Page 21 of Myself

Her hand comes up to my chest. “Jaycent ...”

I pull away and sigh. “I’m sorry.” Placing my forehead against hers, I close my eyes and my heart pounds in my chest. “Ever since I saw you in Panama ... I’ve wanted ...” I pause and take a deep breath. My cock is now hard, and my lips taste of hers. Like the sweetest tasting peach there is. I groan in frustration.

“You’ve what?” she asks softly.

I pull away and look down at her. I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, and it quivers. “I’ve wanted to kiss you.” God, how I’ve wanted that for so long now.

Her eyes grow heavy, and her body shivers against mine. “Kiss me again,” she says, wrapping her arms around my waist.

I cup her face and press my lips to hers once again. Her lips part for me and her tongue meets mine. It’s a soft kiss. Just her lips on mine. Gentle yet earth-shattering all at once. She tilts her head to the side, and her fingers dig into my back. I open my mouth as her tongue touches mine. She moans into my mouth, and my hands slide from her face to her hair. I grip it tightly as my kiss grows heated and needy. My cock hardens, and that feeling I had four years ago comes over me—pure need.

She pulls away quickly and untucks my button up from my slacks. “Becca...” I say, pulling her away from her shaking off my suit jacket. My hands are back in her hair, and I shove her into the door once more. My cock aches for her, and my heart races as if I just ran a marathon.

“Jayce ...” She breathes my name like the wind through the trees. And just like those trees, I bend to her will. I’ve belonged to her for four years; this is what we both want. “Oh, Jayce, I need you,” she says as her hands grow frantic. They undo my belt, and she rips it from the loops before tossing it to the floor by my jacket. The sound of my zipper sliding down makes me groan. Fuck, I’m so hard for her.

She grabs my face and pulls my lips back to hers. I grab her wrists and pin them against her bedroom door. Our lips pull apart at the rattling sound her door makes.

We breathe heavily as we stare at one another. When we don’t hear Ashlyn or Ryder yelling for us, I lean back down to kiss her again, but she yanks her hands from my hold and pushes me away.

She grabs my hand and pulls me into her adjoining bathroom. “Start the shower,” she orders.

“What?” I ask, watching her remove her shirt. I look at her tits in her nude colored bra, and I lick my lips. I can’t wait to have them back in my mouth ...

“Just do it,” she orders.

I open the glass shower door and turn the water on. “Are we taking a shower?” I ask, turning back to face her. She’s removed her bra, and her shorts are on the ground. A pair of baby pink underwear covers her pussy from me, and I’ve never hated clothing more than I do at this moment.

She takes a step toward me and shakes her head. “Do you want them to hear us?” she asks.

“No,” I say softly as my eyes sweep over her perky tits. Her nipples are already hard and begging to be touched. “But I ...” So many memories flood my mind of her and me in the back seat of my car. Can we do this again?

“I want more than a kiss,” she states. “Is a kiss enough for you?”

“No, but I think we need to take it slow,” I say, not knowing where she is at right now. Is this because of Conner leaving? Or is this because she truly wants me?

“Are you seeing someone?” she asks as her eyes widen that that may be a possibility.

“No,” I say quickly, shaking my head.

The corners of her perfect lips lift as she smiles up at me. “Then why would we take it slow? We’ve had sex before, Jaycent.”

“Yes. And look how that turned out.” The next day, she told me to leave her alone. And even though it was hard, I did.

“And just what was that?”

I narrow my eyes on her. Why are we even talking? I should shove her into the wall, rip these panties off, and spread her legs. But this is Becca standing in front of me. She’s not some one-night stand. This is the woman who I love. The one who got away. “You called it a mistake,” I remind her.

“I cheated on Conner,” she snaps.

I grind my teeth together. I wish I could tell her the truth, what he did to her, but it’s saving her a lot of heartache. And it will bring a lot of questions I can’t answer. “So what?” I growl.

She gasps, and her chest moves at the intake of breath. She throws me a look of hatred before she goes to walk past me. I reach out and grab her, pushing her up against the wall. No longer able to take it, my lips are on hers in an instant, and her hands go to my hair.

I hike up her right leg over my hip, and my hand slides down the front of her underwear. I cup her shaved pussy as I nibble on her lip before she pulls away, knocking her head into the wall as I slide a finger into her. She’s so wet. So fucking wet. Just like she was before.

“Jayce, fuck ... Jayce.” She pants.

My lips go to her neck, and her hands go to my hips to pull me to her. I pull my finger out and replace it with two this time. She gasps as she grinds against my hand.

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