Page 114 of Crimson Love

I still at the memory and his sobered tone. “I’m sorry. I know what it’s like to be scared. I don’t want that for anyone, especially you.”

“That’s why I know you’re the dream. My ultimate dream. I’m trying not to go zero to sixty here but it’s hard. It’s really hard to wait.”

“Wait on what? I have to know, because these are the things my heart yearns for. But my brain is sometimes downright mean. It won’t let me think of the future.”

“I don’t want to wait to make plans with you. To buy a house or piece of land to make our own. Wait to make you mine the way I want to. To put a ring on your finger, stand up in front of the handful of people important to us in this world and declare that I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe and happy until the end of time. And it’s really fucking hard to wait to tell you what I’ve never felt for anyone else, let alone uttered aloud.”

My heart beats in my chest like a gong, and emotion floods my eyes. “You dream about that?”

He presses his lips to mine to steal a kiss. “I do.”

My voice dips to barely a whisper. “I wish I could dream about that.”

He brushes my cheek. “It’s okay.”

I shake my head. “It’s not. I want to. I really do. But I’m scared. All I know is I don’t want this to end. I’m perpetually in the present. Right now, you could lead me anywhere and I’d follow. That’s something I know with my whole heart.”

His full lips pull up into a small smile. “I’ll take it. If that’s what you can give me until the end of time, I’ll take it all day, every day. Don’t try to be something that doesn’t feel right. I want you just the way you are.”

I swallow over the lump in my throat. “One more thing.”

“Anything,” he answers too quickly. The word warps around my heart like the four letter one does for most people. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Just...” I pause and force myself to say the words, because this is important. “I might be afraid, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Dream enough for the both of us, Jett. Please, lead me into your dreams.”

He crushes me to his chest, and his mouth slams down on mine. It’s greedy and controlling and desperate.

I love it all.

This man owns all of my firsts, and I just gave him permission to lead me into a life together. After everything I’ve been through, that should scare me, but it doesn’t.

I can’t wait.

He rolls me to my back again and presses his cock into my sex. I moan when he rocks into my clit and stays there. “The things I want to say to you, Lennon. Hell, I want to shout them from the rooftops for the world to hear.”

He grabs my panties at my hip and yanks them down my legs desperately— even violently. I kick them off and pull my knees up his sides to feel every inch of him exactly where I want it.

“Jett,” I whisper and try to lift my hips to get more of him, but he pulls away just long enough to free himself from his boxers.

Then he’s there. Skin to skin, his bare cock against my bare sex.

We haven’t done this often. Jett doesn’t allow it. He always goes straight for a condom.

But he’s inside me bare, even if it’s just an inch or two. And there’s something about the way it feels...

“Please,” I moan.

His face is buried in my hair, and he doesn’t move a muscle. “Baby, don’t say that. Whatever you do, do not say please in a way like you’re begging me to slam into you bare.”

“But—” I start.

He interrupts, and his tone is tight and strained. “I could list a million buts, but I’m trying to be good, and you’re tempting me like the devil.”

He’s been careful. And I say him, because it is all him. It doesn’t matter whether it’s dreams or sex, he always leads. And I’m more than happy to put my hand in his and follow.

His body tenses over mine. Every muscle in his back goes taut under my fingers. I press my nails into this skin and try to arch my back for more, but he gives me more of his weight and holds me in a place I can’t move.

“You want to know what I dream?” His tone is tight and controlled.