Somehow, staying here with Jas is a much better option.
In the back of my mind, unease stirs. This is a one night thing. I shouldn’t be holding her or planning on spending the rest of the day with her. Hell, I should’ve walked out before we ever made it into her bedroom.
Maybe. But there’re still a dozen ways I want her before I’m ready to call this quits. I cup her tit and nuzzle her neck. Her hair gets in the way, but the scent of her shampoo and the taste of her skin more than make up for it.
“Mmm.” She stretches like a cat, rolling her shoulders and pressing herself more securely into my hand and against my rock-hard dick. “Nice.”
“I’ll give you nice.” I nip her neck, and she squeaks in shock. “I’m horny as hell here. What you gonna do about it?”
She wriggles around so we’re facing each other. Her eyes are smudged with makeup, her lips are bruised from my rough kisses, and a hot surge of possessiveness grips me.Back the fuck down.
“Nothing. I need to use the bathroom.”
“I can work with that.”
“One track mind.” She sits up and pushes her hair back before hiking the sheet over her shoulders and straddling me. I grin up at her, since she’s obviously making as much effort as possible to drive me out of my mind.
“Enjoying yourself, getting off on me?”
“You wish.” She sways over me, rubbing her nipples across my chest, looking all sleepy and sexy, and it’s all I can manage to keep my hands to myself. “I’m just trying to get off the bed without kneeing you in the nuts.”
“Sure, you are.” I give in and grasp her thighs beneath the sheet. “If I hear the shower, I’m coming in.”
“You can come in, but you’re not getting anything. Not until we’ve bought some more condoms.”
I cup her ass, and she lets out a breathy sigh. It’s getting hard to think straight, but one thing’s clear. “You can go down on me in the shower. Don’t need anything for that.”
Her lips brush mine in a barely there kiss. “Back in the day, maybe. But not now.”
I grunt, irrationally pissed that she had to remind me of what we once had and don’t anymore. “You can jack me off, then.”
She sits up, obviously trying not to laugh, and the sheet slides down her back. “Yes, I could. Or we could get some breakfast and come back to—” She stops mid-sentence and blinks as though something’s distracted her.
My gaze drifts down her naked body. What the fuck was I thinking, turning up last night with only four fucking rubbers? I could never get enough of Jas in the past. Nothing’s changed, and I was an asshole to think four times would be enough for either of us.
It’s not funny, but a smile twists my lips regardless. With any other chick, twice is more than enough.
“You didn’t get rid of it.” There’s an odd catch in her voice that manages to tear my attention from the tantalizing glimpse of her pussy.
“Didn’t get rid of what?”
The tip of her finger traces along my bicep. There’s a strange expression on her face, like she’s about to cry.Don’t cry, babe…“My star sign.”
“Why would I get rid of it?” It never crossed my mind. In some masochistic way, I liked seeing it every time I looked in a mirror. It served as a reminder to never let another chick worm her way under my skin.
Worked damn well, too.
“I don’t know. I just thought…” Her voice trails away, and she traces the outline of the tat I had done to celebrate our one year’s anniversary. That, and the fact I’d been under the delusion we’d last forever.
“What? You thought I’d want to fuck up my arm just to get rid of some ink?”
She gives me a small smile and gently trails her fingers along my jaw. It’s a tender gesture, so similar to the way she used to touch me that something sharp clenches deep in my chest.
Fuck that shit.
“Thought you needed the bathroom?” I wrap my hand around her wrist and forcibly remove her hand from my face before I do something I’ll regret. Like kiss her as though I mean it, as though it’s not all about the damn sex after all.
“Yes.” But she still doesn’t move. Then she leans down and kisses me, a soft, sweet kiss that shouldn’t feel half as good as it does, considering the no-sex clause in effect.
