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‘Yeah,’ he growls, tapping a finger to my nose. ‘But so, so cynical.’
‘I’m not cynical. I’m just realistic. All that happily-ever-after crap might be great for some people but it’s definitely not for me.’
‘You don’t want happily-ever-after?’
‘I think my version of happily-ever-after just takes a different approach.’
‘Yeah?’
I nod. ‘But that doesn’t matter. That’s just the kind of thing we don’t need to discuss.’ I smile at him sweetly. ‘In fact, the less discussion we have, the better.’
He laughs. ‘So you’re just going to use me for sex?’
He latches his hands behind my back, pulling me against his body. My heart forgets to beat.
‘That’s the plan.’ My voice is husky.
‘Starting now?’
Happiness blasts through me. ‘Unless you’ve got something better to do?’
?
?Jessica, I can honestly say there’s nothing I’d rather do right now than be with you.’ He moves his hips so I can feel the hint of his arousal. Heat rushes my body. ‘I’m glad you came up with this...proposal.’
‘It’s definitely one of my better ideas,’ I agree, moving my hands to his waistband and undoing the button there. Now that he’s agreed I feel a thousand and one things. Relief, anticipation, adrenalin, pleasure, relaxed. I feel as if the anxiety of the time with my family is completely offset by the pleasure of being with Zach. It’s like the piece of the puzzle that was missing. Suddenly, the looming time until Christmas no longer fills me with a sense of dread.
Impatience zips through me. I’m an addict, I’ll freely admit it, but now I’ve hooked myself up with a source of supply, I can relax. I’ll wean myself, at some point.
I smile as I push his pants lower, pleasure at what’s coming exploding through me. He pushes at the straps of my dress, his own needs making his movements jerky, his actions rushed. The straps slide lower, revealing my naked breasts; he swears and drops his head so our foreheads are pressed together, breath mingled. His hands find my hips and rest there, his fingertips beating a tattoo against my skin, his eyes shut for a second.
I don’t think about the fact that if I hadn’t come up with this idea I never would have seen him again. I don’t think about the fact that I might be more addicted to him than he is me. In this moment, I’m certain nothing and no one will ever be able to hurt me.
CHAPTER SIX
I’M KING OF the world all over again. I push up onto my elbows so I can see her better, watching as her body shifts with each breath in and out, the movement of her breasts rapid as she struggles to regain her breath.
Fuck.
I love being with her.
I’m so freaking glad she came here this afternoon. I honestly thought she was going to pitch me her business, ask me to buy in, which is something I’ve been seriously considering anyway. I didn’t expect, for even a second, that she’d pitch me this instead. But it’s honestly exactly what I wanted. I’d been thinking the same thing—why can’t we keep having sex? Why cap something so great at just a couple of nights?
We’re both adults. We can play by the rules—so long as we both know what they are from the outset. And we do. We’ve been so clear. This is a foolproof situation.
I lift a finger to her nipple, tracing the areola, smiling as she slides her eyes towards mine. Her skin lifts into a delicate web of goosebumps. I lean forward and trace her other nipple with my tongue, delighting in the way she sucks in a sharp breath. We’ve been doing this for hours. The sun is low in the sky, the light outside fading, but here in my apartment time seems to have stopped. We could have been doing this for three days, for all I know.
There’s a laziness to my touch now—relaxed and indolent, because I know there’s no rush. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve felt that. I’m always conscious of a ticking clock. When I’m with a woman, I know it will be just one night, possibly two, but definitely not more. Knowing I have the luxury of exploring her body is new and I relish the prospect of discovering everything I can about Jessica Johnson. In bed. She’s made it clear discussion isn’t what she’s after, and thank God for that. If I thought any part of her wanted some kind of true intimacy, I’d run a mile—no matter how great she is in bed.
I hate that Emily still has the ability to reach into my life and influence me, even to this day, but the truth of the matter is she showed me how stupid it is to put your happiness in another person’s hands.
My lips quirk in a smile as I move lower, kissing Jessica’s flat stomach gently.
I prop my head up to find her watching me. She looks exhausted—and that makes me feel about ten feet tall, because I did that to her. The multiple orgasms and athletic sex have tired her completely. I have the opposite problem—I feel as if I’m just getting started. She is such a match for me, I want to keep exploring this. But there’s no rush, I remind myself. We have days. A week and a half.
That’s a very long time, even with someone like Jessica.
‘How was your dad’s birthday?’
