Chapter 35
I look out at the city lights for a moment, though Jacob’s caresses are distracting me, making my vision blur with lust. When he pinches my nipples, I tip my head back and close my eyes, arching into the touch, begging wordlessly for more. When his hand slips beneath my waistband, I lose myself in the sheer heat, and my begging is no longer wordless but an endless, stuttering succession of pleading as I grind and thrust and twist against him, shameless as an alley cat.
His fingers are nimble and yet firm, his skin hot against mine, and it is only moments before I am gasping and limp in his grasp, my clothes sticky and wet with my come.
When I have recovered enough that I can stand alone, he withdraws a little. “I should go,” he says.
I nod, still a little shaky. “I should get home to the fiancé,” I say.