“Anything for you, honey.” I pull back, teasing her to the edge. Her heels dig in just under my ass, hinting to return, and I give in, pushing forward to fill her once again. Her head tips as her back arches. She’s a cat in heat, no longer curious but craving. Her fingertips tickle up my back, and I repeat the rhythm of dragging to the end before delving deep. We continue this beat, and I notice Bee’s eyes open, staring off to the side of the room.
“Whatcha looking at, honey?” I ask, wanting her attention on me. I’m worried I’m losing her even though her body keeps pace with mine. When I turn my head, I see what she sees. With the moonlight streaming in her room, there’s a vision reflected in the floor-length mirror of me over her, entering her. My arm pillars me upward, giving only a hint of her breast near my forearm. Her hip hides my thigh, but there’s no doubt where we join, where one body leads and the other accepts. It’s a vision, and our eyes meet in the mirror. “Like what you see?”
Her sly smile grows as her eyes spark like polished silver in the sliver of light illuminating the space before the mirror.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say to her reflection. I turn my head back, so she’ll look up at me over her. “You’re everything to me.”
“Jedd,” she quietly moans, and the sound sets me off. I increase the pace, tapping into her with more enthusiasm. “Jedd, Jedd, Jedd,” she repeats my name, matching the thrusts as her eyes roll back again.
“I want it all,” I demand. “Touch yourself.”
Her eyes pop open, hesitation in them.
“Get there. Help me.” If I move my arm, I’ll collapse over her, putting all my weight on her in this position. I don’t want to rotate. I don’t want to move. I just want to feel her explode around me.
“I’ve never…not like this…I just…”
“Do it,” I demand, my hips rushing, my heart racing. My back prickles, and I’m getting close. Her fingers skitter down her belly, pausing near the fine hairs before slipping lower. I’m losing control as I watch her hesitate, watch her experiment. Her fingers brush against me entering her, and I can’t hold it together any longer.
“Dammit,” I hiss, stilling the majority of my body as only two parts pulse: my heart and my dick, both racing out of control. Her fingers are trapped between us, and then she groans. A tightening occurs. A clench. A clasp, and I experience something I’ve never experienced—utter bliss.
Bee holds me inside, refusing to release me until we both are drained. When I feel her relax, I collapse over her. Pressing my nose to her neck, I give her a brief kiss and then tug us both to our sides. Her leg hitches over my hip, keeping us attached as I pull her to my chest.
Her lips move near my left ear, and I feel her breath, but I can’t hear what she says, if she’s even speaking. Her arm tightens around my neck, and she presses to my chest. My brows pinch, sensing I’m losing her to her thoughts while her body continues to hold me.
“Don’t let me go,” I say, and her lips move on my ear again, but I don’t know what she’s said.
Chapter Thirty
[Beverly]
Never, I whisper in response, knowing he can’t hear me after whispering other things I don’t think he’s heard.
I love you.
Nothing else will ever be enough.
Don’t leave me.
The second we finish, fear consumes me. Will he regret this? Will he change his mind? Will he leave me behind? These are ridiculous thoughts after the passion of the moment, yet my mind can’t stop racing as I hold my body tight against his. His fingers trace up my spine, tickling my skin, and I shiver.
“What’s this?” he mutters, and I shake my head, blinking back loose tears. I’m overwhelmed by everything. His closeness. His words. What we did. “Beverly, look at me.”
Releasing my arms from his neck, I pull back, thankful for the darkness, although the moon still illuminates a sliver of the room. My eyes catch the brightness reflected by the mirror. I’d never done anything like that before, watched myself. Watching Jedd do what we did, it was out of body, otherworldly, and definitely a little dirty, yet I don’t feel soiled. I feel liberated, my body loose and relaxed despite my galloping heart and stinging tears.
“Whatcha thinking, Bee?”
I love you.
“Just a little…” I don’t know how to explain myself. “Overcome is all.” I expect a sarcastic retort. Some joke about coming and such, but his thick thumb brushes my cheek as if he understands.
Then, he says, “I’m not going anywhere,” like he’s read my thoughts.
I nod to acknowledge I heard him, but he still asks, “Did you hear me, Bee? Are you listening? I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere.”
The dam on my tears breaks, and more rebellious drops escape. Jedd pulls me back to him, scooping one leg over his hip and securing me to his chest with his arm around my back. He doesn’t speak, and I’m relieved as I can’t find the words to talk.
Eventually, Jedd gives in to the embrace, settling slowly into sleep while I remain awake. My body is tired but not my thoughts, so I continue to lie against him. At some point, he slips free of me, and I snuggle to his side, the damaged limb between us. My fingers stroke over his bicep, noting the difference between his two arms. He’s still bulky, but I can feel how one is leaner than the other, which isn’t noticeable on sight. Cupping my palm over the stump, I outline the tug of skin, the severed bone, and my heart aches for new reasons.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Jedd works so hard. His thoughts are constantly positive, his outlook carefree. I don’t want to question his nomad spirit as he’s planted in the stable on my property, but a familiar tug in my chest tells me not to invest in him. Take tonight for what it was—a desperate woman seducing a beautiful man after a romantic gesture.
I sigh as I release his arm, tucking my own to my chest. Still wanting to touch him, I loop my ankle over his leg, and he adjusts his foot in his sleep, allowing us to hook feet, roots entwining.
I wake when lips brush over my shoulder.
“Good morning,” I whisper, though I’m uncertain Jedd hears me. His lips linger on my skin as I clear my throat and try again, but still, the greeting comes out groggy and rough.
“A man could get used to this,” he responds, rubbing his hand down my arm before reaching up for my hair and pinching the ends with his fingers. His eyes eventually land on mine, and he smiles, which lights up his face. I reach up to cup his jaw, drawing him to me, and we kiss. I’m not a fan of morning kisses—because morning breath—but I wouldn’t dismiss this tender exchange for a tube of toothpaste.
As with previous kisses, we start out slow, taking out time, but something in me snaps, and slow turns to brisk, then a shift of my hips, and the next thing I know I feel like I’m sprinting—over his lips, over his pelvis. Jedd settles to his back as I straddle him, his solid length underneath me.
“Bee.” Jedd chuckles through the nickname but doesn’t stop me. His hand swipes through my hair before slipping down to my hip, encouraging me to glide over him. After two slow drags, it isn’t enough. I tip my hips to find the edge of him and press. Jedd easily slides in.