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Major fucking skills.
“Mmm… so good, sweetheart.” He kisses up my stomach to my breast and starts sucking and nipping again, his other hand assaulting the other. His path of kisses continues to my neck. My body is already on the edge again. His mouth finds mine, and I welcome his tongue as we kiss deeply. I can taste myself on him, and I moan out. I move my hips, rubbing against his hard dick. I can feel him at my entrance.
“Jett. I need to feel you inside me,” I say wantonly. He stands up and grabs his pants, taking out a condom. I lift my eyebrow and smile.
“What?” He flashes his sexy grin. “A man can hope.” He mumbles something about the birds and bees but shakes his head and chuckles. I stare up at him, wondering what he was thinking. “Never mind.” He laughs, ripping open the wrapper. He has it on within a few seconds. Kneeling in between my legs, he pushes them farther apart. I can feel the cold air where I am dripping wet.
He intertwines our fingers together, pulling them above my head, kissing me softly on my forehead, nose, and then my mouth. His kiss is passionate and slow. Doubt immediately starts to surface. It isn’t supposed to be like this. A quick fuck, that’s it. A way to extinguish the sexual spark we’ve had all week. This feels like it’s more. Am I promising Jett something that I can’t give?
“Emily. Look at me. Where’d you go?” Concerned emerald eyes find mine.
“Jett,” I sigh. “If I was to leave tomorrow, would you still want this?” There is a flash in Jett’s eyes, not sure if it’s fear or surprise, but it changes quickly. He can’t know about my plan.
“Sweetheart, don’t overthink this. We’re enjoying the moment. I want you tonight, no matter what happens tomorrow, next week, or next year.” His voice is seductive and sexy as hell. Tonight will always be ours. The heat in his eyes burns deep within me. I lose myself in them. I would do anything for this man in this moment. I’ve never given so much of myself to any one man.
A man I met four days ago.
A man who doesn’t even know my name.
A man I’ll never see again.
The need to feel him inside me is almost too much to handle. “Show me exactly how you want me.” I grind my hips again. He squeezes our hands together.
“So impatient,” he growls as he thrusts his cock inside of me. We both gasp as he’s buried completely. He pauses, allowing me to adjust. I nod as I slowly move my hips. “Fuck, Emily!” His jaw clenches as he puts his forehead on mine. I can see the control slipping from his lust-filled eyes. “Emily, I’ve wanted to be buried in you the last four days. I don’t think I can go slow,” he murmurs.
“I’ll take whatever you can give, Jett,” I breathe out. He ravages my mouth in a heated, demanding kiss as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Over and over. I moan into his mouth. The sensation of him stroking my insides has my body trembling. He sits up on his knees, bringing my legs up against his chest. The change of position has me screaming out. My back arches off the bed as he continues his punishing pace. I grab the headboard, pushing as he thrusts deeper. A low guttural growl escapes his lips.
“Em, you’re so beautiful.” His eyes linger on my body. “Come for me, baby,” he commands as he applies pressure to my sensitive clit. I scream out his name in ecstasy as my climax rips through my body.
Jett’s release follows right behind as he grabs my hips, slamming into me. He yells out my name as his whole body trembles. He falls on top of me, our breathing out of control. Pushing up on his elbows, his gaze is full of emotion. He leans down and brushes a kiss on my lips. My eyes close, relishing the soft touch of his lips. My heart aches that I might not ever feel his lips again. This was a mistake.
A beautiful mistake.
A tear escapes from my closed eyes. I feel his thumb brush it away. “I’m sorry, Em,” he whispers.
I open my eyes and look right into those beautiful emerald green eyes. “I’m not.” My breath hitches. “Jett, I don’t regret this. I don’t regret you. I regret our ending.” I pull him down to me, bringing his lips to mine. I pour all my emotions into this one kiss. It’s soft. It’s heated. It’s rushed. It’s slow. It’s love. Devastating love. It’s goodbye.
He pulls out of me and the feeling of loss shakes me to my core. He takes off the condom and throws it away then climbs back into bed, pulling me into him. “Don’t think about the end,” he whispers into my ear as he strokes my hair away from my face.
It’s all I can think about.
Chapter Twenty-two
I WAKE TO Melanie walking in my room. I immediately look to my side, searching for Jett. My heart pounds, afraid that I will find him there. I slowly release the breath that I’d been holding when I find the other side of the bed empty.
I let out a big yawn and stretch. Thoughts of last night come flooding back as I feel the delicious soreness between my legs. Blushing from my thoughts, I glance up to Melanie, hoping she’s not watching me. I see that she’s brought my favorite chai tea latte. I peek under the covers and I’m surprised to find myself dressed. Jett must have dressed me because I have no recollection of dressing myself. I guess great sex really takes it out of you. I laugh as I get up and walk over to the table.
Melanie watches me as I suck down my drink. I release an appreciated sigh. “This drink,” I say as I shake the cup only filled with ice now, “may only take me a few minutes to drink, but for those few minutes everything is right in my life. So, thank you.”
Melanie warmly smiles as she places her hand over her heart. “You look so much like her, Emily. She was so beautiful and youthful. She made Travis a better man. I thought for sure if anyone could save Travis, Lana could.” I can hear the love in Melanie’s voice when she talks about my mom. She sighs, and I know where her thoughts are. Her eyes gloss over as she pulls me in for a hug. “I’m so sorry, Emily.” We share a silent moment before she turns to leave.
When Melanie leaves, my emotional ups and downs from the last twelve hours leave me feeling mentally drained. I curl up in bed. The cool sheets feel refreshing and allow me to relax and drift off to sleep.
I wake not much later to a quiet, almost peaceful room. The brightness shines into the room giving a false sense of tranquility, because outside this door is anything but. Sitting up, I glance around the room, taking in a deep breath. Today is the day I try and leave this prison. A small laugh escapes my lips as I think about the oxymoron using the word prison. I’m surrounded by luxury. Throwing my head back on my pillow, I think about the last five days. I thought coming here would give me an idea of who killed my mom. Instead, I find out who my father is, have a whirlwind affair with a bodyguard—a hot bodyguard—and, of course, find out the man who did kill my mom is dead. Not bad for a week, I think, as I spontaneously laugh. I’m sure whoever is watching me thinks I’m losing it.
After I shower and quickly dry my hair, loosely wrapping it in a bun, I wonder if my door is still locked. I walk over and reach for the door handle but then hesitate. The anticipation has my heart beating a little faster. Beyond this door is my freedom. Freedom away from Travis. But that also means freedom from Jett. A part of me hopes that the doorknob won’t turn, which is the exact reason I need to leave here soon. Jett may seem perfect, but he’s the wrong kind of perfect.
I grab the cold door handle and twist. It turns and I hear the click as I pull it toward me. I blow out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and walk into the empty hallway, looking both directions. Not knowing where to go, I hear a door open at one end and Jett comes strolling out. My whole body heats up looking at him. He’s wearing low hanging basketball shorts and a black T-shirt. His eyes run over the length of my body. My body temperature spikes when I see his lust-induced, emerald green eyes sparkle. I get anxious and fidgety. My hands need something to do, so I take out my bun and redo it, like it’s in need of fixing.
