“Hmm, looks like we’re about thirty candles short,” she teased.
“Ha ha.”
Chuckling, she placed several and lit them. “Happy belated birthday, Jayson,” she murmured, their eyes locking over the flickering flames. “Don’t forget to make a wish.”
His mouth edged up and, after thinking a moment, he blew all the candles out with one breath.
She couldn’t help but wonder what he wished for. And, secretly, she hoped it might have something to do with her.
They shared a slice of cake, playfully feeding each other pieces, and he declared it was the best cake he’d ever had. When they reached the last morsel, she beat him to it. But instead of eating it, she lifted her fork to his lips. His hand wrapped around her wrist, tugged it closer, and he locked eyes with her as he sucked the utensil clean. Much like he’d done to her earlier. A shudder ran through her body. Then he pulled her onto his lap and captured her mouth in a soul-destroying kiss.
“Have you recuperated enough for round two?” he asked, nibbling her neck.
“Two? I thought we were gearing up for round four.”
“Technically, I think you’re right.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” she teased, squirming in his lap, unable to miss his hard-on. “I might need to warm up first.”
“Whatever you need, Sunflower.”
The endearment made her hesitate. It made whatever was happening between them seem so real. More permanent. And as much as she wanted that, it scared her that he might not be on the same page. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Sunflower?” He shrugged. “I guess because I remembered the painting in your living room. They’re cheerful and bright. A lot like you.”
“Do you know the story about sunflowers?” He shook his head. “Not as cheerful as you’d expect. According to Greek mythology, the water nymph Clytie fell in love with Apollo, the god of the sun. Every day, he drove his golden chariot across the sky, dazzling everyone on earth. At first, he loved her too, but then he turned his affections toward another nymph. Typical, fickle man.”
“What happened?”
“His rejection nearly drove her mad. In a jealous rage, Clytie told the other nymph’s father about her affair with Apollo.”
“I’m betting that didn’t end well.”
“No, he buried her alive as punishment. Apollo was furious and turned Clytie into a sunflower. But her love for him was so strong she watched him move across the sky each day—just as sunflowers follow the sun.”
“That’s a depressing story.”
She huffed out a resigned snort. “I suppose I am like a sunflower. I also wasted too much time on the wrong man.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” The sincerity in his voice filled the lingering cracks in her heart from Ian. The fact that he’d sit there and listen to her talk about her ex put Jayson Knight in an entirely different category of men.He really is a unicorn.
The man kept proving he was one-in-a-fucking-million.
But she shook her head, turning on his lap to straddle him. “No. I can think of better things to do.” She rolled her hips against his hard cock. Pressed her lips to his neck. “Make me scream, Jayson.”
A breath shuddered out of his lungs. She looked up to see him grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Scooping her up, he laid her out on his beautiful, hand-carved table and made her scream his name again.
And again.
And, bless his overachieving heart,again.
Chapter thirteen
Jayson had kept Sabrina up late into the night. The man was insatiable and they slept in until he woke her up with lazy kisses and caresses. After a slow morning fuck that made her back arch and toes curl, they showered together. Once again, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other beneath the pounding spray.
When had she turned into such a nymphomaniac? Because she couldn’t seem to get enough of his kisses, his touches or his amazing cock. Couldn’t stop touching him. Wanting him on the deepest of levels.
