Once again, he didn’t bother talking to her, and he kept on driving. Her heart raced, and she looked outside the window at the passing scenery. Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to a gate, and Jacob rolled his window down.
Her heart began to pound as he pressed his card to the scan, punching in the number that opened the gate. Wherever they were going was secluded.
He started driving straight, and she looked behind her to see the gates closing.
“Jacob, what’s going on?”
No words were spoken, and she gritted her teeth.
Minutes passed, and he pulled up outside a luxury house.
“My father gave this to me on the night of my eighteenth birthday. He believes every man has a right to have a home. All of his sons, and Tamsin, will have a home to call their own.” He climbed out of the car, and she grabbed her bag, doing the same. Jacob grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the house.
The door closed, and he had her pressed up against the hard wood door.
“I’ve not been fucking anything other than my fist, thinking about you the entire time.” He grabbed her bag from her hands, throwing it across the entrance hall. Jacob gripped the edge of her shirt, and tore it from her neck down. She released a little squeal as he took her by surprise with his brute force.
He pulled away long enough to remove his jacket, being careful to place it on the coat hook beside the door. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, and her mouth ran dry. His hard muscles were covered in ink, intricate designs of flowers, graves, and patterns that didn’t seem to link together, and yet did on him.
“Do you really think there’s any way I’d want anyone else when I’ve got you to come home to?”
Jacob grabbed her hand, locking them together, and placing them above her head, so she was stretched tall with her back against the wall.
He tore the shirt completely from her body so she was standing in her white lace bra.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve been thinking about these tits, you’ve been driving me crazy with the memory of them. I love how deep red they are, and big, waiting for me.” He tugged the lace of her bra down, and he leaned in close taking one bud into his mouth.
Lou’s eyes closed as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. There was no way she could control her body’s response to his touch. She wanted Jacob, and he held her in place as he sucked her nipple. He circled the nipple, then used his teeth to create that spark of pain before lavishing his tongue back and forth.
An answering fire started to build between her thighs. Her clit filled, getting bigger, and she wanted to touch herself. She had never had such strong feelings before, but with Jacob, he’d been building a fire within her, and he was finally going to light the torch.
She wanted to go up in flames, craving it more than she had ever craved anything else in her life.
He held her tight against the door, and she couldn’t do anything as he pulled away. She released a little whimper, and he chuckled. “What’s the matter, baby? You want me to fuck you? Is that why you had your little outburst?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why have you waited?” she asked. Her voice was husky as she struggled with her own needs taking over.
“I’ve fucked Pam. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my time. I told you I didn’t live like a monk. I’ve never lied to you.”
“Why have I been different?”
Jacob sighed. “Those women were easy. They were easy holes to fill. You’re not easy, baby. I never thought you were.”
“What make me different?”
“You belong to me. That’s what makes you different. You’re mine.”
Chapter Ten
Jacob slammed his lips down on hers, changing his hands so that he could use his other to pull the lace of her bra back, exposing her perfect tits. They were large, and he wanted them over him bouncing as he fucked her hard. His cock pressed against his pants, and he wanted inside her so damn bad. He’d bet his fortune that she was dripping wet, and wanting his cock.
He’d give it to her as well—when he was ready.
She screamed his name as he took her other breast between his teeth, biting down just a little and then soothing it out with his tongue. Lou arched against him, pressing toward him, yet trying to get away. He kept her locked in place, letting her know without a doubt that he was the one who controlled her. The only way she was getting away from him was if he allowed her to.
Once they crossed this line there was no going back. He wasn’t going to let her get away, and he also wasn’t going to give her a warning. Releasing her hands, he grabbed her jeans, pulling them down her thighs, waiting for her to step out of them. He waited for her to be on two feet before he lifted one, and she jumped twice finding her balance. Bunching her panties in his fist, he tore them from her body, and stared at her pussy. The lips of her sex were bare, no trace of pubic hair.