Chapter Ten
Jade waited in her pajamas while Jeremy showered. A part of her wished she’d packed something a little sexier to sleep in instead of her sheep pajama bottoms and a tank top that said Bahhh! across the boobs, but she figured—unless he was into farm animals—her pajamas would keep things kosher between them.
Pulling back the covers, she quietly climbed into the queen size bed. The water shut off. Pulling the blankets to her chin, she lay as if she had an iron rod up her ass. A second later, he walked into the room with a towel slung low around his waist. Averting her eyes but peeking through her lashes, she glimpsed the spattering of scars above his left knee.
Drawers opened and closed as she stared at the ceiling and panic set in. What if he expected sex? Little did he know, her private parts were staying safely tucked away in her sheep pants. It wasn’t just that she was waiting on lab work. Sex could really hurt her—in more ways than one.
She was living in an emotional madhouse and wasn’t prepared to let him in yet. There would be no flocking around her sheep pants on this night. She tried not to giggle. You’re such a dork.
The bed dipped and she quickly scooted farther under the covers and turned to her side facing the door. He shut off the light and the room was bathed in darkness. His heavy arm cinched around her waist, dragging her flush to his front.
Oh, God. This was going to require some major self-restraint because he was definitely aroused.
“You’re suddenly quiet,” he whispered next to her ear, smelling of soap and mint.
“Mm-hm.” Goosebumps prickled up her arm as his knuckles brushed the underside of her breast.
“Having second thoughts about sharing my bed?” His fingers teased as he playfully brushed his lips over her earlobe.
Her belly swooned. Be strong! She nervously shook her head, the sound of her hair scratching across the pillowcase overly loud in the shadowy silence.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He gave her hard nipple a quick pinch.
She moaned and reflexively pressed her bottom firmly against his arousal. She had to stop. She could not fool around with him.
His fingers trailed upward between her breasts and followed the collar of her shirt to her shoulder. Chills of excitement chased across her spine as he gently pulled the thin strap down her arm. As the fabric rasped against her skin, exposing one breast, her breathing hitched.
“Is this okay?” The backs of his fingers dragged across the tight bud of her nipple.
She nodded, when, in fact, she needed this to stop before things got out of hand. Tomorrow she’d talk to Derek at the lab and once she knew everything was okay, she and Jeremy could—Shit!—She forgot about her bruised cervix!
How long did Lily say? Two weeks? Three? The mere thought of her battered insides hit her like a bucket of ice water. Traces of someone else, proof of mistreatment and abuse.
Her body stiffened and she could no longer feel his caress or make sense of his words. Her ears buzzed as her breathing quickened. Her throat locked around some ball of emotion trying to get out and she suddenly had the urge to scream.
“Your skin’s so soft.”
His smell enveloped her, familiar and grounding. Teetering between delirium and arousal, she couldn’t stay in one place long enough to find her balance.
The sound of his even breathing and soft whispered words made his touch all the more alluring. Her body relaxed into his heated caresses. Dear God, and the things he was doing to her nipples alone. Applying the slightest pressure to her shoulder, he rolled her to her back and her heart raced as the heat of his mouth closed over her nipple.
It felt good. Tender. Then his weight settled over her and her eyes closed and something changed.
“I can’t sleep with you!” she blurted and he froze.
Lifting his head he blinked those striking green eyes at her. His damp hair was mussed from the pillows. “Do you want me to go to the living room?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean that I, well, I can sleep with you, I just can’t sleep with you.”
He chuckled and gently chafed his five o’clock shadow across the tip of her breast. “Okay. Do you want me to stop what I was doing?”
Why did he have to ask such difficult questions?
“I can keep things under control, Jade. I’m in no rush. I can keep the game in the north court.”
She moaned, as he brushed his lips suggestively across her breast. She wanted to fool around within the bounds of Lily’s rules, but she was afraid she might freak out. There was a very strong probability she was losing her mind.
“We can still enjoy ourselves.” He pulled her other strap down her other arm, fully exposing her breasts.
His sense confidence was something she craved, but her stupid issues were getting in the way. She didn’t want to stop him. Especially because this was how she wanted him, confident, authoritative, hot. Saying no could give him the wrong message and mess up all future hook ups.
“Remember the other day, when I made you come?” His voice rumbled as he licked the outline of her areola.
Guilt crashed over her. She should have never faked an orgasm with him, but she didn’t want to give the impression she was frigid or suffering some form of post-traumatic stress. She just wanted to be normal, damn it!
“We managed just fine while keeping ourselves half-clothed. Let me make you feel good again, baby.” His hand drifted to the apex of her thighs and she reflexively arched her back, her heart racing. “Is that a yes? I’ll tell ya, I had planned to let you get some sleep, but then I saw these sexy pajamas and I couldn’t resist. I must have a fetish for sheep.”
She laughed causing his hand to press more firmly against her sex. “Maybe you were a naughty farmer in a past life.”
So long as there was no penetration they should be fine and she really wanted to have an orgasm with him so she could erase the memory of the fake one.
“Or maybe it has to do with the sexy woman in my bed wearing cartoon barnyard animals. Can I keep going? I promise I won’t pillage your flock.”
His fingers found the niche of her pussy and he applied the perfect amount of pressure. Jade’s panties dampened and her knees drifted farther apart, the allure of normal experiences arousing her more than anything else.
“Yes,” she answered in a hoarse voice sounding nothing like her own.
“Good girl.” His mouth latched onto her nipple, causing a sob of pleasure to escape her lips as his fingers rubbed over her pajama pants.
He was so controlled and so in charge. All her fantasies didn’t do him justice. She never knew what to expect with him. Sometimes he was tender and drugging, while other times he was forceful and firm.
His mouth tugged at her sensitive breasts as his body moved over hers. The ridge of his cock delved into the dimple of fabric between her thighs. Running her fingers over his defined shoulders, she clung to him, as his mouth worked up her throat to her ear.
The pleasure built and with each pulsing wave, her desire grew. It was going to happen this time. Digging her heels into the mattress to meet his blunted thrusts, she moaned as his teeth gently tugged at her ear and his fingers pinched her flesh.
The pressure grew as their pace increased. The friction against her clit, coupled with his licking, kissing, nibbling, and moaning had her panting, begging he keep going. He worked his way back to her breast and held them together in his large hands.
“I could spend days here.”
Lacking any obvious inhibitions, he bent and sucked hard on her nipples, plumping her breast, massaging, all the while grinding his arousal against her core. The pleasure left her dizzy.
Brushing his lips to her nipple, he growled. “You’re so fucking hot.” His lips crashed against hers in a frantic kiss.
Senses on overload, her body continued to peak. He gave a deep, long moan into her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers as his body trembled. Dampness seeped through her pajama pants.
She called his name, moaning deeper each time it passed her lips. It had to be him, this spell he wrapped around her, so safe and secure. His touch and need, subdued by their juvenile petting and grinding was so erotic it threw her right into sweet release. Her leg muscles locked as he rubbed over her, finishing himself, and shattering the last of her control.
Victory!
As waves of ecstasy crashed through her veins her mind rejoiced. She wasn’t broken. She wasn’t frigid. She was still a functioning woman capable of sexual response—when the man was the one she wanted.
Trembling, they looked at each other, breathing hard, eyes glazed, shaking from the aftermath of their joint orgasms. We’re amazing together.
Smiling, he softly kissed her. “That was incredible.”
Immensely relieved, she smiled. “You have no idea.”