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“Jett?”
“You’re not…” But she seemingly is. “Still a…virgin?”
Slowly, she bites her lips. Then she nods.
Holy shit.
And yet, she came here to spend a week with me, knowing full well I intended to fuck her?
That small, problem-solving corner of my brain is working overtime to figure out if that means what I desperately want it to. The rest of me has shoved off all mental protective gear.
I’m dying to be her first.
If I play this right, will I be her only?
At that notion, my heart thuds and thumps. Waiting doesn’t feel like an option. Sure, we could talk, but I don’t want to give her any reason—or opportunity—to get away.
“Oh, princess.” I nudge inside her, incrementally working my way through her slick clasp until I lunge deep into her with one softly insistent thrust. Then I rock my hips forward, pressing as far into her as I can. “Now you’re mine.”
Finally.
If she has any objection, I don’t want to hear it in this moment. At least this once, I want the fuck of my fantasies, where I’m deep inside her, bareback, for the first time, and she’s with me, thrust for thrust, cry for cry, all the way to the scratching, hoarse-throated, cataclysmic end.
She lets out a soft, shuddering breath, her eyes sliding half shut.
“Right?” I prompt as I withdraw from her so slowly I groan the question.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “You, Jett.”
“That’s right.” I glide back in and set up a rhythm I suspect will unravel her restraint. “How long have you belonged to me?”
Her lashes flutter open. I see tears swimming there. “Always.”
That’s it. With one trembling admission, there’s no denying she still owns my heart, too.
I dreamed up this scheme to indulge my every desperate desire, to show her what she was missing, to purge her from my system once and for all.
She’s felled me instead. Now, my only hope is to fight to keep her.
“And I’m yours.” I press inside her again, deeper, deeper, where she’s so fucking sweet. Where I want to live. Where no man has been.
“Jett…”
I hear the pleading in her voice. My thrusts pick up speed, and she rewards me with a gasp. Her fingers curl around my shoulders. Her thighs do the same to my hips, as if she can hold me against her and keep me here forever.
I sink deeper into Whitney. Not literally, since I’m already as deep into her as I can be. But figuratively, viscerally, emotionally. And I drown. If she’s how I’m going to die, I’ll go gratefully and willingly, ending my time on earth a happy man.
I grip her hip with one hand and grab a fistful of her hair with the other, forcing her to look right into my eyes. “I never stopped loving you.”
The tears spill over. “I never stopped, either.”
Oh, fuck. That sends my heart careening.
I bang into her again, each stroke faster and more insistent than the last. “You really love me?”
Whitney hesitates, then she nods and lets out a low moan full of need and pain.
“Answer me,” I bark. “Say it.”
“I love you,” she cries out, holding me tighter, pressing kisses across my shoulder and into my neck.
That’s all I needed to hear. “I love you, too.”
And I’m never letting her go. I don’t give two fucks who she’s engaged to, she’s marrying me. And I hope like hell she’s not on birth control because I’m going to do my level best to get a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly this week.
She’s never getting away again.
“Oh, princess.” I shuttle into her faster, faster. My lungs work like a bellows.
“Jett!” she screams seconds before her pussy grips me like a vise, her body jerks, and a low groan tears from her throat.
I keep pace, doing my best to prolong her pleasure, but I can’t hold out anymore, not physically. Orgasm is going to run me over, ruin me, and it will be the most delicious end ever.
But I can’t resist emotionally, either. Whitney has my heart; she always has. I’ve been lying to myself about that for far too long.
As she grips me tighter, the wave crests over me, too. I’m suspended in a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Lights flash behind my eyes. There’s a buzzing in my brain. Every part of me from top to toe pings electric. I clutch Whitney and let go, pouring every bit of myself into her.
There’s no denying it now; I’m hers forever.
And there’s no going back.
Clinging and kissing, we come down together, hearts racing, breaths harsh. As if by some unspoken understanding, our gazes connect.
We both know everything has changed.
“Did that really just happen?” she whispers. “Did you tell me you love me?”
A little grin flits at my mouth. Honestly, I haven’t smiled much in years, and it feels good. “Yeah. As we were having sex.”
