Caught off guard, I tilt my head to meet his gaze, finding a smirk playing on his lips.
“That’s JP, my boyfriend,” I say. “He’ll be joining me.”
“JP… JP Wolfe?” she screeches so hard I wince. “Your boss in that God-awful photo?”
JP shifts behind me.
“Yes, that JP. Got an issue with that?” I retort, irritated by her tone.
She fumbles for a moment. “No! No issue at all. I… I just want you to be happy, Lucy. I feel that maybe I haven’t been supportive enough.” There’s an awkward pause. “So, I’ll be seeing both of you soon then?”
“Give us a few days, Mom. We’ll let you know our schedule,” I promise before ending the call. I lean my head back against JP’s broad, naked chest with a sigh.
A soft chuckle escapes him. “Finally, I get to meet your mom. You’ve already met my sister and my nephews, after all.”
I tense slightly. “I have?” More people from my life I’m supposed to know but can’t remember.
“You did. And they’re crazy about you. Just like I am.”
“They won’t if they think you stepped down from the company because of me. You don’t need to do this. We can make it work without you giving up your job.” I swear we’ve had this debate more times than I’ve blinked in the last few days.
“Listen. This isn’t about them or the company or the whole damn world, it’s about me. And you. For the next six months, my only job description is ‘be a kickass boyfriend to Lucy Walsh.’ Everything else can take a backseat.”
“Unless you’re planning to double up as my cleaner and chef, I'm not sure that’s a full-time job,” I challenge, half in jest, half desperately hoping he might. “What exactly does a ‘kickass boyfriend’ do all day? Should I be worried you’ll reorganize my closet?”
He responds with unyielding conviction. “Whatever it is you need, I’m on it.”
Jesus.
“Turn around,” JP commands gruffly. “I need to look at your gorgeous face.”
Impatiently, he lifts me up and flips me over so I’m perched on top of him in the hammock. We both nearly fall off as it wobbles from side to side.
“JP! Go easy!” I laugh as my thighs slide down on either side of him. Wow. He’s throbbing hard already.
His voice drops to a husky murmur, his warm breath sending a shiver racing down my spine. “I love you, Lucy Walsh.”
“I love you too, JP Wolfe,” I manage to reply, my heart pounding. Our hammock sways lazily beneath us.
Our words hang thickly in the mountain air as he draws me close. His thumb grazes my bottom lip before his mouth claims mine in a slow, deep kiss that steals my breath. I clutch at him urgently, weeks of tension and worry spilling out of me.
He slides my thong to the side and his thick erection looms eagerly against my slick opening. His experienced fingers press rhythmically against my clit as he grabs my hips firmly with the other hand.
“Let me in,” he commands gruffly, and I squirm slightly at his size. He slowly pushes himself into me until every inch of him is seated.
“God, that feels amazing,” he groans, and his fingertips continue to work their magic on my sensitive areas as his other hand holds me firmly in place allowing him to drive deeper into me.
A wave of pleasure courses through me as I feel him pulse and swell within me. His fingers continue their magical work on my clit while his other hand holds me firmly in place, allowing him to drive into me with maximum effect.
“This angle,” he grunts. “So deep. It’s driving me insane.”
Cursing, he thrusts into the deepest parts of me again and again with a ferocity that sends the hammock swinging wildly around us.
His face contorts in pleasure as his breathing intensifies and he grunts louder and harder with each movement, coming closer and closer to his climax.
“Lucy,” he groans as he comes hard inside me.
I’m done for. My body trembles uncontrollably the moment my orgasm hits me. My spine sends a wave of electricity outward as I quiver around him.
