Page 25 of Finding Fate

“You okay?” he asked, his chin resting atop her head.

She nodded. “I am now.”

“You wanna talk?”

“No, just hold me.”

He guided her over to the giant beanbags and pillows they’d dragged up here years ago, pulling her into his lap as he laid her back, curling his own body to face hers. His ocean blue eyes stared into her tear-stained gaze, searching. But she didn’t need to talk; she just needed him.

Jet was hesitant when she brought her lips to his, not wanting to push her if she was upset, but she tugged at his collar to deepen the kiss, assuring him she was fine. He groaned as he pulled her closer, willing to give her whatever she needed.

Annie clutched to his chest. Suddenly desperate to be closer, she parted her lips from his just long enough to pull her shirt over her head, her fingers immediately moving to the buttons on his as she straddled his hips.

Jet groaned, not expecting to see her flesh already bared. He reached up to caress her, his calloused thumb brushing over where only their scarce times alone had let him fully see before. Her fingers finally freeing the last of his buttons, he yanked his shirt away and leaned forward to replace his touch with his lips. She hissed in a breath, and he grinned, his hands sliding down to knead her rear in his lap, moving her against him.

Annie grew hot under his touch, his kiss, and all doubts from before disappeared. She fumbled between them, reaching for the last button that stood in their way. Jet’s lips released her, trailing up her neck, forcing himself to keep control as she yanked him free of even his boxers.

When she still hadn’t touched him, he leaned back to see her begin pulling off her own. His brow shot up, excited and disbelieving. He met her gaze, surprised to find it filled with want and determination. He nearly lost it with just that look and flipped her to lie beneath him, refusing to let her do all the work alone. His fingers curled under the waist of her shorts, peeling them down her long, tanned legs. He tossed them and reached between her thighs, leaning over her to suck in one of those perfect mounds, rolling it under his tongue as his hand caressed the other. He’d waited ages for this, for her, and needed to make sure she was ready. He’d never be able to hold out long enough if she wasn’t.

Annie squirmed under his attentions, his touch delicious, hot, and thrilling. He’d touched her before, but this was different, intense, and expectant with what they were about to share. She cried out as he brought her to finish, but she was far from done. His strong body covered hers, his gaze seeking her permission before they crossed that line.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

He paused only long enough to fumble with the protection, her body thrumming anxiously beneath him. She dragged his mouth down to hers as soon as it was on. Annie tensed as he slid in, his groan deep as he filled her for the first time.

“Sorry,” he murmured, hating that it hurt her.

“It’s fine,” she breathed. “Just go slowly.”

He nodded, watching her, doing his best to take her cues as he found a rhythm. He was relieved when her body started to ease, praying he’d done enough for her as he fought to keep going.

“Annie,” he tried to warn her.

She nodded in understanding. “Touch me?” she panted, having no idea what she asked of him. Determined, though, he reached between them, giving her the extra friction she needed, but he couldn’t hold out. Pressing his forehead to hers, Jet groaned his release, desperately still touching her as he came. Miraculously, she followed.

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