Whatever Jared needs from me, he has it.
If he requires me to strap on armor and head into battle on his behalf, I’m already there.
In a weird way, it’s given me a new purpose. Everything I thought my life would be when I first moved to San Fran is already changing but in a good way.
My eyes move to the framed photo beside his bed, and I find myself melting like the first time I noticed it. It’s a picture of us as a young couple, taken the night of a sweet-sixteen party. We have our arms wrapped around one another, and our faces are glowing with first love as we stare into each other’s eyes.
God, we were so young.
So clueless and naïve.
We had no idea what was lying in store for us.
I love he still has the photo and it’s the first thing he sees when he wakes.
It speaks volumes, and I just love him even more.
Redirecting my attention to the sleeping man beside me, I smile as I drink him in. He might be tired and stressed, but he’s still so fucking gorgeous. The scruff on his face is thicker than usual, and his hair is all mussed up. My fingers twitch with a craving to touch him, but I don’t want to disturb his precious sleep. He looks beautiful, and I feel the urge to pinch myself because I can’t believe he’s finally mine.
Sliding my hand under my head, I stare at him like a bona fide creeper, marveling at the ink on his chest and his arms and salivating over his nipple piercings. My mind wanders, and I visualize licking and sucking his nipples and tugging on the titanium barbells with my teeth as he hisses with the sting. Invisible hands roam lower, examining every dip and curve of his toned abs, before tangling in the line of dark hair leading—
“I want to know what dirty thoughts are going through your head,” Jared says in a sleep-drenched tone, interrupting my sexy daydream.
I lift my head from his lower torso to this face, licking my lips and squeezing my thighs together. I only have my panties on under the clean shirt he gave me to sleep in last night, and it doesn’t do much to hide my desire. My hard nipples poke through the thin material, instantly drawing his attention.
Jared’s nostrils flare, and his eyes darken as they linger on my chest. In a fast move, his arm darts out, hugging my waist and pulling me in close. “Answer me, baby.” His voice is thick with lust as he rubs his thumb across my lower lip. “What were you just thinking?”
I see no need to lie. “I was imagining sucking your nipples and tugging on your piercings with my teeth.”
Jared yanks me flush with his hot semi-naked body, and I squeal. “Say the word, and I’ll turn that fantasy to reality.” He nips at my earlobe, and liquid lust gushes between my legs.
“I’ve never been with a guy who had nipple piercings.” I plaster myself to his front and stare dreamily into his eyes.
“They’re not my only piercings.” His eyes flash with smug pride.
I wet my dry lips and thrust against the hardness between his legs. “Do you mean?” I drag my lip between my teeth as my vagina throws a party.
“Take a look for yourself.” Lying flat on his back, he keeps one arm curved around me as he presents his glorious form for examination. “My body is yours to do with as you please.” He smirks again as he pulls the covers back, revealing the full extent of his male gorgeousness. I love the playful glint in his stunning blue eyes, but I love the massive bulge in his boxers even more.
My eyes are out on stilts as I stare at his manhood. “It looks much bigger than I remember.”
Jared barks out a laugh. “Baby, I was only a kid then.” He cups his junk. “I’m all man now, and I can’t wait to prove it.”
My tongue darts out, wetting my lip again as I tuck hair behind one ear. “Are we really doing this now?”
His expression turns somber. “You set the pace, Syd. You know that.” He secures my hair behind my other ear and gazes adoringly into my face. “I want to make love to you. I want to feel as close to you as humanly possible. After last night, I need it even more.”
I slowly nod, understanding it fully. “I love you, babe.” I brush my lips fleetingly over his. “But I need the bathroom first.” I hop up out of bed. “I’ll be right back.” I toss him a flirty grin over my shoulder as I saunter to his massive en suite bathroom, feeling his eyes glued to my barely covered ass the entire way.
I pee, splash water on my face, and give myself a little pep talk in the his and hers bathroom. I want this. I want Jared moving inside me again, but I’m also a little nervous, which I guess is to be expected.
What if it’s not good?
What if we’re not compatible sexually?
What if we’ve built the attraction up in our heads and it’s not all that?
“Stop overthinking it.” Jared comes up behind me, staring at me through the mirror.
