Can't Stand To See You Cry (Jacob)

Chapter 28

Renesmee climbed off the bed, never breaking the kiss as she moved in front of Jacob. She tangled her fingers in his hair, longing to push him back on the bed and get closer to him. She leaned in further as she stood above him and twisted the sheets on either side of him in frustration. She growled as she nipped as his mouth and he couldn't help but notice how worked up she was.

He pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to hers, his smirk undeniable. "You okay?"

Renesmee bit down on her lower lip and nodded. She slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and gripped him roughly. She sighed, "I'm just wanna do bad things to you."

Jacob smiled widely, sighing as he wrapped her in a tight hug. "Me too, Baby. Me too."

She grinned against his neck, then kissed him softly up to his earlobe and breathed, "It's so hard to be good with you."

He gripped her backside roughly and breathed her in. "I'd kill for some privacy. I swear if we get walked in on one more time..."

She laughed lightly as she nibbled his ear, gently at first and then a little harder. He tipped his head as she whispered throaty moans into his ear. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed her back gently. "Let's go."

Renesmee watched him as he pulled into the bathroom and shut the door behind them. "Too many windows out there," he growled as she looked up at him with a questioning gaze.

She murmured in agreement, pressing him back against the closed door and running her hands all over his bare chest. Their lips found each other again, bodies pressed impossibly close, hands everywhere.

When he began to shake, she worried about him being able to stand for very long. Per their earlier conversation, she didn't vocalize her concerns, she simply pulled him toward the sink, pushing him to lean against it for support.

He allowed this, thankful for the break. His heart was thudding in his chest and his body felt weak, but he had no intention of stopping. He loved every bit of this. She wasn't worrying over him or fearing for his recovery, she was just treating him like she had before, with a desire they had just begun to explore.

They were both panting now, tongues dueling and fingers exploring. Renesmee gripped the sides of his thin pants, digging her nails in, using every last bit of self-control she had not to strip him naked.

He, in turn, slid his hands up under the back of her shirt, fingers flirting with the bottom edge of her bra. "Take it off," she mumbled against his mouth.

Jacob froze, holding his breath in nothing but sheer fright. He backed away from her, his dark eyes blazed with desire as he looked down at her. "What?" she breathed.

When he finally started breathing again, she smiled shyly at him, lifting her fingers to the buttons at the top of her shirt and began touching them in a teasing way. "Should I..." she offered, unbuttoning the first one and working her way down.

He watched her undo one after another until she reached the bottom. When she lifted her shaky hands to slide the garment off of her body, he finally moved again, covering her hands with hers. "Don't," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

She tensed slightly, pulling her shirt closed once more. He laughed lightly as gripped the fabric roughly and opened it. "I was enjoying the view," he mumbled in a husky voice.

Renesmee gazed up at him with confusion in her eyes. "But you don't want me to take it off?"

"No," he uttered hesitantly.

"Why?" she breathed, her fingers absently toying with clasp on the front of her pink satin lace-trim bra.

Jacob gripped the edge of the counter tightly and tried to steady his breathing. "Well..." he began, never letting his eyes leave all smooth creamy skin before him. "I...I don't think I could handle it right now."