I’m hot.  I’m scorching; yet, I shiver from the feel of his hands on me, of his lips on mine.  I’m burning and numb, but I feel perfect.

Jacoby moans as he lowers his hand into my pants to cup my ass.  “So fucking perfect,” he breathes against my mouth before lowering his lips to my neck.

“I’ve never been as lonely,” I moan quietly, “as I was without you.  Ah!” I cry out when he slides one thick finger through my wetness.

“You’ll never be lonely again.”

I grind my body against his intruding fingers in the most enticing way.  “I need you.  Please, Jacoby.”  My fingers tangle with his messy locks, pulling his mouth back to mine.  I slowly stroke his tongue with my own before sucking it into my mouth.  The moan I elicit begins deep in his chest, the vibrations of it bouncing against my own.

“Then take me,” he grunts as I grind down on his fingers again.

As good as he feels caressing the most sensitive part of me, I suddenly have an idea.  Something I haven’t been able to do with him considering our intimate relationship had been relatively short.

Using the element of surprise, and no small amount of strength, I slam my mouth back down on his and twist my body, forcing us to switch position and his back to crash against the wall.  I leave one hand tangled in his hair and quickly work the button on his slacks with the other one.  When they come undone, I slowly lower the zipper and reach into his boxer briefs to grip his hard erection.

“Holy shit, Sweetheart.  That feels incredible.”

I smile against his lips, knowing it’s about to hit a whole other level.

Carefully, I drop to my knees in front of him, and before he can react, I lower my mouth over his hard flesh.  I glide my tongue from base to tip before swirling it gently around the head.  Jacoby’s hands slide into my hair when I repeat the motion again before beginning a slow sucking rhythm.

“Fuck.  You feel so good,” he grunts.  His hips thrust along with the motion of my mouth like he wants to keep as much contact as possible.

My lips and tongue move up and down the smooth, silky skin of his shaft that is now completely lubricated with my saliva.  I add my hand to the motion, tugging and twisting with the same speed as my mouth.  The salty sweet taste of him has me moaning around his erection, my own ache beginning to rise between my legs.

“Just like that.  Just like that,” Jacoby chants on a hiss of breath.  I peek up at him behind my eyelashes and can see his teeth are clenched tight, and a muscle is jumping in his jaw.  The sight and sounds make me feel powerful.  I’ve never felt as triumphant with my blade as I do right now.

“I need more of you.”  Before the words register my desired filled brain, Jacoby grasps me beneath my armpits and hauls me to my feet.  Abruptly, he spins me so I’m facing away from him, yanks my jeans and thong down my legs, and bends me over the nearest desk with a hand between my shoulder blades.  Besides that small amount of contact, he isn’t touching me, and I’m panting as he crushes my breasts to the desk.  God, just the knowledge that he’s about to fuck me is making my already wet core, dripping.

However, I let out a shocked shriek when it isn’t his shaft sliding along my core, but his tongue.  Jacoby glides his tongue in and out of my wet folds while his lips nip and suck at my flesh.  My legs begin to shake, and I grip the edges of the desk so I don’t topple onto the floor.

“Jacoby, please,” I whimper when the sensation becomes too much.

He nips the inside of my thigh with his teeth, and I groan.

“Quiet.”

“Jac—Oh!”  Using his hands on my hips, Jacoby yanks my lower body towards his face until I’m up on my tip toes, my torso flush to the desk.  He buries his face between my thighs and plunges his tongue inside of me in a rapid rhythm.

My legs are shaking, my sex quivering, and my head is somewhere floating between the ozone and the thermosphere when it hits me.

“I’m c-coming,” I cry and sink my teeth into my lip to keep from screaming loudly.  My body trembles from head to toe, and before I’ve even fully come down, I feel Jacoby slowly pushing his way inside me.  “Oh God, yes,” I groan at the fullness.

“I’ve missed the sounds you make when you come,” he whispers in my ear as he pulls all the way out and slowly pushes back inside causing me to whimper.  “The way you tremble.”  Out.  In.  “I’ve missed your smart mouth.”  Out.  In.  “Your beautiful laugh.”

One of his arms is slung diagonally across my chest, the other wrapped around my hips.  I lean back, more secure in his hold, before threading both my hands through each of his.  His arms squeeze me tighter against his body, and his lips trail down my neck, back up to my ear while he continues his leisurely pace.

“I missed protecting you.”  Out.  In.  “Drying your tears.”  Out.  In.  “But most of all,” he begins, nipping my earlobe before running the light stubble of his cheeks along my neck causing goose bumps to erupt along my skin.  “I’ve fallen in love with you.  And I left without letting you know.”

Tears track silently down my cheeks as I revel in all the pleasure this man brings to me.  My heart has never felt so full, my body not once as sated.  I twist my head back to look him in the eyes.

“You love me?”

“Yes, Sweetheart.  I love you.”  His face is open and honest, and I’ve never been more certain he’s telling me the truth.  “I needed to get my head on straight.  But now that I have you here,” he lifts a hand to gently caress my temple.  “And here,” our hands threaded at my waist give me a squeeze while he slides in and out with a bit more tempo.  “I never want to let you go from here.”  Jacoby lifts our right hands around my waist until they’re both pressed against his chest over his heart.

“Then don’t let me,” I whisper back as the friction between my legs increases.  He makes me feel so incredibly good that I can feel it building again.

“I won’t,” he grunts, picking up the pace.  “I don’t expect you to say it back until you’re ready.  Just wanted.”  Grunt.  “You to know.”  Grunt.  “How I feel.”

Oh God.  My walls begin to clench around him.  “Make me feel it, too,” I pant.

“I plan on it.”

So hot.  So beautiful.  My body stiffens and begins to shake.

“Fuck, Tatum.  Come with me.  I’m waiting for you.”

His words, the rough, husky edge of his voice, are all it takes for me to shatter in his arms.

“Yes, baby.  Never better.  Never.”

We come down slowly together.  I’m clutching the desk for fear of crumbling to the ground, and Jacoby has is face buried in my hair just breathing in my scent.

“Meet me at my house in twenty minutes.  You leave first and I’ll be right behind you.”

I don’t even have to consider his request.  At this point, there’s only one answer that matters.  “I’ll see you there.”

Jacoby kisses the side of my head before letting me go.  We both right our clothing and exchange shy grins with one another.  A swarm of butterflies take flight in my stomach.  For the first time in a really long time, I feel like I’m going to be okay.  I give him one last lingering smile before I slip out the door and head toward his place.  I know we have some less-than-happy topics to discuss, but I don’t have the usual feeling of dread.  In fact, I feel lighter than I have as far as I can remember.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE  

Jacoby

“Will you tell me about her?”

Tatum and I are curled up in my bed about two hours after our reconnection in my classroom.  For the rest of my employment there, I will never be able to walk into that room without a smile teasing at my lips.  Just thinking about what we did has me getting aroused all over again.

We’ve been lying here fully clothed since I met her at my house and found her in my room, lying on my bed waiting for me.  As much as I wanted to lay her down for round two, I knew we had to talk.  Both of us had secrets to get out and the sooner that happened, the sooner we could move on.