My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 93

Evelyn

I heard the door click shut behind me, sending shivers down my spine. My breath came in uneven bursts, and my hair was a chaotic mess, courtesy of the winds that had rushed into the car as Jacob sped through the fifteen-minute drive in what felt like five minutes, or maybe even less. All I knew was—tonight he was not going to leave any inch of me untouched.

I had awakened the beast within him, and those mere five minutes of waiting had intensified his hunger to its peak.

No matter how familiar I was with Jacob and his unpredictable ways, I knew he would never cease to surprise me, and that thought...unnerved me.

Suddenly, his hand slid around my waist, and with a swift tug, he pressed me against the door, trapping me between his body and the frigid surface.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as his other hand encircled my throat, his warm fingers against my cold skin sending tantalizing shivers down my spine. It felt undeniably good, yet the proximity only heightened my nervousness.

I had struck a nerve by resisting him, and he wasn't about to let it slide – that was Jacob, always challenging, dominant, powerful, and utterly mesmerizing in all his sinful glory.

"Well, someone was feeling rather confident just a few moments ago," he murmured against my lips, a wicked smirk curving on his own. "So, where has all that confidence disappeared to?"

I mustered a weak response, "You mentioned you have something important to attend to tomorrow. Do you really think you'll be up to it without a good night's sleep?"

I knew it was a feeble attempt, but unless you were standing in my shoes, under the weight of his scorching gaze, surrounded by the allure of his cologne, you couldn't possibly claim immunity to his effects.

He emitted a low, throaty chuckle at my futile diversion before leaning in to brush his lips against my earlobe.

The heat seared through my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my fists at my sides in a futile attempt to ward off the shudder that threatened to overtake me. But then his words effortlessly swept away the last remnants of my resistance.

"I don't need to sleep early to wake up early, Evelyn. If that were the case, how could I attend your dad's tiresome functions even after spending the entire night fucking you, all raw?” His words left me trembling in his arms.

Those nights were something else…

Despite the risks, he had delved deep into me in every way imaginable.

"Now…Stop with the excuses and get on the bed," he commanded, his chest vibrating against mine. His authoritative tone only intensified the dampness between my thighs.

As he released his hold on me, I took a deep breath and began heading for the bed knowing I had no way to resist, but before I had even taken two steps, Jacob seized my wrist and yanked me close, my back colliding with his chest.

I arched back against him, feeling his large erection pressing against my ass.

"Do you think it can be that simple, baby?" He traced a daring path from my neck to my shoulder, where he allowed my sleeve to slide down, his fingers then moving to the zipper of my dress. His free hand crept around my hip, holding it firmly, his fingers digging into my hip bone, “It wouldn't be any fun if you walked in there fully dressed," he purred, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'd much rather prefer you completely naked, ready for me. Ready to fuck."

"Jacob..."

"Shh..." His hushed whisper silenced my protests as he deftly unzipped my dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. His hand moved to the clasp of my bra and effortlessly unhooked it, "Just do as I say, baby."

There wasn't much of a choice, really.

My mind may have resisted, but my aching body was more than willing to heed his commands.

My bra soon joined the dress on the floor. My breathing was quick and shallow, my skin ablaze with desire, and my heart ready to burst. I wanted him, but I understood that he wouldn't yield unless I submitted to his will.

"You're so wet, baby..." He slowly pulled down my panties, his hand trailing down from my stomach, eventually reaching my pussy where his fingers glided over my folds, spreading my own wetness. His touch made me even more damn and needy, “You're making it difficult for me not to fuck you right here."

Damn, Jacob and his words... They would be the death of me.

As much as I hated to admit it, it wasn't just Jacob's touch that turned me on, in fact, he'd barely touched me.

His words alone had the power to make me crumble...

"Please..." I managed to utter, my legs struggling to maintain their balance as I leaned against him, and the smirk on his face widened.