Page 64 of The House on Blueberry Lane

“Only when you’re that woman,” he said, moving straight for his bedroom.

When they reached it, he placed her on her feet beside the bed and began devouring her mouth in ways he felt in every part of his body. And she was kissing him back and their tongues mingled greedily like this would be the only time they had. But he’d heard her say there were no longer any limitations until he left. Little did she know that he didn’t intend to leave without her.

If she truly wanted to make Catalina Cove her home, then this was where they would both be. In fact, when she’d mentioned she wanted oceanfront property in Reid Lacroix’s proposed housing development, he made arrangements with Reid to purchase it. If they didn’t live in the cove permanently, it would certainly serve as their special vacation getaway.

He deepened their kiss and felt her immediate response. She tasted delicious, and her mouth was so hot it was practically burning his. It had always been this way when their mouths mated.

Jaye broke off the kiss when he felt her hand fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. He knew what she wanted and tonight and the days that followed he would give her whatever she wanted and whenever she wanted it.

He began undressing her, pulling her blouse over her head and tossing it onto a chair nearby. He removed her bra easily, and seeing the lush twin mounds, he knew he had to give them both quick licks before removing the rest of her clothing. Then, he made quick work of removing her jeans and sexy barely-there undies. When she stood before him completely naked, he removed his own clothes while she watched.

Jaye liked the intensity of her gaze, and as he removed each piece, she reached out and stroked him. First, his chest and shoulders. When she reached for his erection with warm hands, he sucked in a deep breath. “I wouldn’t touch that too much if I were you, baby. It’s too ready for you.”

She smiled. “I doubt if it’s more ready for me than I am for it.”

“Want to bet?”

While holding his manhood firmly in her hand, she eased up to him and came inches to his lips and whispered. “Don’t want to bet. I want to make love.”

At least she hadn’t used the word sex—and he doubted she realized it. For them, it would never be about just having sex. It would always be about making love, and it was up to him to prove that to her. Sweeping her off her feet, he placed her in the bed and then joined her there. When his mouth went for her breasts, she whispered, “Later. I need you inside of me, Jaye.”

Intent on giving her any and everything she wanted, he moved in position over her and stared down and said, “Don’t close your eyes, Vel.”

If she found his request odd, she didn’t say. More than anything he wanted her to read in his eyes the words she wasn’t ready to hear. It didn’t matter if she didn’t love him. He loved her and for now there was enough love in his heart for the both of them.

Spreading her wide with his knees, he kept a tight grip on her hips as he slowly began easing inside her. Pressure was filling his belly as he pushed into her depths, and he could feel her inner muscles clenching him as he went. He’d always loved the feel of being skin to skin with her, something he’d never done with any other woman. He hoped she understood that was still true for him. She kept her eyes fixed on his, and he hoped she saw everything he wanted her to see.

He began thrusting into her with a precision he felt all the way in his belly. He wasn’t holding back on anything. From the look in her eyes and the moans she was making, she was enjoying pleasure of the most intense kind. He knew just what she liked, how to angle his thrusts to ignite her body on fire. When sensation flooded his groin area, he increased his pace and nearly lost his grip on reality. But still, he didn’t break eye contact with her.

“Jaye!”

When she whispered his name, Jaye was fully aware she was on the verge of an orgasm. So was he, and he wanted them to come together like they had so many times before. He wished he could go back in time to appreciate just how perfect mating had been between them.

“Come for me, baby, and I will come for you,” he whispered in her ear.

As if his words pushed her over the edge, she screamed his name and he followed, hollering hers when everything within him ripped. And they were staring into each other’s eyes the entire time.

He kissed her as they gave their bodies time to recover from their climax. When he released her mouth, he was moved by the glazed eyes looking back at him. He parted his lips to tell her he loved her, then stopped himself. Considering everything she’d said earlier, it would be up to her to realize he loved her, just like a part of him wanted to believe that no matter what she said, she still loved him.

“Thank you for doing this with me, Jaye,” she said in a low voice.

Did she really believe she had to thank him? “For you, anytime, Vel.”

“And I plan to hold you to that.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth to hers.

VELVET SLOWLY OPENED her eyes. Glancing around the room, it took her a quick second to realize she was not in her bed. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes again to remember everything, the hours and hours of what seemed like endless lovemaking. Once Jaye had brought her into his bedroom, the air surrounding them had become charged and intimate. But then the air had been that way between them at the party.

“Good morning. I see you’re awake.”

She shifted to look over at Jaye. He was standing in the doorway, fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a pullover sweatshirt that had Colfax Construction in bold letters across it. How had he left the bed without her knowing about it?

Sitting up in bed, she pulled the covers up when she realized she was completely naked. She wondered why the modesty now when several times she had been awakened with Jaye’s head between her legs or him sucking on her nipples.

“Good morning,” she said, not able to fight back a yawn. “What time is it?” She didn’t see a clock anywhere in the room.

He glanced at his watch and said, “A little past noon.”

“Noon? I’ve never slept this late before.”

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