Red

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Rhiannon

I couldn't stop myself from staring at the beautiful head of hair she had after her little confession. There was no mistaking what that meant. Jacob had never once mentioned his mother being ill; in fact, he hadn't mentioned family at all really. Something that definitely didn't surprise me now I knew this. The only thing I knew, was that his dad wasn't around and he was a prick. He'd mentioned that briefly before changing the subject a few weeks ago.

But his mother. She's battled a life changing illness and looks flawless. You would never think this woman had lost her hair and almost her life, when looking at her. She had few wrinkles surrounding her eyes, perfect skin, and - again, may I mention - her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Honey blonde. I presumed from that observation that Jacob got his sexy dark hair from his father. Shame, because it really is a sexy load of hair.

I mentally slap myself for turning my heartbreaking thoughts about his mother, into a sex dream starring me, him and his kitchen counters. Not these ones, because that would be weird. No, I want so bad to be bent over his, huge hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me-

Stop! Clearly I need to take myself to the bathroom and physically- not mentally - slap myself. My mental attempt wasn't good enough. And to make matters worse, his mother is staring at me. Oh fuck, did I say something out loud about how much I want her son?

I look between the two of them, noticing that Jacob is holding back a smile and giggle. Oh no. What did I do?

"Mom was just asking you if you like carrots." He explained, unable to fight his giggle. I'm not sure what's so funny, but I smiled bright and said yes anyway.

When his mother turned around to finish dinner, I eyed him suspiciously.

"Caught you red handed, baby." He whispered, pulling me into the lounge where it was empty. It was beautifully decorated, clearly a woman's home, with greys and pinks blended appropriately around the room. It was my dream lounge.

"What did I do?" I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.

"Next time you want to think something sexual about me, remember I know you very well." He grabbed my tightly, his hand landing on his favourite spot - my ass.

My eyes widened at his comment, how could he possibly know?

He laughed at my mute response and widened eyes. "You were biting your lip, just like you do when you're about to jump on me." He laughed again, roughly gripping my curls at the back of his head. "But I don't mind, I kinda like it. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to imagine those things while having dinner at my mothers."

By then, I knew he was messing with me. He was trying to embarrass me on purpose. I swatted his shoulder, pushing him away, but failing to do so when he grabbed me and lifted me up.

"Put me down!" My legs wrapped around his waist, as closed the door from the lounge to the kitchen.

"No way, I want a taste of you."

I had no chance to respond, before his lips connected with mine and made a sweet attack on them. I say sweet because despite the roughness of his amazing kisses, they really were full of love and meaning. They made my body sizzle with excitement and need for him.

As I let a small moan escape down his throat, I realised this wasn't the place to soak my panties and rub them against his hard cock. As much as I loved that particular friction, we couldn't do it. I pushed away, which took more effort than I thought it would, and lowered my legs from around him.

"You're such a tease!" I accused, smacking my index finger into his hard chest.

A sexy rumble vibrated from his chest as he laughed, shooting from my finger to my panties. This man. I really needed to change my underwear, but with no other options, I was stuck drowning in my own desire and need. So I decided to tell him, knowing it would drive him crazy all night.