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Chapter 15

Jacob

W ith every inch of space closing between us, my heart hammers louder, almost drowning out the pounding of the rain on the pavement.

She steps aside, and I slip in, the door closing behind us with a soft click.

Right now, I can't shake the image of her struggling with the keys, the curve of her belly.

And I can't wait another second.

Before she can say a word, I cup her face in my hands and kiss her.

It's nothing like the longing, cautious pecks we've shared in the past. In Nonna's house. In New York.

No. This kiss is demanding. Desperate, even. It’s a testament to all the words we’ve left unsaid for years.

Gabi's lips part in surprise, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she melts into me, her hands finding their place on my chest.

There's a subtle shift in the air between us.

Now that I know—now that I know she's carrying my child—there's no standing on ceremony. No keeping a distance.

The floodgates are open, and there's no holding back.

We pull apart, and I rest my forehead against hers, both of us catching our breath.

"I'm sorry, Gabs. I'm sorry I didn't wise up sooner," I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath.

"Jacob," she breathes, and it's all the confirmation I need.

We have a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out, but for now, in this moment, everything else fades away.

I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes, and smile. "Gabi," I say softly, "can you show me to your bedroom?"

Her eyes widen for a split second before a playful smirk tugs at the corners of her lips. "Straight to the point, aren't we?"

"Hey, it's been a long day."

She tilts her head, considering, then nods. Gabi gestures. "Up the stairs, first door on the left."

Grabbing her hand, I lead her up the stairs, each step echoing the beating of my heart. When we reach the door, I pause, taking a deep breath before opening it and stepping inside, tugging her gently by the hand.

The room is cozy and smells faintly of her—lavender and sensuality.

Turning to face her, I pull her close again, and all the unspoken emotions between us swirl in the air, like a promise of what’s to come.

I take a moment to drink her in, the way she looks at me with so much trust and something else, something deeper. My hand trembles slightly as I cup her cheek, my thumb tracing over her soft skin.

"Gabs, sweetheart. I'd be kicking myself for eternity if I don't say it." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Truth is, I'm shit without you. And I know I don't deserve you. But if you give me a chance, I swear I'll do everything in my power to make it up to you and be the man you deserve."

She looks at me with tears in her eyes, but a small smile on her lips. "I've been waiting for you to wise up, Jacob Walker."

"Took me long enough. Honestly, I still don't know if I'm wise enough yet. Because all I can think about is making love to you right now."

She laughs, a beautiful sound that fills the room. "Well then, Mr. Walker, I think you should stop thinking and start doing."

And with that, she pulls me toward her, sealing our lips in a passionate kiss that ignites every inch of my body.

Slowly, carefully, I reach for the hem of her shirt, my fingers brushing her skin. My hands freeze as I look into her pine-green eyes.

"Is this okay?" I ask softly, needing her to know that she's in control.

Her hands cover mine, guiding me to lift the fabric over her head. "Yes," she breathes, her gaze searching mine. "It's more than okay."

I slide the jersey over her head and let it drop to the floor, revealing that special shimmer in her eyes. Her maternity jeans, however, are going to require a little more finesse.

I chuckle softly. "These bad boys have some serious engineering."

"Stop analyzing and start removing, Jacob," she teases.

I get to work, gently unbuttoning and easing the jeans down her hips, savoring the feel of her warm skin under my hands. As the denim pools at her feet, I take my time, kissing along her collarbone, her shoulders, and down to her waist.

Her breath hitches with each touch, and it's pure music to my ears.

Then, finally, I find myself kneeling, my lips brushing against her rounded belly. I plant a tender kiss on her pregnant stomach.

She runs her fingers through my hair, and I look up to see her eyes shining with love and something magical that I can't quite put into words.

Just as I move to slide the straps of her cotton bra off her shoulders, I notice a blush creeping up from her neck to her cheeks, her demeanor shifting into a shyness that tugs at my heart.

I pause and look into her eyes, finding a warmth there that matches the heat in my chest.

“Hey,” I whisper, brushing my fingers against her cheek. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She looks down, biting her lip, and I can’t help but smile. “Gabi." I exhale. "You’re fucking breathtaking. Your soft skin. Those eyes that drive me wild—you’re the very definition of sensuous.”

I gently coax her chin up with a finger, ensuring she sees the adoration in my eyes. “Every single inch of you is a masterpiece."

I continue to slowly, reverently, slide her bra down, my gaze never leaving hers. She shivers, but it’s not from the cold.

I let my hands travel down her sides to her panties, slipping my fingers under the fabric.

“You don’t ever need to hide from me,” I assure her. “You’re my everything.”

Gabi’s breath is shaky, but she nods, letting out a small, shy smile. I lean in and place a feather-light kiss on her lips before pulling back to catch my breath.

My hands move to my own clothes—a white T-shirt and gray sweats, both a little worse for wear but currently the least of my concerns.

Just as I start to tug my shirt over my head, Gabi’s hands slip in to help, her fingers brushing against my skin. It feels like electricity, her touch firing up every nerve ending.

With a gentle pull, she helps me out of my shirt, her hands lingering on my chest for a moment before drifting down to the waistband of my sweats, her touch both confident and shy.

Her fingers are working their magic, sliding my sweats down with the kind of deliberate slowness that borders on torture but is oh-so addictive.

Soon enough, they pool around my ankles, and I step out, standing there stark naked.

The cool air of the room hits my skin, but all I can feel is the warmth radiating from where Gabi's fingers touch. My cock stands at full attention, pointing due north, eager and ready.

“Get on the bed,” I say, my voice huskier than usual. Gabi climbs onto the sheets, settling on her knees, and I can't help but chuckle.

“Remember that pink dildo I found in New York?” The words spill out with a teasing grin. “Who knew I’d be so jealous of a piece of silicone?”

Gabi lets out a laugh, glancing back at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “Well,” she teases right back, “I've got the real thing right here. Silicone doesn’t stand a chance.”

I step up behind her, my hands gliding over her smooth skin, positioning myself, feeling every inch of tension and anticipation coil between us.

“True,” I murmur, leaning in, positioning myself at her entrance. “I'll make sure the real thing is infinitely better."

With one smooth thrust, I slide into her, and it's like a rush of heat that fills both of us instantly.

Gabi lets out a moan that sends heat right to my groin. Letting out a low groan in response, my hands instinctively grip her hips, giving me the leverage I need to delve deeper.

The rhythm we find is instinctual—primal.

Each movement is a dance of give and take, a symphony of gasps, moans, and whispered names.

Gabi's skin is warm under my hands, my touch trailing up her back, memorizing every curve and dip. The look she gives me over her shoulder is enough to drive me wild—eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open in pleasure and anticipation.

“Faster,” she pants, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

The pace quickens, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with the soft hum of the air conditioner and our increasingly ragged breaths.

In this moment, all that matters is the connection between us, the electric current that seems to spark with every thrust, every whispered word.

It’s blissfully chaotic. Wonderfully intense. Deliciously agonizing.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“God, you're so perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. “Every part of you drives me wild.” I thrust deeper, feeling her tighten around me, and it’s like a jolt of electricity zipping up my spine. “You feel so good, Gabi. So fucking good,” I groan, my grip on her hips tightening.

Her breaths are coming quicker now, little gasps and whimpers that fuel the fire in my veins.

“Do you know what you do to me?” I murmur into her ear, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin. “Every time I see you, it’s like I have to have you. You’re mine, Gabi. Always.”

Her moans escalate, her back arching in response to my words.

I can tell she’s close, and I’m determined to push her over the edge. My wrist might be fractured, but I thank the heavens that my fingers still work.

Slipping a hand between her legs, I find her clit, circling it with my fingers.

“Come for me, baby. Let go. I want to feel you come around me,” I whisper, each word punctuated by a thrust, my body moving in perfect sync with hers.

The intensity is overwhelming, and I know I’m not going to last much longer either.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I grunt, feeling her walls clench around me, telling me she’s on the brink. The sight of her coming undone beneath me is almost too much to bear.

“Come for me, Gabi," I demand. "Now.”

The last word is a roar, and she shatters around me. Gabi's moans fill the room as her orgasm rips through her.

The sight, the sound, the feel of her.

It’s my undoing. And with a final, deep thrust, I follow her into bliss.

We collapse onto the bed, completely spent, my heart hammering against my ribcage. There's a moment of silence filled only with our heavy breathing, then I gather Gabi into my arms.

My body fits the line of hers as I hold her from behind.

I inhale, blowing out a breath that's unsteady. "Great workout, huh?" I murmur into her hair, my voice laced with a teasing tone. "I think we burned a few calories."

She laughs softly, her body shaking with the sound. "Yeah, who needs the gym when you have me, right?"

I grin, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. "Absolutely. You put my fitness routine to shame."

"Careful, Jacob. If you keep talking like that, you just might inspire a second round."

"Oh, I'm counting on it." I make sure to wrap my arms tighter around her. "Gotta keep in shape, right?"

We lie there, bodies entwined, reveling in the post-climax glow. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional shared chuckle.

But soon, I feel the unmistakable stirrings of my desire returning. My body pressing closer to Gabi’s, I realize she can feel it too.

She wiggles her bare ass against me, and my hardening length turns to veritable steel.

"Jacob..." she whispers.

Her voice trails off as she feels the evidence of my growing arousal against her.

I laugh softly, brushing my lips against the shell of her soft ear. "Well, looks like your 'inspiration' worked a bit quicker than expected. You know...if we keep this up, I might need a membership to the Gabi Gym.”

She snorts, rolling her eyes even though I can’t see it. “Oh, really? And what’s the membership fee for such an exclusive establishment?”

“Just one of your world-famous massages." My hand slides up to cup her tender breast, feeling the warmth under my palm. “I hear they’re life changing.”

“Mmm, guess you’ll have to work for it,” she quips, arching her back slightly to press her ass more snugly against me.

“Happily,” I murmur, squeezing her breast gently as I align myself with her wet, inviting entrance.

I tease her, gliding just the tip of my cock through her slick folds. I play with her until she gasps, her breath hitching, making my grin widen.

“You’re such a tease,” she whispers, voice trembling slightly with need.

“Well, I’ve got to keep things interesting, don’t I?” Without further ado, I slowly sink into her again, groaning at the incredible feeling of being enveloped by her tight, hot sheath. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started, so hold on. This is going to be an even better ride."