Page 50 of Master of My Heart

Jayson.

She nodded and buried her face in his chest. He held her, rocked her, told her everything would be okay. Slowly, the pain subsided and she stopped shaking.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head. She was afraid to speak, afraid that it would release a torrent of tears. Tears she was tired of shedding. She just wanted to forget about everything.

“Lie down. I’ll stay with you until you fall back to sleep.”

She did as he said, grateful he wasn’t leaving her. She didn’t want to be alone, not after that horrible dream... or memory. How could her memories be in her dreams?

Jayson wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and kissed the back of her head. “Go to sleep. I’ll scare away the bad dreams.”

Bad dreams, maybe. But what about the memories? How could he make those go away?

*****

Sabrina awakened to a hand under her shirt, a thumb grazing the bottom of her breast. Back and forth, gently, almost absentmindedly. Her body awakened immediately. Without opening her eyes, she knew the sun was up. She also felt a hard cock pressed against her lower back. She shifted slightly, and the thumb stopped. She froze, wondering what it would do next. His body was deliciously warm and snug against hers.

Jayson.

The thumb didn’t move for a long minute. She felt his heart beating hard against her back. He was awake, his thumb frozen on the outside curve of her right breast. She wanted him to move, to touch her hardened nipple. It tightened even more at the thought. She pressed her hips back slightly and heard a sharp inhale of breath. Slowly, his thumb moved inward, arching up to graze her areola and back down to the inside curve of her breast.

She hardly dared to breathe. His own was ragged. Her nipples began to ache for his touch when he stopped again.

She pressed her hips back and was rewarded with another sharp inhale. His heart pounded now.

His other arm was wrapped around her waist, so she guided his hand to cup her breast. She let out a deep sigh as he squeezed it gently. He groaned, and then his fingers flicked her nipple, making her gasp. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his hand. He took her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. She moaned and pushed her ass against his hard cock. He buried his nose in her hair as he pulled at her nipple, until she arched her back to follow it, then he released it. When she moaned, he repeated the motion.

She reached around and slid her hand down his tight stomach to stroke his cock over his pants. His hips flexed against hers and he pinched her nipple again. He groaned as she ran her palm up and down, flexing his hips to match her movements. She moved to slip her fingers into the waistband of his pants, but he grasped her hand.

“Sabrina, we shouldn’t do this.” He sounded as if the words were painful.

She turned over and gazed into Jayson’s brown eyes. “Why not?” she asked. Her body was on fire and she wanted him. Badly. She reached out, but he grabbed her wrist again.

“We can’t, Sabrina.” He stood quickly and stepped away from the bed.

Sabrina frowned, staring at the bulge in his pants. “You’re aroused. You want me. I want you. I don’t understand.”

Jayson exhaled through pursed lips and stared out the window behind her. “Because...” He chewed his lip and looked back at her. She saw both guilt and desire on his face. Finally, he sighed. “You need a chance to make other choices first.”

She was completely confused. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “If you choose me, I’ll be thrilled, but until then...” He shook his head. “We shouldn’t. We can’t.”

He turned and walked out of the room before she could ask him what in the world he was talking about. She didn’t even know what to think.

Chapter Nineteen

Sabrina tossed and turned all Friday night. All week, she’d struggled to sleep, feeling antsy, tingly, like sandpaper was constantly being drawn over her skin.

She finally got up and walked into the living room. Shivers ran through her body as she remembered the last time she felt like she needed to walk to clear her mind... when she was on the train. But there was no chance of meeting strangers in the living room of Liz and Jayson’s apartment. Her apartment now, she supposed. The idea was both comforting and strange. She had a home. Jayson and Liz had assured her of that several times this week. She could stay as long as she liked. Rent was reasonable, and she felt safe.

The furniture glowed silver in the bright moonlight shining through the window. She walked to the glass and gazed out onto the street below. Parked cars lined the curb, but none traveled along their narrow street. Not at three in the morning.

Today’s rehearsal had been challenging, but not because of the dancing. That came easily enough. It was interacting with Jayson that made it difficult. He wasn’t doing anything inappropriate. He treated her with respect and flirted lightly, mostly in a joking manner. But his hands on her waist when she turned, his command of her body as he lifted her so easily through her jumps... It wasn’t Jayson’s fault she was a whore, but he really affected her.

She wanted him to bring his hands up a tiny bit more when she turned. To stop her while in the middle of a pirouette and kiss her desperately. To push her up against the mirror and fuck her senseless.

Fucking whore. You’d fuck anyone who showed the slightest amount of interest.

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