Within seconds, she’s naked and beneath me. I push off my jeans and boxers hurriedly and gently press one finger inside her hot sweetness.
“Sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.”
Another long moan from her as I keep touching her.
Then her hand goes to my erection. She’s stroking me so hard I have to stop her.
“I want to make love to you, Jasalie.” I look into her gray eyes that are already unfocused and glazed over. “Do you want that?”
“I always want that, Dylan.” She puts her hands around my neck and brings my face down to hers. “Come inside me. Please.”
Tonight, we go slowly. So slowly that I can hear every sigh she makes and feel every buck of her hips against mine. I brace my arms on either side of her head and kiss her senseless while I move all the way in, and then draw myself out.
Each time I pull out, she thrashes her head from side to side, begging me to come back. Every time I push in, she moans like she’s in euphoric bliss.
Just like me. I detest being apart from her, but the joy of reuniting is fucking heaven. Her nails are scratching my ass as she urges me closer.
I’m going to lose my mind any second. The coiling of an orgasm is building and building, and then Jasalie goes over the edge, and I’m done for. White lights cross my eyes, and I bury my head in her neck as I groan out her name.
“You’ve shattered me,” I whisper into her sweat-covered skin. “Fully and completely shattered me.”
Chapter Twenty
Jasalie
When I wake up the next morning, my head is on Dylan’s chest, and his arms are around me.
I slept like a rock. The first time I’ve slept soundly next to a man, and we’re about to break up.
I ignore the thickness in my throat and head for the shower. I have to leave Dylan and then drive to the home of the woman who left me over two decades ago. Getting my heart broken once today feels like too much, but potentially twice? I don’t think I can take it.
* * *
“So, our last day is up today.” Dylan glances up from his plate of eggs and toast as we sit together in a private corner table at the hotel restaurant. “We managed to extend it, but even the extension has run out.”
“It has.” All good things run out eventually. At least this one has a clean break and can’t sneak up on me.
Dylan runs both hands through his hair, his expression agitated. “I’ve been thinking how we can—can you take a sick day?”
Sick day. I hadn’t thought about that. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a sick day in my life. Even if I’ve been ill, I’ve gone to work. Nothing to stay home for.
“I’ve never had any reason to take one before,” I tell him. “But I could definitely use one of them up for you.”
“Wait, how many sick days do you have?”
“Tons. This company’s policy is to never expunge your time off even when the year ends, and I’ve never taken a vacation, either.”
“Never taken a vaca…” His eyes widen. “Baby, you need a rest.”
Once Dylan mentions it, I realize I am tired. From running, from pressing, from driving.
I put my head on my hand and look at him. “I guess I do.”
“So I have an idea.” His eyes light up. “Let’s spend this whole week together. Just you and me.”
I swallow hard as I meet his eyes. I could either sink or swim in them, but it looks like I’m past the point of forfeiting. Looks like I’m going to find out what I’m made of.
I reach across the table and take his hand in mine. “Yes. Let’s spend the week together. Just you and me.”
