Yours Truly (Part of Your World, #2)(93)

I didn’t even want to.

I tugged at his belt until he took over and unzipped himself. He raised his hips to get his pants far enough off for me to pull him out.

And then he was in my hand. And he was so hard.

This was for me.

Maybe nothing else he felt was mine, but this was. It turned me on to think I could turn him on. That if nothing else, at least I could do this to his body. I slid my hand up and down, stroking him between us. He put his hand firmly over mine and made me go faster.

I was coming undone. It was all too much and not enough.

I wanted to get on my knees and put my mouth on it and taste him, but when I started to climb off, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back. He crushed his mouth to mine, yanked my underwear sideways, and eased me down on top of him. The noise he made in the back of his throat as he slid inside me almost finished me right there.

It was fireworks. Explosions. Nothing else existed outside of this moment.

My brain was screaming yes.

Yes to everything.

YESSSSS.

All of our clothes were on. I didn’t care.

The door was probably unlocked. I didn’t care.

Everyone upstairs was going to take one look at my wrinkled dress and kiss-bruised mouth and know what we did down here—I didn’t care.

I didn’t care.

I’d fantasized about this moment so many times. Jacob had made me orgasm a hundred ways in the last few months, only he’d never actually been there for it. And I must have said this out loud in my delirium because he breathed, “Me too” into my ear. And then in a gravelly voice, “You in the red dress at the luau. You in my shirt. You in your scrubs. Always you…”

Our breath was shallow. My hair fell around him like a curtain, and his hands lifted my bare thighs and guided me up and down. The momentum built in my core and it was so good I was going to scream his name if I didn’t bite my lips closed when it happened and then he was groaning and I was gasping, and I felt him tensing and pulsing into me and I had an orgasm that made me forget my own fucking name.

I loved him so much.

I wanted to die, I loved him so much. I wanted to crawl inside of him and live there. I wanted to spend the rest of my life just being with him. Adoring him. Protecting him. Living in all his quiets. Letting him touch me any way he wanted to, as often as he wanted to.

A head on his shoulder in a movie theater. A kiss before bed. A cuddle in the dark. Growing old and holding his hand.

Anything he wanted. Anything he needed. I wanted to be his anything.

But I wasn’t.

The reality came down slow and then all at once. The heated moment passed, and my head started to clear and I realized what I’d just done.

This man was in love with someone else.

I’d promised myself that I would never let a man love me with only half of himself ever again. I wasn’t even sure I’d just gotten half of Jacob. I wasn’t sure I’d gotten any of him at all.

I don’t even think Jacob was there.

“Oh my God, you guys are always making out.”

We turned to Jewel standing in the doorway.

“He’s in the basement!” she called over her shoulder. “He’s just sucking face with Briana. As usual.” She looked back at us. “The limo’s here.”

She rolled her eyes, turned, and left.

We looked back at each other, out of breath. My dress was covering his lap, but he was still inside me. My face stung from the shadow of his beard, my hair was tangled and sticking to my wet cheeks.

His eyes dropped to my mouth and he slid a hand into the back of my hair, but before he leaned in to kiss me again, I scrambled off him. “No,” I said, tugging my dress down.

I was so disgusted with what I’d done I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I’d just had sex with him, he was dripping into my underwear, and suddenly watching him do his belt buckle felt too personal.

I started to shake. I couldn’t tell if it was from the orgasm or the adrenaline or the soul-crushing disappointment in myself.

“We can never do that again,” I said, finally mustering the courage to look at him.

He blinked at me, rumpled from the sofa. “What?”

“I should have never done this…” I breathed. “It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

The silence between us was like a vacuum. It wasn’t the cessation of sound, it was a world where sound didn’t exist. I couldn’t stand the way he was looking at me.

I was trying so hard not to cry. I didn’t want him to have to deal with Amy and my feelings too.

“You’re going to miss the limo,” I said, my voice cracking.

He shook his head at me. “I don’t care about the limo.” He started to get up. “Briana—”

I backed up. “No! Don’t touch me.”

It was amazing how clear his eyes looked now as he stared at me. Sharp and focused. Like a storm had passed and the sun was out and he was seeing every single flaw on my face. Every flaw in my personality.

Maybe he was finally seeing the thing that made Nick want someone else.

I couldn’t stand the scrutiny. I couldn’t stand the reality.

I ran to the bathroom and locked the door.





Chapter 40

Jacob



I was whiplashed. I felt like I’d been in an emotional car wreck and I’d been ejected. What the hell had just happened between us?