Page 93 of Crimson Love

Jett

“R oll over, baby.” Lennon is naked with her back to the middle of the bed. Her hair is a gorgeous mess fanned around her head. Her dark eyes widen in the shadowed room as she bites her lip when I tell her what to do.

I lean down and press my lips to hers. “You can do it.”

She drags her fingernails across my jaw. “I’m glad you think so. Tell me why.”

I pause for a beat but lower my body to hers. We’re fused as one in every way but the way I really want to be.

In due time.

I’m quickly learning that when I’m with her, for the first time in my life, I don’t even give a shit about my destination. I want the journey.

Don’t get me wrong. I want the end for me too. Hell, I crave the fucking end. From the first time I kissed her, it’s the forefront of everything I do and think.

Get chased off the road by a semi ... is it too soon to make her mine?

Petrov gets thrown in jail ... I can’t wait to be inside her again to show her how a real man treats a woman.

In a meeting with the board of directors ... I need to taste her again before I fuck her into tomorrow’s sunrise.

The list of things I can teach her has become a long one. There’s no end in sight as to the time I need for us to experience everything I’ve imagined.

“You really want me to tell you why?” I press my bare, rock-hard dick against her pussy and grind into her clit. Her heartbeat speeds against my chest. “I don’t know where to start.”

Her breath is quicker than normal. “Yes, tell me why. I can’t stop thinking about this. Being right here with you again. I hate that I’m behind in life, but I’ve never been happier than I am to be here with you. So I want to know ... why.”

I hike a brow. “You want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

She hesitates and nods. It’s small and shy.

But hell, if she wants to know, I’m happy to tell her.

I drag a hand down her side, slide it under the small of her back, roll, and take her with me. I feel it in my side where I’m still healing.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Jett.”

“I’m fine.” I pull at her knees and hike her legs up my side. When we first met, the main topic between us was my transplant. Between Petrov, her father, and Stonebridge, talk of my kidney has been set aside. I might’ve had major life-saving surgery, but it’s been long enough. I feel healthy and strong for the first time in years. “There. Now we can talk ... and play.”

“Play?”

I lift my knees and spread my legs to hold her where she is. She’s forearms to the bed on either side of my head, and her ass is in the air. I drag my hand down her bare back. She clenches when I feel my way dangerously close to her ass on the way to her pussy. “I wanted you face down, but I think I like this better. I can see your beautiful face.”

Her breath shallows as I plunge two fingers easily inside her. She’s drenched. A little moan slips through her lips and her body tenses.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. I thought I was as hard as a rock before. Playing with you might be the easiest and hardest thing I’ve ever done. I can’t wait to be inside you. You don’t know how much I want to ditch the condoms.”

“Dangerous,” she mutters that one word as her eyes fall shut as she shifts on my hand. I feel my way to her clit and give it the attention she wants.

“Maybe.” I give her clit two more firm swipes but then let up. My touch on her goes muted and soft. Her eyes fly open, and I can’t help but smile as my touch goes from sixty all the way down to an idle. “I can’t help it. I see things that I’ve never seen. Things in my future that I’ve never wanted before. I went from fighting for my life in the Army to fighting for my life waiting for a kidney I never thought would appear. I’m healthy and not on the battlefield. And you’re here.”

“I’m here alright.” She shifts her hips back and forth to create some friction between my hand and her pussy. “And even in the position you have me in, I’ve never felt safer.”

“That will never change as long as I’m by your side.” I swirl my finger at her opening and lightly brush her clit. “You want to come?”

Her eyes widen. “Well ... yeah.”

I brush her hair from where it hangs between us and gather it at the roots at her neck. “Then move, baby. I want you to find it.”