I’ve just convinced myself that I should speak up when I’m against the wall with his arms caging me in. “Whitney.” He lets out a slow shaky breath. “You are… impossible. Did you just ask me if I liked her?”

I go to respond when he puts a finger up. I listen because I don’t really have a response or a reasoning behind my irrational jealousy I’d have to explain.

“I wish I did like her.” His right hand moves off the wall and finds my face. His palm rests against my cheek as he drags his thumb under the space just beneath my eyes that are now welling with tears. “I wish I liked anyone. But I don’t.” He shrugs before shaking his head. “I can’t. Not while I’m still in love with you.”

A gasp escapes my lips and the sound sends his eyes to my mouth. He bites his bottom lip and my eyes follow the movement.

“Say something,” he whispers.

“I don’t know what to say.” And that was the truth. I feel like my mind has gone blank.

“Tell me to walk away.” I don’t speak. He drags his hand away from my cheek and I know the pinkness is coating my cheeks in response to his touch. His thumb finds my bottom lip and he strokes the skin gently. “Tell me not to kiss you.”

I don’t speak.

He leans down so our faces are only an inch apart and I’m sure he can tell that my breathing has become labored and I also wonder if he can hear the pounding in my chest. He’s giving me a chance to stop this. But I don’t want to. I know it’s wrong and I know I’m about to start down a path of destruction but I can’t think about anything except Jacob’s mouth on mine. Fuck, his lips. I remember he had the softest fucking lips. His nose brushes against mine and I let out a sigh that causes him to utter a groan. Our lips are so close but not touching as we essentially breathe in the same bit of air and then just as my eyes flutter closed, I feel his lips touch mine gently. It’s light and quick but it’s enough to send an explosion of fireworks behind my eyelids and goose bumps to appear all over my flesh. I open my eyes and he’s staring straight at me.

His hands find their way into my hair and he pulls gently and just that small action has my panties dampening. “Baby.”

“Hmmm?” I respond without thinking and the smile that finds his face makes my knees buckle.

“You still respond to that.”

I don’t respond.

“I love you,” he repeats and I don’t respond to that either.

I just raise my chin, letting him know what I want. I lick my lips and he raises an eyebrow at me sexily. But also, in that arrogant way that tells me he knows he’s got me. That sexy arrogance. Not many men can pull that off, you know. Bastard. His lips find mine again but this time it isn’t a brush or light, it’s a full-on kiss. He wastes no time and soon his tongue finds mine and I’m lifted off the ground and I’m pinned to the wall. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he grinds his dick into me. His tongue weaves with mine in the familiar dance we did for the better part of two years. His cock is hard and the space between my legs is getting slicker by the second as he drives himself hard against me.