“You feel amazing inside me.” She gasped out the words, still bouncing up and down on my cock.
My hips were working in time with hers, somehow finding the same rhythm, neither of us seeming to be completely controlling it now. “It feels amazing inside you too.” The words felt completely flat of what I wanted to say.
Her head tipped back and her muscles tensed around me, her breasts flushed, presented there for me to see.
I wanted more time here, more chance to learn all the ways she could break apart and let me piece her back together. I wanted to know every way there was to make her find that high and learn how to ride it out with her, to be that person who could take her to those stars and steal them for her.
When I came, buried deep inside her, I found peace as well as panic, a tightening of my chest that made me want to race from the room and find a ceiling high enough to let me take in enough oxygen to breathe.
I didn’t.
Not because I couldn’t. Jerrica wouldn’t have stopped me. I could’ve lifted her off me, set her on her feet and walked away, taking space, finding air.
I didn’t want to.
I found breath. I found the world in her eyes as she regarded me with a blend of fear and something else, because for all I knew, she wanted to run too.
“What do I do now?” My words were husky and overfull.
“We kiss. And then we try not to slip when we stand back up, and somehow, we finish showering. I need to wash my hair.”
“I’ll help you.” I didn’t intend those words. They just fell out and hung in the damp, warm air around us. “If you want.”
“I want.”
My heart pounded as if I was about to take the stage for a performance that I’d never rehearsed while I shampooed her hair, trying not to get suds in her eyes.
I didn’t want to make her eyes water.
I didn’t ever want to make her cry.
CHAPTER12
Jerrica
Something changed. Maybe the breeze altered direction. Maybe a sea witch released a spell to calm troubled waters. Maybe my brother finally remembered to squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom.
But something felt different that day after we had shower sex that fragmented my mind and left me not wanting to piece it back together.
“So you finally did the deed?”
My head twisted round fast enough to give me whiplash, Suzette standing in front of the fridge with a knowing smile on her face.
“Sorry?” I had no idea how to reply or how she knew. Had she heard us? We were at a different side of the chateau to everyone else, although there had been open windows and people had been milling about outside. “What do you mean?’
She laughed, smiling in a way that told me she was amused, nothing else. We were in the kitchen where I’d been getting a drink of water for Jesse and myself, trying to slip about the chateau unnoticed in case someone else tried to wait on us.
“You both have that freshly fucked look. He also looks like he’s just been bowled over by a hurricane.” She pulled out a pitcher of water with fruits drenched in it from the fridge. “Carina and I wondered what was going on with the two of you.”
“We’re just friends.”
She raised her brows.
“Friends who have slept together. It wasn’t in the plan.” Kind of. I wanted to. I came here with Jesse knowing there would be a lot of time when we were alone and I wanted it to happen. I wanted there to be something more, because he fascinated me.
And I liked him. More than a lot. I had done for a while, and I thought I was right to, especially after last night and this morning.
Suzette shrugged. “It usually isn’t in the plan. Those are the best things that happen, usually. This French air is good at drawing out the romance in us, too. Everything moves slower here, especially the builders.” She gave a look of irritation. “Jesse has offered to invest. He mentioned your brother wished to also.”
