“Ditto.” Her chest pressed against his.
“We’ll try this your way,” he conceded, waiving his white flag in defeat.
Her breath caught, and her breasts heaved. “Really?”
He pulled his shirt off of her in one quick motion. “Really. I just have one request.”
She gripped his arms and wrapped her legs around his torso, the heated core of her center rubbing against him. “Yeah?”
“Don’t tell my family.”
She paused, inhaled deep. Frown lines creased around the edges of her mouth. “What?”
“Just…let’s have this for us. Just us. For a while.” Because once his family got involved, it’d be a fucking free-for-all.
“Jase…” She started to pull away. “Babushka is going to know what’s going on.”
And that’s what he worried about most. He’d like to put that off as long as possible.
“Just for now,” he assured. Until the time was right.
She let out a deep breath. “Just for now?”
“I want this.” He pressed himself against her. “Don’t get me wrong.”
“Okay.” She kissed him, a light brush of her mouth against his.
“Can we have sex yet?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” She pressed a deeper kiss to his lips.
He pushed her back onto the bed, pinned her arms over her head, holding them there with one hand while he kissed his way down her face. Her neck. Her chest.
She ground against him. The power had somehow shifted, but he couldn’t be sure if she held it now, or if he did. All he knew for certain was that he wanted her.
For now, maybe that was enough.
“I’d tell you you’re beautiful, but you should already know that.”
“Something like that is always worth saying,” she replied.
They pressed against each other, the barrier of her lace underwear and his boxers the only thing keeping them apart. He kissed down to her belly button, to the edge of her panties, and yanked them off. He skimmed his hands up her thighs, over the skin that had driven him crazy. Her knees fell apart.
He kissed her wet center. Diving in with his mouth, his tongue.
She bent her knees and lifted herself to him.
Sweetness. Her. He poured everything he had into her pleasure. Gripping her ass. Pulling her to him.
His dick literally wept at the beauty of all that was Heather.
He should probably say something, but his tongue was presently busy, and given the moaning coming from his pillow, she wasn’t going to be talking for a while. Not if he had anything to say about it.
Her knees began to tremble as her orgasm took over. He continued to work as it wracked through her. He should’ve known she’d come fast and with her whole body. Heather Reese didn’t do anything halfway.
“Jase.” Her head lulled to the side as she came down. But he wasn’t done with her yet.
A quick kiss to the inside of her thigh before he lifted himself to his knees and reached for the little wooden box he kept on his nightstand. “I’m not done.”
