“I’m close to coming already,” he growled. “What do you do to me?”
“I don’t know.” I held his face in my hands. “What do you do to me?” I muttered, not believing how easily my heart was opening up to him again.
“Give me a second.” He grabbed a bar of soap and I slid down off him. He ran the bar of soap all across my body, cleaning every inch of me and scrubbing my skin with his hands.
“You don’t have to do that,” I gasped as he continued to clean me.
“I don’t want you to feel dirty.” He looked into my eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m an asshole who—”
“Jakob.” I shook my head, not wanting him to continue. “Don’t.”
“I’m sorry.” He slipped the soap between my legs and ran it back and forth, his fingers running over my clit as he attempted to soap every single part of me. “I think I might be falling in—”
“Jakob.” I shook my head and leaned forward and kissed him. “Not now.”
“But I want to tell you what I’m—”
“Right now, all I want you to do is fuck me.” I groaned as my body trembled with need. I’d been so close to coming earlier. “Please,” I begged him as the soap made its way across my nipples.
“Your wish is my command.” With a grin, he dropped the soap on the shower floor and pressed himself into me. The water cascaded down our bodies for a few seconds before he lifted me up again to enter me quickly.
“Ooh!” I screamed out as he pushed me back against the wall and slammed into me. “Jakob,” I cried out as his cock moved with an urgency I’d never felt from him before.
“Come for me, Bianca,” he shouted, his eyes never leaving mine. “Come for me, my sweet darling,” he growled, then opened the shower curtain wide, soaking the floor.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as my body approached orgasm. I held on to him and sank my teeth into his shoulder as the first body-shaking orgasm hit me.
“If they want to listen, they might as well see too.” He winked at me. “This is for the cameras if there are any.” He growled as he thrust into me two more times and then exploded inside me, his body shuddering against mine. “I’m falling in love with you, Bianca London. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he whispered into my ear. “Let me prove to you that I can be a friend as well as a foe. Though, I want to be so much more than a friend.”
I kissed his shoulder, suddenly exhausted as my feet slid back down to the ground. His arms wrapped around me and his body felt hot against mine as we just stood there. All of a sudden the last words of my father’s letter hit my mind. It had said, All I ask is that you be careful of who you trust. Friends can be foes and foes can be friends. Maybe he would have wanted me to trust Jakob. Maybe Jakob was my knight in shining armor. Maybe he could help me solve this puzzle. I felt him kiss the top of my head as his hands rubbed my back. I snuggled into him, feeling safe. I trusted him, I really did. I just wasn’t sure why I couldn’t get that dire feeling from my stomach. Something was still off—I could feel it in my soul, but I had no idea what it was.
eleven
“Pack a suitcase with whatever you want for the next couple of days.” Jakob dried me off with my big, white, fluffy towel.
“Huh?”
“We’re not staying here.” He encircled my body in the towel and pulled me toward him. “So I need you to pack up some of your stuff.”
“You’re right, we’re not staying here. However, I am.” I glared up at him.
“No, you’re not.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he could just tell me what to do.
“Yes, I am.” I tried to pull away from him.
“No, you’re not. It’s not even up for discussion.” He gave me a pointed look. “You’re leaving. You can do it willingly on your own two feet or I can carry you.”
“You’re not carrying me anywhere.”
“Me Tarzan, you Jane.” He winked at me. “I can beat my chest as well, if that makes you happier.”
“You’re a Neanderthal,” I growled at him. “You think you can just control me?”
“You weren’t complaining just now.” He licked his lips and winked. “You seemed to like it when I took control of you just now, when I pulled your legs up and—”
“I was there. I don’t need a play-by-play.” I blushed. “And that’s not the point. The point is just because we have sex, it doesn’t mean that I trust you, and it doesn’t mean I’m just going to move in with you and—”
“Umm, move in with me?” He smirked. “Moving a bit fast, aren’t you?” He took a step back. “I never said anything about moving in with me.”
“I didn’t mean move in with you like that.” I looked into his eyes, feeling embarrassed. “Stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you,” he said with a straight voice. “Does it sound like I’m laughing at you?”
“Your eyes are laughing at me.” I glared at him.
“My eyes are laughing at you?” His irises positively jumped for joy.
“Jakob,” I growled.