He backed away from me and grinned, and I watched as he yanked his briefs down. His cock stood at attention, and I gazed at his magnificent hardness. He lay back down next to me and kissed my cheek as his fingers once again played with my nipples.
“I knew you’d taste like heaven,” he whispered in my ear before kissing me again.
“You have a way with your tongue,” I whispered against his lips, and moaned as I felt his fingers between my legs again. “Oooh.” I spread my legs as his fingers rubbed my clit.
“You’re already wet again,” he groaned as he continued playing with me. He repositioned his body, and I felt his cock between my legs. He kissed me again hard, and my body exploded in pleasure as I felt his tongue in my mouth, at the same time he started pinching my nipples. His fingers then left my nipples and moved down toward his cock. He grabbed it and placed it at my entrance and rubbed the tip of his cock against me gently. I squirmed beneath him and he groaned. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispered in my ear, and I felt the tip of him enter me slowly. I froze, and my eyes popped open in fear. As badly as I wanted him, this didn’t feel right. My body wanted him, but my brain still wasn’t sure if I trusted him. There had been too many revelations that had come out recently. I didn’t want to sleep with him and regret it. I was a romantic at heart, and while I wanted to feel him inside me, I wasn’t sure that now was the right time. He looked at me for a second and then withdrew his cock from me and groaned.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and leaned over and ran my fingers down his chest.
“Don’t be sorry,” he groaned, and closed his eyes. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Thank you.” I reached up to kiss him, and he pulled me into his arms.
“No, thank you.” He kissed the top of my forehead, and I snuggled into his chest and closed my eyes. The fact that I hadn’t had to ask him to stop made me feel more comfortable with him. The fact that he’d known from a look on my face that I wasn’t ready spoke words to me. He was in tune with my feelings, and he respected me enough to not try to talk me into it. I lay in his arms knowing that I wasn’t a complete and utter fool. Jakob was a good guy. I knew it in my soul. Though, that didn’t stop me from thinking about Steve. Why hadn’t Jakob seemed more worried about his disappearance? And what role did both of them play in our being here? I felt my calmness seeping out as I lay there listening to Jakob snoring. I was no closer to finding out what had happened to my mother. In fact, I was even farther away than I had been when I’d first found my father’s letter.
Eight
“Wakey, wakey, sleepy Bianca.” Jakob’s warm voice whispered in my ear, and I stretched out and smiled. “I have breakfast for you.” His voice spoke again; this time I felt the tip of his tongue tickling my inner ear.
“Morning.” I opened my eyes slowly and saw Jakob’s face a mere inch from mine. “Oh.” I blinked rapidly as my eyes focused in on his lips.
“Good sleep?”
“Yes.” I nodded and smiled.
“Hungry?”
“Absolutely.”
“Limited vocabulary?” He grinned, and I sat up and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not even going to respond.” I stretched my arms and reached for my bra.
“You don’t have to put that on. I bet that won’t be feeling too comfortable right now.” Jakob’s face reminded me of a lascivious wolf, and I ignored him.
“Thanks for your concern.” I laughed as I slipped on my bra. “You got up and brought breakfast to me?” I stared at the fruits lying on the large green palm leaf. “That was really thoughtful of you.”
“You looked so peaceful lying there. I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”
“Who knew you had a heart?”
“Don’t get used to it.” He sat down next to me. “After last night I wanted to make sure you got a good rest.”
“I almost forgot we weren’t here by choice.” I gave him a small smile. “And how much I hate the wilderness.”
“It’s not so bad when we have nights like last night.” He handed me a peeled banana. “Try this; it’s firm and sweet.”
“Thank you.” I took it from his hands and nibbled on it. “It’s delicious.” I gobbled up the rest of the banana greedily and then licked my lips. “Best breakfast I’ve had in a long while.”
“Do you enjoy breakfast, then?” He sat back and watched me as I reached for another banana. I felt slightly self-conscious that he was just sitting there watching me eat, but I soon got over it.
“I don’t normally eat breakfast,” I mumbled between bites. “I’m the sort of person who waits until lunchtime and then gobbles up everything in sight.”
“That’s not healthy.” He frowned.
“It’s just how I grew up.” I shrugged. “My dad was the same way. He kept really odd working hours, and I guess it caught on with me.”
“So what was your dad like?” he asked casually, grabbing a banana.
“He was really wonderful. He was devoted to me. Though, he was very forgetful when he was working on a new invention. I can’t tell you how many times I waited at school after the last bell because he was late to pick me up.”
“Why didn’t he just hire a nanny?”
“He didn’t have money for a nanny.” I stared down the beach. “He never made much money from his inventions.”
“I thought he created the self-painter.”
“He did.” I gave him a wry smile. “That’s part of the reason why I’m trying to get access to Bradley Inc.”
“I see. That makes sense. What’s the other part of the reason?”
“I think that David’s father had my mother killed.”
“What?”
“My father didn’t believe my mother died in an accident.” I decided to tell him almost everything. I figured I couldn’t be mad at him for holding back, when I was holding back as well. “When he died he left me the letter I told you about, but he also left me some business papers. Papers that would lead someone to believe that the timing of my mother’s accident was too coincidental to have been an accident.”
“So that’s the real reason why you’re trying to gain access to the files?”