With Jacob this close, it took every
ounce of focus to keep my
thoughts on the impending exam. More than once, I caught myself staring
at his lips wondering how soft they’d be as they kissed my skin. I only
hoped he didn’t notice my glances that might make things highly
embarrassing.
The fresh scent of my clean sheets
ever so slightly mixed with
his musky, warm aroma that fascinated me to no end. The way his hair
moved when he turned his head in my direction caught my attention. His
presence in the apartment made life seem more bearable, from the
studying to the incredibly noisy neighbour who thought everyone wanted
to hear his heavy metal albums all throughout the night.
“Think you’re up for a break, Kelly?”
He shut his textbook with
a loud clap and quirked his lips to one side. “We’ve been going at it
for a while now.”
My notecards toppled from my hands,
and I jerked back, caught
off-guard by his words. “Uh, yeah...” If we’d really been ‘going at
it,’ I would’ve refused to take a break. Stop thinking about him like
that. “Yes, that sounds good. Want something else to drink? Maybe a
coffee or Coke?”
The amused twinkle in his emerald
green eyes melted my insides.
Maybe studying on my bed hadn’t been the best idea. However, the
dinette set would barely be enough room for one of our textbooks, let
alone...
“Water.” Jacob leaned over me,
brushing his palm over my
exposed knee as he reached for the fallen study cards. “It’s kind of
hot in here, isn’t it?”
He had to be kidding me. With him this
close, it was like a
sauna in here. I wanted to touch him, show him that all of this
flirting was more than I could handle. My heart pounded in my ears. If
I didn’t do something to him soon, I might explode.
As if on cue, he turned to face me.
Our lips were barely inches apart,
and I saw flecks of gold in his green eyes. Seconds ticked by. Was he
going to make a move? I didn’t have the strength to sit by and not take
this chance. Not if it meant this brief encounter would pass by
forgotten.
I leaned into him. The moment our lips
touched, a spark of
lust... desire... chemistry burned its way inside me. One brush of lips
wasn’t nearly enough. My body thirsted for more kisses.
Jacob froze in place, and I wondered
for a split second if what
I felt was only me. Maybe the flirting had been meaningless to him. He
pulled me up so we stood beside my bed. His messy blond hair brushed
across his forehead, and I ran my hand through his hair, savoring the
softness.
He held me ever closer, his lips
caressing mine. The kiss was gentle,
careful as if afraid to take things too fast. This moment was heaven.
My arms circled his neck of their own
volition, and I trailed
my hands down Jacob’s back. The hard muscles flexing beneath my
fingertips sent heat coursing through me. This so wasn’t a good use of
our study time, especially now that final exams were on top of us, but
I really didn’t care.
He’d been the only stable thing in my
life since I’d come to college
last September. We had three classes together that first semester,
which was kind of crazy, but I didn’t mind. Ever since, we planned our
courses together, as much as we could, at least.
Two of the three classes we had this
semester were science and math, so
I didn’t hesitate to take him up on study sessions. Fortunately, the
last was English, my forte.
Jacob nibbled on my ear lobe, and
tingles of pleasure blanketed
my body. “Your skin is so soft, Kelly.” He slid his hands along the hem
of my skirt stroking the backs of my thighs, the intensity of his touch
growing less controlled by the second. His palm brushed against my
backside.
If this kept up, we’d hit the point of
no return. The simple kiss had
gone far beyond what I’d anticipated. While I really enjoyed making out
with Jacob, I wasn’t ready for sex with him. Intimacy shouldn’t be
rushed. I wanted to wait for the right one, for a committed
relationship. One-night stands weren’t in my vocabulary.
Besides, why give something away too
fast? Most guys moved on
after sex, right? Not that I suspected Jacob was that way. Besides, I
counted on him studying with me. Without his help, my chances of doing
well on finals for College Algebra and Physics were slim to none.
He slid his hands higher as his tongue
slipped down the length
of my neck, making my insides weak along with my self-restraint. A moan
rasped from my throat, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure that had been my
voice.
Could
going to bed with him be that bad?
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