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I don’t want this to end, but Jack echoes what I already know.
“We’ve got forever if you want it, not just a few hours,” he tells me, burying his face in my chest and working his way up to my neck.
I shiver under his touch, then tense again suddenly, feeling like I can’t hold back the tidal wave of emotion I feel for him.
I can’t hold back against him giving me the same.
It’s our first climax together and it isn’t our last either.
He says my name, and I hear his own called from my lips as I shudder, helpless against the waves of ecstasy enveloping us both.
Feeling him stiffen to a new level, there’s a new place in me that feels him. Somewhere I never knew existed until we both feel it.
“Ah, Jesus!” he gasps, swearing again under his breath as I swoon, gripping me by the hips with his strong hands and thrusting, again and again, to hold the sensation between us.
Letting me feel how he wants every day from now on to end, and it’s the one thing I’ll always crave myself.
The only thing I’ll ever want from him, feeling him inside me like this.
Knowing I’m his and he’s mine.
No more doubts.
No more questions.
It’s a space my brain will have to get used to, but Jack’s wide eyes meeting mine as we slump exhausted together tell me he feels the same.
Once he recovers his breath, he gasps how much he loves me.
Tells me so with a dozen kisses, a kiss for each word, each promise.
Promising me he’s my first and last. That I’m his only.
“When we land, I’ll get you ten dozen roses,” he sighs. “A gallon of French perfume.”
“We’ll go shopping and you can have anything you want, whenever you want, wherever you want,” he laughs to himself.
I feel flattered, and I like the idea but I’m also wondering what just happened to us.
What happened to that feeling we just shared, and I tell him so.
“I thought we had something a bit more than just stuff going on?” I remind him, pulling him close for another kiss, sharply drawing a breath as I feel him tense inside me all over again.
“I only want Jack the man, and I only want him to want me,” I remind him gently.
“Too much?” he asks me, almost bashfully, wincing.
“I just want you to know-” he starts to remind me. “I just wanna show you-”
“You already have,” I whisper to him, holding him tight as we both feel the jet pitch to the left for a bit, and Jack uses gravity to turn me on my side. Filling me with himself until we share another powerful climax a few hundred or maybe it’s a few thousand miles in the sky, I can’t tell.
Losing track of time as we lay in each other’s arms I could float with Jack forever, but we both eventually sense the little plane starting to tilt and gradually descend.
“Time to go home,” Jack muses to himself, turning to glance at me and smiling.
There’s no rush or any real urgency about getting out of bed, getting dressed, or anything else.
Everything with Jack feels like it’s running on his schedule.
And in his own words, now that it includes me, forever and always. Not bound up with hours and minutes.
I try telling myself it’s that simple, but the gnawing anxiety of my daily life feels like it’s rushing up towards me quicker than any jet coming in for a soft landing.
“What’s the matter?” Jack asks, full of concern once he senses my shift in mood.
I take a breath in, hugging his arm and stretching a little under the covers, not wanting any of this to end.
I open my mouth to tell him I’m fine, but he knows me well enough by now.
He knows me better than anyone already.
“You don’t have to rush back into anything, Olivia. You can stay here with me, like this if you want. All day, every day,” he tells me sincerely.
Something about the look in his eyes tells me he doesn’t just mean every word, but that he’s half expecting me to agree with him. To beg him to keep me like this, in bed, intertwined with him in the sheets forever.
Nothing and nobody else.
For someone who was determined to remind me I didn’t need to rush into anything with him, Jack’s doing a pretty good job at convincing me to stay there.
All with a single look.
Damn you, Jack Mercury. Damn you for being so freaking perfect.
For making me fall in love with you so easily.
Damn you in the best possible way.
I hardly form the thought when he’s already leaning over and kissing me again like he’s already a new hemisphere in my brain.
The Jack lobe, or the Mercury cortex.
Whatever it is, it’s sending me floods of the best feelings I’ve ever had in my whole life.
