Antonio smirked. “You got that right.”
* * *
Kristine and the elder Fierros had agreed that waiting until Jayce shifted to human again before the two reunited would be a smart idea. So she had returned to New York and worked her shifts. Since Jayce had to wait in phoenix form for another six weeks, Kristine arranged to take summer classes and finish her degree early. She missed Jayce terribly and was ninety-nine percent sure she’d be moving to Boston—even if it meant giving up her firefighting career. It wouldn’t hurt to have the degree, no matter what she did.
She spent her off hours sorting through her belongings and donating what she didn’t want. If anyone was going to make the sacrifice, she wanted it to be her. His family obligations were important to him, and now her only family would be in Boston too. She just had to be sure Jayce could get his job back—and that he still wanted her.
Apparently Antonio was close to the chief, and his friend had assured him that Jayce would be welcomed back as soon as he recovered from his—ahem—coma.
Finally, the day came when she could see him again. She had the next three days off and wanted to spend every one of them with Jayce.
She boarded the train for Back Bay Station, and the three-hour trip seemed to take ten. Then she grabbed her backpack and, for the heck of it, donned her Fitbit before running to the Fierros’ home in the South End. She may have banged on the door a little too enthusiastically because she heard Jayce’s voice calling out, “I’m coming. I’m coming. Hold your horses.” It was the most beautiful sound she could have imagined.
He threw open the door, and with a grin on his face, he spread his arms wide. She jumped, and he caught her, pulling her inside and then spinning her around.
Without putting her down, he fused his lips to hers. She practically melted down his body until her feet reached the floor. When they finally managed to pull apart, she asked, “Where are your parents? I want to say hello.” Then she whispered, “Before we get too carried away.”
With a twinkle in his eye, he said, “They’re off looking at colleges with Luca. We’re alone.”
“Did he decide to go to college instead of the police academy?”
Jayce closed the door and then grabbed her hand, speaking as he led her toward the stairs. “They’ve reached a compromise. He’ll look at colleges that have a good program in law enforcement. If he still likes it when he gets out, they won’t stop him, and he’ll be in a better position for promotions. My parents see promotions as meaning desk jobs, but Luca sees them as a way to become a detective faster.”
“Everybody wins,” Kristine said.
When they reached the basement, Jayce lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the L-shaped sofa. He threw off the pillows and laid her down. Then he crawled over her like a predator eyeing its prey.
Lowering his weight upon her, he asked, “Am I too heavy?”
She stroked his muscular biceps, enjoying the feel of their hardness under her fingers. “Well, I wouldn’t want you sitting on my head or shoulder anymore. But I think I can handle the weight like this.”
He grinned, looking at her with a soft glow in his eyes, and lowered his head to capture her lips. She threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and opened her mouth to welcome his tongue.
Heat sprang up between them as their passion flared. They had both been waiting so long for this.
Jayce unbuttoned Kristine’s jeans, and she returned the favor. They pushed, pulled, and scrambled out of their clothing until everything hit the floor except for Kristine’s fitness tracker. She checked the number and said with a sly smile, “Let’s leave this on, just for fun.”
Jayce seem to understand what she wanted to do. The device would measure how many calories they’d burn by how much energy they’d expend. He laughed and then proceeded to devour each of her breasts like a starving man. She arched and moaned as the sensations created a visceral tug all the way to her core. Her womb fluttered and produced a feeling she’d never experienced with anyone but Jayce. “I love you,” she murmured.
He lifted his head and stared into her eyes as he said, “I love you too. So much more than I realized.” Then he crawled further down her body, planting kisses on her hot skin along the way. When he reached her pussy, he licked the folds and at last zeroed in on her clit.
Kristine almost jackknifed off the couch. He flicked her clit with his tongue until she came apart, screaming. There were no words to describe the ecstasy she experienced with him. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath.
Jayce grabbed his T-shirt. “Lift up your pretty bottom for me.” She barely had the strength to move but managed to elevate her dead weight on rubber legs.
He stuffed his shirt beneath her and crawled up over her body until they were nose to nose. Then he kissed her again and positioned his cock at her opening.
He entered her reverently, pushing himself all the way to the hilt. His erection was long, thick, and hard as a spike. She moaned as she welcomed all of him. He began his rhythm of thrusts, and she matched it. Meanwhile he bore down on her clit with his pelvis.
The fluttering sensations started up again, and she lifted her hips to make the connection again and again. The ancient dance followed its natural course, each body rocking and connecting with the other as deeply as it could.
Kristine’s sensations built again, and before she knew it, she was on the precipice of another climax. As her orgasm exploded, her spirit took off and flew. It felt as if she had left her body.
When she finally returned to earth, she could hardly describe what had just happened.
Instead of worrying about it, she watched Jayce’s reaction. He stiffened, and his eyes scrunched shut. His mouth open, he jerked into her several times. Then he let his head drop down, and he panted. When he finally lifted his face, he was grinning at her.
After only a brief respite, they made love again—and again.
