Page 42 of The House on Blueberry Lane

“We do things to each other.” He leaned close to her ear and said, “I’m going to make love to you, Velvet.”

“We will have sex,” she countered, releasing his face.

In all the many times their bodies had joined, it had always been about making love—even though he hadn’t realized it. It had never been about just sex and that, he knew, would be his challenge. In making her see what he now knew, what had been true all along.

Jaye wouldn’t waste his time arguing with her. Especially not now. Instead, he would show her. There was no doubt in his mind that over time, his demonstrations would be convincing. He captured her mouth and slid his tongue between lips that easily parted for him. Both passion and greed took over his senses, and he wanted to absorb everything that was Velvet into every part of him. She kissed him back with just as much hunger.

While still kissing her, he reached down and began massaging her clit. Instantly, he felt her body buck beneath his fingers. He felt her grip on his shoulders and didn’t wince when her fingertips dug into his skin. He felt no pain. Instead, he felt pleasure of the most intense kind.

Breaking off their kiss, he whispered against her moist lips. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you and I want you.”

She opened her mouth but whatever she’d intended to say was replaced with a moan when his fingers continued to stroke inside her. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me.”

She held his gaze as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out. Instead of answering, she began moaning again. He didn’t intend to let her off with not telling him what he wanted to know. “Tell me, Velvet.”

She released a deep breath and said, “I want you inside me, Jaye. Real deep.”

“And I will give you what you want,” he whispered huskily, pulling his fingers free and then licking them as she watched, seeing desire darken her eyes.

He eased inside her and when he was halfway there, he pushed deeper with a powerful thrust.

“Jaye!”

When he was as deep as he could go, he began moving and threw his head back to breathe in her scent. Her inner muscles began clenching him hard, then harder.

“Velvet...”

He was thrusting deeply and became wrapped up in passion of the most intense kind. Jaye pounded into her, making sure he hit the right spot, the exact location, to give her ultimate pleasure. Suddenly, she cried out, screaming out an orgasm, and he kept going, going and going.

The sound of her coming apart fueled his need and he thrust even harder. She asked for it hard and, like he told her, he intended to give her everything that she wanted. When she screamed again and her body began bucking beneath him, his own body exploded in what felt like an intense ball of sensuous fire.

It seemed to take forever to conclude their orgasmic high. And when she moaned out his name again, it threw them into another sexual frenzy, which propelled him to take her all over again.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

VELVET SLOWLY OPENED her eyes when she heard the sound of her alarm going off. Then, when she felt a warm hard body pressed against her naked one, she recalled everything about last night and before dawn.

Jaye had stayed the night.

That realization had her pulling herself up in bed to turn off the alarm. She pushed hair back from her face to look down at the man still sleeping. She wasn’t surprised that he’d slept through the alarm. That was a Jaye thing. She’d discovered early in their relationship that he had his own built-in alarm. That’s what he went by and had the ability to tune out any others.

She eased back down, deciding another thirty minutes of snooze time wouldn’t hurt. Turning to face Jaye, she studied his features. No man should look this good while sleeping, and she was convinced the older he got, the more handsome he looked. But then all the Colfax men were totally gorgeous. Even Jaye’s father had a debonair and distinguished look about him.

Velvet’s thoughts shifted to last night. Jaye had said something about getting his fill—well, she’d certainly gotten hers. After the last seven hours, he should be out of her system, and she hoped he was. She recalled once telling Sierra how her hormones had gotten out of whack so bad one night that she’d considered going back to Phoenix for a one-night fling with Jaye just to get a sexual fix and then disappear again.

She wouldn’t need a short-term affair with him, after all. Because of the intensity and frequency of last night’s roll between the sheets, she was confident all her sexual needs and desires were taken care of for another two years. Maybe even more. Jaye had been just that thorough. Now she could begin functioning without her hormones getting the best of her. If that were true, then why was an ache forming between her legs just from laying here, looking at him? And why could she explicitly recall all the times last night when her legs had opened wide and he’d slid inside her, giving her body what it wanted, needed and desired.

While she was staring intently at him, his eyes suddenly opened and her breath caught. She was reminded of other times she had awakened before him and he’d caught her staring. She also recalled what always happened next. He would pull her into his arms, give her a kiss that curled her toes and then make love to her all over again.

“Good morning, Velvet.”

“Good morning, Jaye.”

She didn’t want Jaye to begin thinking that waking up in her bed would become the norm. Last night’s sex marathon had been different. It had been needed, and although she should feel tired, she felt energized and rejuvenated.

“We need to talk, Jaye.”

“First, we need to do this,” he said, pulling her close and taking control of her mouth.

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