Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(82)

“That doesn’t excuse what he did to you,” I say harshly.

“No, I know that. But it helps me…understand. It was also a mistake for me to try to be my sister. You told me to be myself, Jacob. You liked me for who I am, not who I think I should be. That meant so much to me.” She brushes her mouth over mine. “But the thing about mistakes is, they don’t define us. The only real mistake is not learning from them.”

“Right.” I let out a huge breath, full of gratitude and relief and love for this woman. “Skylar. I love you.”

“Oh.” She blinks at me and her bottom lip quivers. “Oh, Jacob. I love you too.”

She slides her arms around my waist and tips her head back. I study her pale, beautiful face and glowing eyes, and love for her swells up inside me like a huge balloon. I step backwards toward my bed, pulling her with me. Her slow, knowing smile sends heat straight to my groin. I’m already half hard from holding her, but now my dick swells and twitches. “Damn, you’re sexy.”

I reach behind her to untie her little apron and drop it to the floor. Then I start with the top button of her pink dress. It’s tight over her tits and her small waist, showing them off, and I watch as I reveal lush curves one button at a time. My mouth waters, my body tightens, and I become impatient to get my hands on her. I work the rest of the buttons open faster until I can push the pink dress off her shoulders.

She’s standing in front of me in a pink lace bra and the goddamn cutest little panties, pink flowers with ruffled edges. She’s gorgeous, all smooth skin and slender curves.

“Now you,” she murmurs, reaching for the hem of my hoodie. I help her yank it off over my head, along with the T-shirt beneath it. Her hands smooth over my pecs. She lingers on my nipples, sending a quick spear of pleasure straight to my groin, and my abs contract hard, which she notices, and she traces her fingertips down over my stomach. “You’re beautiful too.”

Heat rises in my cheeks but I like her compliment. I frame her face with my hands and touch my lips to hers. As I’m doing this, she reaches behind her for the fastener of her bra and then it’s gone too. She moves into me, skin to skin. I crave the feel of her, every inch of her. We both gasp at the delicious shock of the contact, and need for her explodes inside me.

I slide my hands into her gorgeous hair and fist it as I kiss her, long, openmouthed, seeking kisses, over and over. I slide my tongue into her mouth, rubbing it against hers, then lick her lips. “You taste so damn sweet.” I want her so bad, all of her, the sweetness of her taste, the smell of her, the sounds of her soft sighs. “Want to be inside you, baby.”

“Yes. Me too. Please.” Her fingers dig into my back.

Emotion rises up inside me, almost closing off my breathing. I’m crazy about her, overwhelmed by the fact that she loves me too, so relieved, so thankful. I open my mouth wider on hers, kissing her deeper, swallowing the little noises she makes in her throat as she grabs my shoulders. Pressed against me, my chest to her breasts, belly to belly, it feels like she’s trying to crawl inside me and I f*cking love it. As always, our need for each other is equal.

I have to get the rest of my clothes off, so I release her and step back to shove my loose sweatpants down my thighs. I don’t have underwear on, so when I kick them aside, I’m naked in front of her, my dick bobbing eagerly toward heaven.

Then she’s in my arms again.

I nuzzle her ear, lick below it, tasting her skin, then sucking on it. Oh yeah. Yeah. This is it. My hands gather up her hair and I tug her head back and kiss her throat, then drag my tongue along her skin there. She shivers against me.

I let go of a handful of hair to cup one breast, her pebbled nipple hard, the rest of her so soft. She fills my hand perfectly, and her soft whimpers of pleasure make my body burn for her.

I bend her over my arm, lowering my mouth to her nipple. I close my lips on the tip, then draw her deeper into my mouth. She clutches my shoulders, gasping, panting, crying out my name as I suck.

“Yeah.” I lick her. “That feel good, baby?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.” I lift my head and move to her other breast. Her hands slide into my hair to hold my head there and I take my time tasting her, using lips and tongue and teeth, making her quiver against me.

“Jacob. God.”

“Love your breasts, Sky. Gorgeous. Perfect.”

My hand glides down her back, over the curve of her ass, still in the frilly panties. “These are hot.” I palm the undercurves of her ass cheeks and give a squeeze. Then I slide one hand lower, down her silky thigh, and lift her leg to my hip. My throbbing dick slips between her thighs, inside her panties, to her hot, wet folds, and I rub myself there, back and forth. A groan climbs my throat.

“Oh yeah. So wet, baby.” I kiss her mouth again. I can’t get enough of her. Flames burn over my skin and heat slides through my veins, an explosion building up inside me.

“Jacob.” She gasps against my mouth, moving her hips to help stroke me. “I need you. Inside me.”

“Yeah. Oh yeah.” Tingles build at the base of my spine. “On the bed, baby.”

I lower her leg to the floor and turn her toward the bed, my hands going back to the sweet curves of her ass. We fall together onto the bed. I wince at the jarring to my bruised back.

“What?” she whispers, going still.