“Not God, babe, your fiancé.” I hooked the material aside and pushed two fingers deep inside her. Felicity writhed on the rug, one hand twisted into the thread and one clenched around my forearm.
“Does it feel good?” I curled my fingers and rubbed just how I knew she liked it.
“Yes... Jase, yes...” Her body began to tremble, but I needed more. I needed to taste her.
Yanking my fingers away, I sucked them clean before pulling off my jacket and sweater.
“Hurry,” she whimpered. Desperate. Needy.
I unbuttoned my jeans and shuffled back, giving myself enough room to lower myself onto my elbows, running my nose along her panties. Inching them down her legs, I tasted her, groaning as she hit my tongue. “Best fucking meal I’ve ever tasted.”
“Jason!”
I took another swipe, before tonguing her clit. “You were saying?” I chuckled, reveling in the string of cuss words falling from Fee’s lips.
She tasted so fucking good, I didn’t ever want to come up for air. I licked and teased, circled and sucked. I worked her with my fingers and tongue until she was a breathless mess screaming my name.
“God, Jase,” she rasped, “that was...”
I moved up her body, kissing her deeply. “Just the beginning.”
Felicity
Time stood still; it always did when Jason kissed me. He wasn’t just highly skilled on the field, he was annoyingly good at everything he did—including sex.
I ran my fingers through his hair as his lips devoured mine. The crackle of the fire, the smoky scent in the air, even the soft fur beneath my body, all helped create this little slice of heaven we’d found ourselves in.
“Fuck, Felicity, I’ve missed this... us.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” Pressing my hand to his cheek, I leaned up, kissing him softly, tracing the shape of his lips with my own.
We’d spent time together since the engagement, but not like this. Not away from the fast pace of everyday life.
Jason eased back to remove his jeans. I marveled at his body, every dip and ridge, his perfect physical condition testament to his dedication to the game.
His body was a work of art, and I was the lucky girl who got to touch.
The only girl.
I reached for Jason, needing to feel him close, needing his weight pressing me into the rug and his hips pinning me in place.
I needed to feel owned by him—the man I’d one day call my husband.
“I need you,” I whispered the second he kissed me.
“You have me, Fee, always.” He snagged my left hand and brought it to his mouth. “One day, I’m going to stand in front of all our friends and families and declare you mine until death do us part. But until then, know you own me Felicity Giles, heart, body, and soul.”
Jason slammed inside of me, so hard I cried out. My nails raked down his back as he sealed his promise over and over.
“Nothing,” he kissed me, “nothing will ever feel as good as this. As good as you.” He pulled my legs over his hips, changing the angle.
God, I could feel him everywhere.
“Jason...” I panted, feeling my world grow small. “It’s... God...”
“You’re mine,” he growled, licking my throat, biting the skin there. “Mine, Fee.”
“Always.”
He slowed the pace, rocking into me with torturous restraint, dragging every ounce of pleasure from me as he pushed me toward the precipice of ecstasy.
“I’m so close,” I cried.
“Come for me, babe, come all over my cock.”
His dirty words sent me flying over the edge. I clenched around him, drowning in intense waves of pleasure.
“Fuck, babe... fuck...” Jason’s body locked up and then he unraveled, jerking inside me. He dropped his brow to mine, brushing his nose down my cheek. “You are amazing.”
“You aren’t so bad yourself.”
A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Something tells me I owe Gio big time for this.”
Trailing a finger down his sweaty torso, I laughed softly. “We could’ve locked ourselves away in our apartment.”
“It’s not the same,” he let out a small sigh. “There’s always something. Ash, the team, Coach... our families.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Here, it’s like it's just us and nothing else can touch us. It’s nice.”
Jason’s words touched something inside me. People underestimated how hard it was to be the best, to be loved and adored by thousands of football fans. Everything Jason did or said, every game he played, every practice and night out with the team, he was scrutinized.
And I was the girl by his side.
It wasn’t always easy being in love with an athlete, taking a back seat to the devotion and dedication to their chosen sport. But Jason had proved to me time and time again that I was his priority.
Now I had the ring to prove it.
“I love you,” I whispered.
And his response was the same as always.
“Not nearly as much as I love you.”
Jason
After cleaning up, we raided the refrigerator and cooked spaghetti. Side by side, we worked together to slice the onions and peppers and dice the garlic. Nicco wasn’t lying when he said they’d stocked up. There was everything we could need for at least three or four days. Including some whipped cream and chocolate sauce that I had big plans for later. It was probably meant for the tiramisu, but I knew it would taste better licked off Felicity’s body.
“Hey, look at this,” she said. She was rooting around in one of the drawers, looking for a pasta ladle.
“What is it?” I wiped my hand on a towel and joined her.
“An old photo, look. I think that’s Nicco’s great grandad and maybe his uncles.”
It was a grainy black and white print, but the resemblance was obvious.
“Check out the Fedoras and suspenders.” Holding my arm around Fee’s waist, I pulled her back into my chest.
“They look like something out of a nineteen twenties mob film.”
“Yeah, right,” I chuckled, but something prickled up my spine.
No, they couldn’t be.
Gio would have said something... he would—
Nah.
Nicco wasn’t a mobster. The guy was too gracious and clearly loved up, if the way he gazed at Arianne was anything to go by.
“I don’t know, they seemed kind of cagey.”
“Who? Nicco and Matteo?” I brushed it off. “They were friendly enough.”
“So, you don’t think—”
“No, I don’t.” I pulled the photo from her fingers and shoved it back in the drawer. Felicity glanced up at me and I captured her lips in a bruising kiss.
“Dinner, we have to eat before we—”
I kissed her deeper, turning her into me. Without warning, I picked Felicity up and sat her on the counter, fitting myself between her legs.
“Jason, the sauce...”
“Can wait.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Never claimed to be anything else.” My fingers went to the hem of the oversized shirt she’d pulled on after we’d taken a shower.