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I nod my head, slightly, then more vigorously to confirm. “I want this. I want… you. I want you.” My final statement is confident and sure.
Emotion flickers over Warren’s face and I sense this action is something he would never take lightly. This means to him what it does to me. It’s real.
It may be the most real thing I’ve ever had.
Warren braces against one of his forearms, his other hand wrapped around my thigh, holding me in the most intimate embrace.
And then, with our eyes locked on each other’s, he enters me one slow inch at a time. He’s big. Bigger than any man I’ve had before and I never thought I would care, but as it turns out… it mattered.
I gasp his name and he moans, “Janie.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he moves back and forth, in and out. His big arms move around my body, touching every bit of me that he can find while he moves inside of me.
The tight hold he keeps on my leg only intensifies the intimacy, but it’s the look in his eyes that has the heat and emotions of the moment building quick.
I feel a rush of heat before I’m ready, but I can’t stop the onslaught of what comes. I cry out lightly as I come, and Warren continues to hold me in a loving embrace.
He switches our position, his hold on me loosening so that he can lay us on our sides, and I keep my leg wrapped around him, allowing myself to just feel him still moving in me. Our eyes lock and the warring emotion in his has mine heating with tears.
I don’t know how to explain the depth of emotion, the pulsing of my heart ramps up and I feel him push deeper into me.
“Janie,” he groans and takes my lips in an almost punishing kiss. His arms wrap around me once more and the tight embrace, the hold he keeps, makes everything more intimate.
Justmore.
He hooks his hand around my leg, bringing us somehow closer together and he comes with a low moan, biting my lip in the process and a rush of exhilaration hits me, making my body tremble all over again.
I cry out with him and when we finally settle, I take my first deep breath in minutes and wonder if this is what it’s like to actually make love.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“My thoughts about you are frightening but precise
I can see the house on the hill where we make our own vegetables out back
and drink warm wine out of jam jars
and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up
when you make me feel like myself again.”
-Yrsa Daley-Ward
Warren
After the most mind-blowing, unforgettable sex I’ve ever had, I wander into Jane’s bathroom to find some sort of rag to clean her with. She lies boneless on the bed, still catching her breath. I smile.
Jane may not have realized it, but she was very expressive in her emotions when she was having sex. Her moans, her sounds, the way she moved and responded to me; fuck. I’d never forget it.
I wanted a repeat of it.
Right now.
But first, I would be a gentleman and clean up my lady, then I would lie there with her and we could talk or sleep or what the fuck ever. Just so long as she didn’t ask me to leave.
I pause, running a rag I found under the sink in the warm water.
Would she ask me to leave?
