She started moving up my body, and I felt like I was about to receive communion. When I finally got my mouth on her, all my earlier thoughts were confirmed. She was like honey, the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.
I treated her like my last meal, feasting on her, fucking her with my tongue, devouring her with my lips. She came so hard she pulled my hair, her legs locking around my head, her body shaking with aftershocks.
And she did it all while screaming my name.
Chapter Seventeen
Jamie
Playing hooky had never felt so good.
It shouldn’t have. Skipping out on our responsibilities bordered on reckless. The things we were avoiding were literally life or death.
But wrapped up with Eric, it was easy to forget the world outside those four walls.
We’d already spent the morning tangled together, and I lay there now, loose and warm, my body pleasantly spent. I kept waiting for awkwardness to creep in, for that sharp reminder that this had been way too impulsive.
It never came. If anything, being with him felt easier the longer we stayed in bed.
How many more hours could we steal away?
Eric shifted beside me, his wide chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Despite the soreness between my legs, that simple movement sparked need all over again. The brush of his thigh against mine. The slow stretch of his arm above his head.
God, everything this man did turned me on.
Was this how addicts felt, always craving another hit?
Maybe it was the result of going without sex for so long. Or maybe this was simply what happened after being with Eric, experiencing intimacy the way it was meant to be.
My stomach growled loudly, cutting straight through my spiral of thoughts.
“Sounds like it’s time to feed you again.” Eric laughed and slid an arm around my waist, drawing me closer before kissing me, his smile lingering against my lips.
I kissed him back and swung my leg over his hip, fitting myself against him without hesitation. When our mouths finally broke apart, I murmured, “If I had to choose between food and sex, I’d probably starve.”
“Sex in general?” His hand trailed over the curve of my ass, igniting another wave of desire.
“Well, sex in general is nice, but ice cream usually wins that battle. No, I meant sex with you. In that case, Rocky Road doesn’t stand a chance.”
His grin spread wide, dimples flashing, blue eyes bright. That smile warmed me in a way that had nothing to do with lust. It reached deeper, pulling something tight inside my chest.
He shifted us smoothly, rolling me onto my back and settling between my thighs with quiet authority. He was hard again, and I couldn’t help the satisfied breath that left me.
“Luckily, no one’s making us choose.” He reached for a condom from the bedside table.
Unhurried, he rolled the condom on like it was a strip tease in reverse, before returning his focus to me. “You feel so fucking good.” He groaned, pushing into me.
“You do too. Amazing.” My breath hitched as he buried himself deep inside me.
“Let’s never leave this bed. Let’s just do this forever.”
Forever.
I’d thought it too, in passing. In reckless flashes. But hearing him say it out loud sent a jolt of panic running through me.
Forever meant always, and permanence was only a fantasy. Nothing ever lasted. Not family, not safety, not love. God, we weren’t even in a real relationship. We’d agreed no plans or promises.
This thing between us—fake or not—would eventually have to end.
