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.

He grips my ass harder and I’m grateful that all of it is covered by the lacy boy short underwear I’m wearing instead of some of my barely there underwear. Whenever I’m wearing a short flowy dress like I am today, I feel too exposed wearing a thong so I wear something with more coverage and I’m grateful for that in this moment. I know that if he was touching the bare flesh of my ass, it would be even easier for him to rip them from me. And then who knows what would happen.