Page 79 of Forgive You

“Wanna hear a secret? I am jealous when it comes to you.”

My heart bounces against the walls of my body again, this time with a little less fear.

“Jason.”

“I’m jealous,” he confesses, his voice all husky and needy, and felt all the way to my core. “I’m possessive. And truth be told, I don’t want to fucking take it slow. I want to kiss you all the damn time.”

I gulp, my lady parts tensing in excitement as he continues.

“I want to make my mark on you so that there is no question who you belong to anymore. Not to the world. Not to Jacob. Not to Jordan. Not to you. You are mine. I can’t wait to have you at my mercy and devour you. I’ve been patient for years. I’m done, baby.”

I barely have the capacity to gasp at his brazen words, a side I’m learning just now he has. What happened to the sweet, caring boy who was always careful with his words? Who did his very best to be anything for everyone, refusing to be acting like an asshole no matter what the situation.

Don’t get me wrong. I love this Jason. I love how his mouth is foul, though I know his heart is pure gold. I’m enjoying every second of his dirty words, but seriously, what happened to that guy?

“Look around.”

I smile at the tingly feeling in my stomach before I do as he says.

Then I squirm like a little squeaky toy in his arms when I realize the water is below my shoulder. That nasty fight-or-flightkicks in again, but this time my panic trying to break free from his grasp.

I can’t fucking do this. No, no, no!

“No, no.”

He doesn’t release me for even an inch, and I start to moan for all the wrong reasons. “Keep breathing. Can you do this for me?”

I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t.

I shake my head, but he steadies by pressing his forehead against mine, the heat holding me hostage, but not enough to distract.

I want out. I can’t. I just fucking can’t. My heart pounds louder than a boat horn, and I swear the noise is heavy on my ears.

Doesn’t he get it? I can’t do—

My inner turmoil is rudely interrupted when his lips are pressed in mine and I’m too stunned to move. With one hand locked around my entire body, the other grabs my neck, forcing me to tilt back my head.

His tongue softly slides inside, and when I try to find my breath, it’s stolen with a single sweep. It’s demanding, setting my entire body on fire. That son of a bitch is distracting me, and fucking hell, it’s working.

The longer our lips stay fused, the more my heart hits the brakes. He’s such a good kisser. It’s the perfect balance of movements, slow, but steady, possessive and determined.

“Keep breathing,” he huffs between kisses. “Can you do that for me?”

“Keep kissing me.”

I haven’t been this deep in open water since I was a kid. The danger is looming in the back of my head, but it’s not as wild and strong as the feral need to keep kissing him. To continue feeling his tongue tangled with mine.

He doesn’t know what he does to me, but I’m sure he has an idea when I roll my hips, my center pushing against his groin. Amoan hums in reply, his fingers digging into the swell of my ass, and he keeps kissing me until my lungs demand I come up for air, even though my mind wants to drown in his touch.

“I’m so proud of you,” he breathes out, eyes hooded and forehead pressed against mine. “But I’m not surprised. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

I scoff, because that’s hardly the category I’d put myself in.

“I mean it.” Another touch of his lips against mine coax me to believe him. “You’re strong. Resilient. You keep digging deep to find the good in people, not willing to give up. I bet your soul is made out of pure light.”

My heart stutters, and I close my eyes, just relishing this moment. The way his hands feel like they belong on my body. The way his breath evens out with mine, as if we’ve always we’re meant to breathe at the same pace. The way my muscles seem to relax at a level I can’t seem to reach without him present.

“You’re a good person, Jason.”

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