I should say something. I should probably say a lot of things. But all that comes out is “You have to go.”
“Yeah.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I do.”
But he doesn’t move.
I let the sheet fall to my waist, and he groans.
Slowly, reverently, he cups my left breast in his hand and strokes his thumb over the nipple.
“Thank you for last night,” he whispers before brushing his lips against mine.
I kiss him back, slow and deep. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he hauls me out of bed until I’m straddling him, naked. He’s pulled on his boxer briefs, but that’s no match for his cock thickening up.
He pulls me down against his erection, and we grind and make up, and he pinches my nipples and squeezes my ass.
“I don’t think I can wait six months to consummate this,” I admit because I’m turned on.
He groans.
And then he gives me two of his fingers to ride, andconsummatingis all I can think about. My brain flatlines as pure, intense pleasure spears up through my belly.
His thumb finds my clit.
His mouth drags down my neck, past my collarbone, and he latches onto my tit.
I go wild, fucking down on his hand, making a mess of him, I’m sure, and suddenly, I’m there, I’m coming, and it’s so, so, so good.
He’s murmuring against my sweat-slicked skin as I come down from that sparkling high. “You’re so pretty when you come. Thank you for that.”
Except I didn’t… he didn’t, this time, I don’t think. “What about you?”
He pats my hip. “I’m fine. I’m goingto take the echo of you coming like that on my lap and think about it tonight in my hotel room.”
“Wait.” I push off him, legs shaking like a brand-new baby animal. I sink to my knees in front of him at the edge of the bed, and I tug at his waistband.
He goes to cover my hands, but I bat him away.
His gaze hooded, he leans back and lets me pull his cock out into the early morning light.
I didn’t do this last night.
I want to this morning. “Is there time?”
He nods. “Give me a kiss right there on the tip, and I’ll fucking make a fountain for you.”
I laugh and lean in. He smells like both of us, like a night of sex, and it’s intense and raw and real. I want to remember this moment while he’s gone. I want to hold it tight, like a promise, that maybe just maybe, at the end of this season, Jeff Rosehill might be mine.
Is it possible?
A lot could change in six months. Heck, a lot could change on this road trip.
Maybe he’ll have regrets.
But I don’t want to have any. I don’t want to miss a chance to show him that I share the same hunger he showed me last night.
I start with a kiss on his tip, and he doesn’t immediately explode, but he does… react. His cock strains, and a drop of dew appears on the flared crown, drawing my attention to the slit there. I poke my tongue out and lap it up.
“Fucking hell, Molly.” He jackknifes up, his hands sinking into my hair, and he holds me still as he throbs against my tongue. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Gonna make me blow, I swear.”
