressed against mine. He kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, tasting me, exploring me. I gasped, melting against him.
His hand moved to my breast, and he squeezed me through the material of my blouse.
