“I will if you keep that pressure up. I find it hard to get off on top.”
In a heartbeat, Jase had pulled her into his arms and rolled them over. “I meant what I said the other night. If you aren’t getting what you need from me, you just have to tell me.”
She cupped his cheeks. “I liked it. Don’t worry. Just, we don’t have all day to play around.”
Jase grinned and began to move again. “So, what’s your fast fuck, guaranteed to come, position?”
Cerys felt her skin mottle with embarrassment at the question, but it was a genuine one, so she answered it honestly. “Move up my body a little higher, and then reach down and grab behind my knee and pull it up tightly by your side.”
Jase did what she asked without hesitation. “Like this?” he asked.
“Yes,” she let out on a gasp. “Just like that.”
“Slower or faster?”
“Faster.”
She grabbed his face, pulled his mouth to hers for a soul-destroying kiss as he thrust powerfully into her. Her pulse raced in her throat. That he wanted to do what worked for her melted her heart.
“Fuck, Cerys. I’m getting close. Are you with me?”
“Yes. I’m nearly there.”
Closing her eyes, she focused on the sensation of his dick drawing back her lips as he surged into her. How he reached that place inside that made her squirm with pleasure. She focused on the way Jase smelled of musk and morning and faded cologne. The warmth of his body pressed up against hers. The way he held her body for his use and their pleasure.
The orgasm unfurled deep within her, like a butterfly opening its wings for the first time. A light flutter that transformed into the mighty whoosh of wings. “Jase,” she cried, as she raced over the edge.
She opened her eyes in time to see him strain with his own orgasm. To see the corded veins in his neck stand out as he tipped his head back and groaned.
“Morning,” he muttered breathlessly as he settled his head on the pillow next to her.
“Morning,” she said, cradling him in her arms, slowly running her fingers through his hair.
“Can we just stay here like this all day?” His voice muffled by the pillow. “I really like your bed.”
Cerys grinned. “Sorry, rock star. We need to shower, eat, get you to your hotel for clean clothes, and do your vocal exercises.”
“Christ,” Jase said, lifting up onto one elbow. “Thought letting you and Little Jase spend some time together might put you in a less demanding mood.”
“Oh my God,” she said playfully. “Stop. Calling. It. Little. Jase.”
He tapped a finger on the end of her nose. “You’re right. I’m messing with you. Let’s go shower.”
An hour later, they arrived at the studio.
“Well done,” Jase congratulated as she pulled into a parking space.
“For what?”
“We didn’t get beeped at once this morning. You’re getting driving on the wrong side of the road mastered.”
She grinned and slapped his arm. “Next time, you can walk. Or get a cab.”
Jase leaned in and kissed her. “We both know you don’t mean that.”
When he kissed her like that, with soft lips and open eyes filled with hope, she couldn’t resist. “You’re right. I don’t.”
“Good. Because tonight, I want you to drive me to the hotel, help me pack and checkout, and then move into yours.”
“You do?”
“I do. I’ve got less than a week left, Cerys. And then you’ve got another month here before you return home, and I can see you again. I don’t want to waste time worrying about when we get to spend time together . . . even if all we do is fall into an exhausted pile in bed at the end of the day.”
Her mind lit up like a pinball machine. There was so much to process in his words. He was leaving. She was staying. He saw something beyond now for the two of them.
“Say something, Cerys. Because it feels like a pretty big wave with you sitting there with your mouth open and eyes wide.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, shaking off her shock. “Yes. I’d like that. I can definitely help you pack.”
Jase cupped her cheek. “But that’s not what made you freak out.”
“I didn’t freak out. You caught me off guard.”
“About what?”
“You. Me. Us. Beyond being here.”
“I can’t fall in love with you if I don’t see you ever again after I leave here, Cerys.”
Her heart dropped.
“Plus, Little Jase isn’t ready to—”
“Stop,” she said, placing her palm across his mouth.
“Fine.” He kissed her palm and she moved it. “But he’s worried you don’t like him right now. You need to reassure him he didn’t do something wrong.”
Cerys rolled her eyes.
Jase took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, kissing it as his gaze turned serious. “I mean it, Cerys. This goes beyond Detroit, right? Wherever you end up when you move back to the UK, we make something work, right?”
The relief she felt was overwhelming. She hadn’t even been focusing too hard on what came next, still rooted in the early days of the two of them.
“It feels like five minutes since I ran you over, and yet—yes, everything you just said makes absolute perfect sense. And, even crazier, is that falling in love with you seems to be inevitable.”
Jase’s eyes softened. “Unexpected, right?”
Cerys sighed. “Very unexpected.”
“So, I move in tonight. Move out to fly home. And sometime during the month after that, you tell me where you’re going to be living, and we figure out how to make it work, yeah?”
“That’s quite some morning you laid on me, Jase.”
“Yeah, well. Not sure waking up to you snoring in my armpit was how I imagined it was going to go, but there’s a rightness to it I’m not going to fight. Feels like I spent the last twenty years fighting shit that didn’t need fighting.”
Cerys laughed and shook her head. “I’m still baffled by how you can say something that shouldn’t make me feel good about myself, yet does. I was not snoring in your armpit, but I’ll agree with the rightness of it.”
A black town car with the band in it pulled up by the entrance.
“We should go in,” she said.
Once they’d gotten their bags from the car, Cerys hurried to the studio door to get in ahead of the band.
“Morning, Cerys,” Ben said as he tugged his coat collar tight around his neck.
“Morning, guys,” she said.
“Oh, and Cerys,” Jase shouted from where he leaned against the trunk of the car.
“Yeah.”
All eyes turned to look at him. “Little Jase agrees with the rightness of it too.”
Even as her cheeks flushed, and whoops of laughter filled her ears, she grinned as she let herself into the building.
“Cerys, do you have a minute?” Jimmy asked.
“I do. What’s up?”
“Two things. I spoke to my parents about you.”
Since her maternal grandmother had passed away three years earlier, she’d gotten used to a world that was just her and her mum. “How were they?”