Nancy's POV

I jerked back, my chest heaving, my lips swollen and wet from his mouth. Jacob stepped away, adjusting himself through his jeans with a wicked smirk, his eyes pitch-black with unspent lust.

"Later," he murmured, brushing a rough thumb over my trembling bottom lip before slipping out the door like nothing had even happened.

I stood there for a breathless second, my fingers lightly touching my neck where his teeth had marked me, the bruised skin tingling.

My panties were drenched, my inner thighs slick with my own arousal. I had to physically force my legs to work as I headed downstairs.

How the hell was I supposed...