Tears pooled in my eyes, but I pushed them back. I didn’t want all our friends to be alarmed. “Thank you,” I whispered before we turned to say goodbye and made our way to our car.
But lying there now, thinking about what she told me, I couldn’t stop the salty liquid from tumbling down my cheeks.
“I love that you two really hit it off,” Jett replied, pulling me back to the present, his warm breath brushing against my neck.
A tearful breath shuddered out of me, and Jett turned me in his arms to face him. “Hey, hey, why are you crying? She’ll come back and visit.”
I was sad to see Dusty leave and understood why Jett thought that was the reason for my tears since I’d just brought it up. But the tears were all about what our friend had revealed. I just didn’t think now was the time to bring it up when so much was going on and Jett was just getting started with his counseling.
Who knows, he might have changed his mind after everything. Hearing him tell me that wasn’t what he wanted anymore just might wreck me.
Just the thought of having babies with him had longing so strong ripping through me.
But I let him think he knew why I was crying.
“I know. I’ll just miss her.”
He softly brushed his hand over the top of my head and let it run down to my neck, where he brushed his thumb back and forth soothingly against my skin.
Closing my eyes, I let his touch ground me, and then instead of feeling sad, worried, or unsure, another feeling emerged.
Desire.
A small moan drifted from my lungs as my eyelids fluttered open, and I was staring into Jett’s mesmerizing eyes. I didn’t know what the next day would bring, but I knew what I wanted at that moment.
“Make love to me,” I whispered.
Jett opened his mouth, and I could see the protest in his eyes. He was going to make excuses for why it couldn’t happen, but those blue eyes darkened too, and in them, I saw my desire mirroring back at me. Duplicating his move from earlier, I placed my finger over his lips.
“We’ve technically been on many dates,” I started, and he tried opening his mouth, but I kept going. “You can say it’s not the same, but every second that we have ever spent together has always meant the world to me.”
His lips pressed together, and a deep sigh rumbled from his chest. I ran my finger across his lower lip, and I saw his body tremble. It was crazy to think that, after all this time, I affected him that way. But I wasn’t done.
“We never know what tomorrow will bring.” Both of us understood that after everything we had been through—Jett even more than I. “Or if we even have tomorrow.”
My words hit home; I could see the kaleidoscope of emotions shift through his gaze as we stared at one another.
With a pleading voice, I said, “Please don’t make me wait anymore. We’ve waited long enough.”
Jett shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them. “Sweetheart, you're hurt, and I don’t have a condom.”
I’d been waiting for this moment since he became my husband. Twisting around, I pulled open the drawer on the nightstand and grabbed the box before turning back to Jett.
“I do,” I said triumphantly, waving the box in the air. “Problem solved.”
Jett pulled in a deep breath and let it out. “Sure looks that way.”
What was he saying? Was he agreeing to make love to me? My heart began to pound at the notion that this could finally be happening.
Rushing to dispel his other worry because I could still see the struggle in his eyes, I said, “I’m okay. I swear. We can go slow. I know you won’t hurt me.”
He groaned. “Honey, you’re killing me here. Resisting you is hard.”
I dropped the box on the bed beside us and pressed closer to him so there was no space between us. I could feel the evidence of what he had just said. He was indeed hard, and my eyes widened.
“I didn’t mean it that way when I said it, but you do have that effect on me with all this talk and your gorgeous body so close to mine.”
Squirming against him, I yanked another groan from his mouth. “Stop resisting.”
