Page 42 of Survival

His hands twitched like he was barely holding himself back when I flipped my hair and arched my back to stand, and I released a nervous giggle.

Instantly, Jet was behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist to secure me to him. “Why are you laughing?” he growled in my ear, and I shuddered at the sound,something about it and the way his warm breath caressed my neck making me ache.

I swallowed so I could answer. “I feel ridiculous.”

He spun me around to face him, and my eyes widened, momentarily taken aback at the desire I found in those clear, ocean blue eyes. I watched them darken as his voice deepened. “You are absurd if you think you are ridiculous.”

My heart stuttered, lost in the intensity of his gaze, and he stole my breath away again with a kiss, brushing his tongue along my lower lip to demand entrance. I instantly complied, leaning into his embrace as he cupped my neck and steered me back around to lower me onto the hood of his car.

I shivered when the cool metal hit my back, but not for long. Jet’s body was warm against mine, my fingers quickly wrapping themselves in his shirt behind his back. He helped me yank it over his head, and I dragged him back to me, needing him close.

His lips found my neck, tracing his tongue along the contours of my collarbone to the swell of my chest, and I arched my back, pushing it closer. He growled, running his hand over the leather to cup my breast as he brought his eyes back to mine, holding them as he bit the string of my top. I watched him pull back, the ribbon untying between his teeth, and he released it to let the top fall loose, my breasts now on display.

“You are so gorgeous.” He ran his hand over one of my nipples and leaned down to suck the other into his mouth. I moaned, my back arching at the feel of his tongue, and I ground my hips against his before reaching for his zipper.

He grabbed my hand, holding it to my stomach between us. “Not yet, sweetheart. I still want to play.”

Oh, fuck. My pussy clenched with those words. I wanted him so fiercely. But Jet held me still, refusing to let me go as his tongue explored my body, and I was a dripping, shaking mess by the time he released my hand.

I went straight for his jeans, biting my lip in frustration when the stupid button wouldn’t cooperate, and Jet chuckled, taking over the task. My hands went to my own instead, peeling away the tight leather from my hips, and Jet’s gaze went straight to my pussy as I kicked them away. I heated under the desire in his gaze, every nerve in my body suddenly alive and begging for his touch.

I reached for the zipper on my boots, suddenly desperate to be bare for him, when he placed his hand on mine.

“Leave them on.”

Yes. Sir.

I instantly let go, and Jet grabbed my hips, hauling me into place as he dropped to his knees. “Oh, fuck, yes!” I cried out as he buried his face between my legs. His hands traveled up my waist to grasp my breasts, and I wrapped my fingers in his hair, my head falling back as he played my clit perfectly with his tongue. I was shattering under him within minutes, my chest rising and falling with gasps as he stood.

I watched in awe of him as he grabbed his cock and the way he stroked it as he stood before me. “This. This is all you. What your perfect fucking pussy does to me.” My core clenched all over again with those words.

“Condom, babe. Please,” I begged, and he smirked, reaching down for his jeans. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he rolled it on, stepping up between mylegs, and gripped the leather at my knees, pushing my legs apart.

He looked into my eyes as he thrust forward, and I cried out at the feel of him. Everything about the way he moved tonight was possessive. Claiming. He could own me any time he wanted. He held himself over me, and I clung to his strong form, our bodies moving together, more aggressive and desperate the longer we went. It was like I was crazed as this version of me took over, matching the wild thrusts of my man as our hips moved in a desperate rhythm.

I sucked in a breath when I met his gaze, the forever deep and calm blue waters waiting for me, steady as ever even in our frenzy. My calm in the storm. He knew I was close, gratification only seconds away, and I kept my eyes locked with his. Love this intense was rare, and I wanted to remember this moment forever.

“You are the best girlfriend ever.”

I heard the words rumble from Jet’s chest against my ear, and I snuggled closer to him on the blanket we’d laid out on the grass. I smiled up at him. “I take it it was a good gift?”

He smiled back. “I’ll say it again. You have to ask?”

It felt like every piece of me was beaming, and I laid my head back down on his chest to listen to his heart beat, thinking about how crucial it was for that steady rhythm to continue if my own was to survive. I didn’t see how I’d ever be able to live without him. He was the best thing I could have ever asked for in my life.

“Sweetheart?” Jet whispered after several quiet minutes had passed.

“Mmmm?”

I felt him move, reaching for something off to the side of the blanket. “Happy anniversary.”

He held something up above us, and when my eyes finally focused in the almost dark, I gaped, reaching for the necklace to steady its swaying. The chain fell over the back of my hand when he let it go, leaving a set of interlocked diamond hearts in the palm of my hand.

“Babe…” I stared, touched and in awe. “It’s perfect.”

“Is it? I was worried you wouldn’t want to wear it. I know you’re not big on jewelry.”

“But this matches my ring. It’s too perfect not to wear.” I sat up and turned, passing him the necklace as I pulled my hair over my shoulder, waiting as he fastened the clasp behind my neck. I held the pendant against my chest with my free hand as Jet struggled in the dim light, and as soon as he was done, I turned so he could see. “How does it look?”

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