I hoped I’d been a decent distraction. I hoped I could continue being that for him, even if only for one more night.
We crawled into bed exhausted from our early morning activities and busy day. I’d chosen underwear and a T-shirt for sleeping. Maybe it was being in my father’s house, or maybe we were both tired, but assuming anything more than sleep seemed wrong.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want him. God, I hadn’t stopped wanting him.
But I didn’t know how Eric felt about carrying this beyond tonight. The last day and a half seemed like it had existed in a different dimension, and once we left it—once we woke up—we’d be back on the other side where our troubles waited. Where focusing on anything other than sickness and death would be impossible.
Where futures were unpredictable.
Fear crept in that this thing between us, whatever it was, couldn’t possibly continue beyond this one perfect day.
Eric had been scrolling through the photos he’d taken, critiquing angles and lighting, explaining what he’d do differently with better equipment.
But now he slipped his phone onto the dresser and turned his attention to me. “You’re pretty quiet over there. Did you fall asleep?”
“Sorry. I was just thinking.”
He pulled me closer, lips brushing my ear. “You aren’t thinking about our deal, are you?”
“Well, I wasn’t. But now that you’ve mentioned it, I won’t be able to think about anything else.”
“Let everything else wait until tomorrow.” His hand slid down my back, claiming and possessive. “Let me stay focused on you.”
How did he always know exactly what was on my mind?
“You’re right. I’m falling back into worries about tomorrow.”
“Here and now, Jamie.” He kissed my jaw, then my lips, light and teasing. “I can’t guarantee tomorrow will be better, but I can guarantee you this.” His hand moved to cup my ass, pulling me against him. “I made you a promise. I keep my promises.”
Heat pooled low in my center. “What are those favorite words of yours? A deal’s a deal?”
“A deal is sacred.” His voice dropped in that intimate way that made my pulse race. “Sort of like how Lannisters always pay their debts.”
“You sneaky liar. You did watch it.”
“Nope. Read the books.” He winked before capturing my mouth with his.
Within moments Eric had rid me of my clothes, leaving only my worry as a barrier between us.
He pulled back to look at me, sapphire eyes dark with desire. “Come here, beautiful. I want to give you something.”
“Is it your cock? Because that’s the only thing I really want right now.”
Despite our teasing, his kiss had kindled an aching burn throughout my body. Desire took over, ridding me of inhibitions.
“Christ, Jamie.” His voice was rough with need. “You have a fantastic way with words.”
He kissed me again, tongue diving deep, thrusting into my mouth the way I craved his hard length inside me. When he broke away, I protested with a soft whimper.
“Want more of my mouth?”
“Yes. It’s very talented. I like how it makes me feel.”
“I thought you wanted my cock.” His lust was barely hidden behind playful words as he reached for the box of condoms.
My hand roamed down the hard planes of his stomach, fingers trailing over defined abs that twitched under my touch. Following the light line of hair from his navel, I wrapped my hand around the thick base of his shaft and pumped once—deliciously slow.
“Looks like I have what I want right in the palm of my hand.”
