My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 83

Evelyn

A loud gasp slipped past my lips as I looked at the mirror. My entire neck was covered with his love love-bites, profoundly evident. This man.....

"This is so not fair, Jacob! You know the wedding is tomorrow, and you've covered my whole neck with these marks," I groaned as I examined the marks, my fingertips brushing over them, they didn't hurt but still, this wasn't fair, "It's going to take a while to cover them up."

Jacob rolled onto his front on the bed, looking at me with a grin—he was proud of his artwork. And god must be proud of his, because as I watched him, I couldn't help but just watch....

His chiseled body was half-covered by the sheets, the other half exposed, giving a very good view of half of his well-defined butt, and the sunlight streaming through the open curtains seemed to caress his form, his jawline seemed ever sharper from this angle and his eyes, they shone like diamonds.

The entire universe appeared to conspire against me, for why else everything, like every single fucking thing, even this goddamn evening light of the settling sun would conspire to make him look even more irresistible?

Fuck! Now, it was even harder to stay mad at him when I knew that I'd absolutely enjoyed it when he left those marks on my skin, taking his own sweet time.

"You should have expected this when I was fucking you in every conceivable position—front, back, on fours, and so on..." he chuckled huskily, "And trust me, that was just the least. You can't blame me, though...look at you." He raised himself ever so slightly to get an even better view, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he admired my naked body, lust shading his beautiful spheres, "Even now, I just want to devour you whole. Raw."

Well...he did me raw countless times and now here he was, acting like a cannibal.

"We just had sex minutes ago, Jacob," I rolled my eyes and moved toward the bed to pick up his shirt. I wanted to cover my body, knowing I didn't have much self-control around him, and he had a way of driving me wild with just a few words, and now that he was looking at me that way...with such hunger, I might have lost it just like him.

But as I reached for his shirt on the floor, Jacob had other plans. He swiftly seized my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed, hovering over me in seconds. A gasp escaped my lips as I looked up at him with wide eyes—shit, how did he manage to do that so effortlessly? In the blink of an eye, he had me beneath him.

He seemed like some sort of irresistible deity; A god—if a beautiful face and a breathtaking motherfuckingly attractive physique could make someone god, he was a god—the greatest of all.

"I'm hungry, Evelyn," he purred, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone as he leaned in and buried his nose in the crook of my neck. My naked body tingled beneath his, and his strong chest pressed against mine, causing my nipples to harden.

Well, it looked like I was about to lose my resolve once more. But did I mind it? No. Not even the slightest bit.

"We...we can," I struggled to find my words under his intoxicating gaze, "We can order something. Maybe pasta?"

Another husky chuckle escaped his lips, and his warm breath tantalizingly caressed my face. Every cell of his being aware of the power he had over me and I knew, he planned to take full advantage of it. He always had.

"What kind of hunger do you think I have right now, Evie?" He brushed away a stray strand of hair from my face, his index finger tracing a path down my neck and cleavage, where his other fingers freely joined and moved toward my lower abdomen. Just before they reached their destination, I attempted to press my thighs together, but he was already between them and he didn't have the intention to let me cover a single part of me from him.

My breathing quickened, and I nervously licked my bottom lip. I wasn't sure I had much energy left, but as much as his eyes said that he wanted to dive again, mine said the same.

"You're stuck, baby," he grinned, then leaned in and took my nipple into his mouth. His warm mouth and tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, and within seconds, he left me wet and aching.