“Jacob! Where have you been? We’re going to be late!”

“Stop your yelling, Care Bear and give me a kiss,” he tells me. He looks tired, and that bothers me. Jacob rarely sleeps at night. He’s usually up at one in the morning and moves down to the living room, so he doesn’t bother me. He doesn’t realize that without him next to me, I can’t sleep all that well either. I miss having his body next to mine. I miss the heat of his arms around me. I ache when he’s not right beside me. Maybe that’s not healthy. I don’t know, but it’s the God’s honest truth.

“We don’t have time. We were supposed to leave for your mother’s thirty minutes ago! And look at you! You’re filthy!”

“We always have time for a kiss, Care. Besides, you like it when I’m dirty,” he grins. My heart flips in my chest as I see his smile. Will I ever get enough of this man? Somehow, I doubt it. His hand comes around the side of my neck and he holds me for our kiss. His lips touch mine first, and just like always, that familiar heat feels my body. I love this man with every breath I take. I have since I was five, and my love for him keeps growing stronger.

I open for his kiss, but this one is different than normal. Jacob’s tongue takes its time, slowly entering my mouth, conquering what is already his, and then seeking my tongue out and dueling with it. I lose myself in the feel and sensation of his kiss. His thumb brushes against my pulse point along the side of my neck. Jacob’s other hand moves under my shirt, and I moan into his mouth as he captures my breast. He squeezes my boob hard, before pushing the cup of my bra up, allowing his hand free access.

I break away from his kiss to catch my breath, slowly opening my eyes. My body is alive with desire. Jacob kisses along the side of my face, before going back to my neck. His beard grazes against the tender skin, sending chills of need through my system. I feel his tongue and then his teeth teasing, nibbling, and tasting where my shoulder and neck meet.

“Jacob, sweetheart,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair. He keeps it cut short, and I love the way it feels soft against my fingers.

“God, Care Bear, you always taste so good,” he groans, and I swear his words vibrate through my body.

“We’re going to be late,” I whisper, trying to hold onto my sanity.

“Ask me if I give a fuck. I need inside of you. Where’s Jazz?”

“She’s still down for her nap. I didn’t want to wake her until we were ready to leave.”

His eyes are bright with desire. “This mean I have time to fuck you like I want?” His voice is thick and husky.

If you could have an instant orgasm, his voice would have sent me over. It’s a near thing. When Jacob gets this needy, I can rarely hold myself back.

“We’ll be even later,” I warn him, knowing his mom will worry, but not caring.

In answer, he picks me up in his arms, one hand on my back and one under my legs. I push his t-shirt up, pressing my lips against his warm body. I use my tongue to taste his salty skin. I barely get time to play, before he’s kicking the door closed to our room and putting me down by our bed.

“Clothes off now,” he orders, while already taking off his own. I pull my sweater over my head and unlatch my bra. My eyes are frozen on the way his zipper slowly moves and his pants fall to the ground.

“Carrie,” he growls, reminding me of a sound a bear makes when it’s hungry. I jerk my eyes up to his, and he’s looking straight at me. “Lose the pants. Now.”