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SKYE

Sadness engulfs me when I wake up alone. Deep down, I knew that as dawn broke, it would shatter our embrace. The way he held me tight all night, as if I was his life-preserver, swaddling me like a big soft blanket, was everything I never knew I always needed.

I could stay wrapped in his loving arms for eternity.

Jacob’s turned my night into day, my push into pull, and my darkness into light.

With every visceral fiber of my being, all my body wants to do is seek him out.

Flinging back the bedcovers, I leap out of the giant hotel bed and welcome the day with a star-shaped stretch, feeling better than I have all week. Jacob and I have finally cleared the stale air between us. Moving into the lounge area, the faint sound of trickling water can be heard from the other side of the suite. My legs carry me toward the slightly ajar master bathroom door.

I can’t stop myself peeking through the gap.

Cascading water streams down over Jacob’s wide, muscular body, making his skin glisten under the light. I take this moment to watch him as he lathers up and washes every inch of his perfect skin.

His back is facing the door and my curiosity gets the better of me. I push the door open further and, like a cat on the prowl, I walk stealthily through the blanket of steam.

I want to see his tattoo up close again. It’s breathtaking.

As I reach the glass, I stop. My eyes take in every millimeter of artistry. I move closer still, trying to get a better look at the silhouette of a castle poking out of the sky-blue clouds. It looks like the castle at Castleview Cove. A sketchbook lies at the foot of the castle surrounded by snowdrops. Sitting smack bang in the middle of his shoulder blades are the words Whatever, However, Forever in elegant script lettering.

I lay my hand on the shower screen as if trying to touch it.

It looks like the hand lettering I’ve had on the pinboard in my office I did almost three years ago. It’s one of the many practice pieces I’ve created over the years.

“Is that my writing?” I cry out in shock, my voice suddenly loud in the quiet space.

He whips around. “Holy shit, Skye,” he shouts, throwing his hand to his chest.

I take a deep breath and point against the glass. “Is that my writing on your back?”

A subtle nod confirms it is.

“Jacob.” My voice is thick with a mix of emotions.

I summon all the willpower I have not to join him in the shower and show him how much I appreciate him. But I can’t. I have to stay here and respect his wishes to speak to Owen first.

“Who is that guy?” I point to the giant winged bird tattooed across the front of his chest.

“He’s much wiser than me and helps guide me.”

Damn, being good feels impossible right now.

His dark, soulful eyes burn my skin as he stares at me. Eventually, he lays his palm flat against mine on his side of the shower cubicle, our hands connected through the glass.

I step closer.

He stands, not moving.

My eyes drop down his body and for the first time I get a full-frontal view of every single hard inch of him and I have to swallow down a groan as I take him in.

His length hangs heavy between his thick thighs, and he’s big, surprisingly so. No wonder he displays big-dick energy… he has a huge one to back it up.

An eight-pack stomach, scattered with black tattoos that weave into thicker, blacker body art across his collar, pecs, and shoulders; he’s the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on… and he’s completely unaware of his hotness.

I force my inner good girl back into her box and unleash my inner bad one. I want him.

Stepping back, I pull the hem of my pink camisole over my head, then free my long locks from my tight buns, allowing my hair to spill across my shoulders and exposed breasts.

It’s the first time he’s ever seen me naked, and I watch as his breath hitches as he takes me in.

An electric current fills the room.

I slip my matching sleep shorts down my hips, letting them pool around my feet.

Desire intensifies in his dark eyes, heating my skin with his gaze. With his hand still on the glass, his other one grabs his now hard cock and he begins to stroke himself.

If only I could touch him.

“You have a beautiful body, Skye.”

“It’s yours,” I murmur as he fists himself faster, his biceps contracting with every jerk.

“Show me that pretty pussy.” His words are almost desperate.

Bringing my hand to my mouth, I suck hard on my finger, coating it to make it wet.

He lets out a long groan and leans his forehead against the glass.

Sailing my hand down my body, I gently part my lips and touch my clit, causing a moan to leave my throat. “Feels so good,” I gasp.

His eyes eat me up as he watches me circle my bundle of nerves over and over.

The head of his cock looks angry and about to blow as he continues to fuck himself with his hand.

I’m on the edge, about to explode myself.

A desperate sound from deep in his chest sends goosebumps across my body and I can feel my impending orgasm weave down my spine, coasting its way to my center.

“Come for me, Butterfly. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Imagine it’s my hand.”

I do as I’m told and place my fingers on either side of my lips in a V shape, exposing myself fully, and rub myself harder. With my other hand, I push my finger deep into my hot, wet core and slide it in and out, chasing my release.

Our labored breaths kick up a notch as the water continues to rain down on him.

“I’m so desperate to touch you.” The admission spilling from his mouth has me unraveling.

Jolts of desire take flight, my entire body needing the release. Watching his tight fist stroke his cock sends me over the edge as I imagine him inside my pussy.

I clench my eyes shut until his commanding voice demands me to do the opposite. “Look at me when you come.”

My eyes fly open and connect with his through the glass as we fuck ourselves to completion.

With feral groans, he roars his release.

His eyes never leave mine as he shoots his load all over his hand.

Gasping.

Panting.

Fogging up the glass.

I cry out as my own release hits me with full force. Back arching, I can’t stop the best orgasm I’ve ever had tearing through my entire body.

Skin flushed, his body jerks a few more times and the wild tension that’s been building between us eases a little as we descend.

Together.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined doing that with him.

“Taste yourself.” His eyes fall on my lips as I push my fingers into my mouth.

I’ve never done this before.

“Lick every drop,” he demands, his chest still heaving. “I can’t wait to lick that sweet pussy and taste you for myself.”

I’m desperate for him to touch me, and then to touch and taste him, too.

I stand waiting to be told what to do, but he heads back under the water to clean himself up. Once he’s washed his cock, he doesn’t look at me as he scrubs his face and hair.

I take several steps back.

Is he regretting what we did?

“We didn’t break any rules. You didn’t touch me.” I begin to panic.

“In my head, I was fucking touching you.” He smirks, his face not showing an ounce of regret. Oh, thank goodness.

I turn to leave, but his words stop me. “Where do you think you’re going? Get back and stand right where you were.” He points to the other side of the glass then turns the shower off and quickly wraps a towel around his waist.

“So all this is mine?” He motions up and down my body with his pointer finger when I return to the spot I was just standing in.

“When the time is right, yes.”

“And in the meantime?”

“Also yours. I don’t want anyone else.”

He steps out of the shower, and, with hunger in his eyes, he looks me up and down. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

I shake my head.

“When I do get my hands on you, I won’t be letting you leave my bedroom for a week. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and you’re gonna love it. After I’ve fucked you the way we both need, I will make love to you like you deserve, and baby, I’m gonna make you fall in love with me as much as I love you.”

I think I’m already there.

He steps closer to me and asks, “Do my tattoos make you wet for me?”

I like his cheeky side. A nervous giggle that’s been stuck in my throat filters out, echoing off the bathroom walls. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’ll be walking about naked for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t think the people of London will like that.”

“But you will.” He winks.

Facts.

A question narrows his eyes. “If, and I hate to say his name after what we just did, but if Owen gives us his blessing, can you save yourself for me until then? I don’t want another man’s hands on you. Not ever.” His muscled jaw tics when he finishes speaking and clenches together as if in pain.

“Will you do the same for me? No more Verity?”

“Consider it done.”

“I don’t want anyone else but you.” My honest words spill from my lips easily.

“Fuck, you might actually be mine,” he mumbles as if he can’t believe any of this is happening… and he’s not the only one.

“You need to speak with Owen as soon as we get back.”

“I’ve already texted him asking to meet up.”

I goofily smile at him. “It’s gonna work out, right?”

“I fucking hope so, or we both die lonely deaths, and that delicious body that was made for mine will go untouched.” He looks me up and down and rubs his towel-covered cock with the palm of his hand. “But you need to go and get ready. I have tickets for us for the Tate Modern. We are getting a private tour today, and afterward, a matinee showing of Hamilton .”

“We are?” I can’t contain my glee as my smile hurts my cheeks.

“Yes, now let me watch as you wiggle that beautiful ass across the room and go put on some of those sexy socks that make me hard for you.”

I step back, grab my clothes off the tiled floor, and skip away. “Good morning, Jacob.” I throw him a cheeky smile back over my shoulder before I slip from the room.

“It’s better than good.”