My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 15

Evelyn

Restlessness consumed me as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to get any sleep.

After meeting Clara and Dad, enduring a long conversation with Clara and enduring Dad's lecture on 'A million reasons why not to drink alcohol,' I returned to my room hours ago. But sleep seemed to elude me completely.

My sleep schedule was fucked up, and my mind was consumed by thoughts of Jacob.

Was it wrong to long for his presence once again?

Perhaps it was, or perhaps it wasn't. Regardless, I was deeply troubled by this newfound forbidden addiction.

I'm addicted to him. I definitely am.

A groan escaped my lips as I abruptly sat up in bed. These past few hours had made it abundantly clear that sleep was an elusive companion, for Jacob refused to vacate my thoughts.

However, did I even want him to be out of my thoughts? It was a constant internal debate because I genuinely loved dwelling on thoughts of him. There was a strange sense of peace I found whenever his face appeared in my mind's eye.

I rose from the bed and reached for my robe, slipping it on over my short-sleeveless nightgown.

Well...there was no point in hiding my intentions anymore. It was clear where I was headed—Jacob's room, for the sake of my own sanity.

I headed out of the room, closing it shut behind me.

And soon enough, I found myself standing before the door to his room.

Deep down, I knew it might not be the best time. He could be fast asleep or perhaps wide awake, although the latter seemed less likely. Nevertheless, my determination outweighed any potential obstacles, and I mustered the courage to knock on his door.

No response came, the silence indicating that he might be fast asleep.

Seconds away from resigning myself to return to my room due to my impatience, the door suddenly swung open, revealing the very man I had come seeking, shirtless, I might add.

Okay, so the lack of response didn't mean he was asleep after all. It was simply his way of swiftly opening the door.

"Evelyn..." he breathed out, acknowledging my presence.

"I couldn't sleep."

Unbeknownst to me, a blush crept up my cheeks.

Why did this man have such a profound effect on me?

Jacob raised an eyebrow in response to my statement, his eyes leisurely scanning my body.

"Why?" he asked, as I'd anticipated.

"I don't know."

"Perhaps... I have an idea," he spoke, stepping aside to invite me into his room. "Come inside."

I could swear that every hair on my body stood on end like needles the moment he uttered those words. Surreal sensations washed over me in an instant. Nevertheless, I gathered my composure and walked into his room.

He closed the door behind us, locking it securely. Without wasting a moment, he picked me up by my thighs and pressed me against that very door, his mouth latching on my neck.

Holy!

A gasp left my mouth, soon turning into a moan of pleasure as he left open-mouthed kisses on my skin, sucking and kissing his way down to my collarbone. He ground his bulge against me making me wet.

I grabbed onto his shoulder for support, my other hand fisted his hair. My legs hooked around his waist and tightened to pull him even close, to satisfy the need for friction.

"It was a wise choice to come here. Because I was unable to sleep too," He withdrew his lips from my skin and whispered against my lips, "And I know my reasons well." His eyes looked at me with hunger causing my skin to tingle with desire.

"Why are you doing to me, Evelyn?" He asked, brushing his thumb over my lips.

Damn, my name sounded so good from his mouth.

"Kiss me," I managed to utter, and in that very instant, his lips crashed against mine.