Page 44 of Cross My Heart

“No.” He shakes his head quickly.

I pull back and thrust back into him, bottoming out and angling my hips to hit his prostate. He cries out immediately, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. And because I want the contact, I lower myself over him and rub my abs against his dick as I fuck him. He wraps his legs around me tightly as if I could run away from him. Like I might change my mind.

Jeremiah grips the back of my head and lowers it toward his, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, and I feel my balls draw up with the need to come. My spine begins to tingle, and he lets go of my lip. But I chase him, kissing him deeply. His hand grips the short hair at the top of my head, and he begins to top from the bottom.

“So good, baby,” he moans, and his ass flutters. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Never,” I tell him, going faster, deeper, angling my hips to fuck into him better. “I’m gonna rock your world, Jer.”

“Fucking hell!” he shouts, covering my abs and chest with his cum. He didn’t even use his hand. It’s possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. “Oh, fuck, fuck,fuck.”

I speed up, chasing my release, finding it. My cum spills into the condom, and ecstasy wraps itself around my bones. “Oh,yes,” I groan, stilling above him as my orgasm wanes. “Your ass is magic.”

“I know.” He grins, and I chuckle.

“Cocky.”

“Confident,” Jeremiah replies. “Now cuddle me.”

“Demanding,” I laugh.

“Like I said—I know what I want.”

“And did you figure out what that is?” I ask him softly, staring into his smiling eyes.

“You.”

A shiver rolls down my spine at his admission. It would be easy to fall in love with him. He’s direct, doesn’t beat around the bush, and wants to stake a claim. It’s been forever since someone claimed me. Now that I think of it, it’s never happened. I kind of like it.

I press a chaste kiss to his lips, and he smiles when I pull away. It’s like he can’t stop smiling. And it’s doing something to me. My chest feels tight.

“Then have me.”

He chuckles. “I plan on it.”

Pulling out of him, I take off the condom and dispose of it in the bathroom. I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water, then wring it out. I don’t remember the last time I took care of someone, but with him, it feels necessary. I’d say it feels like second nature.

So I do it.

I get between his thighs and wipe him down, then lick the cum off his torso. He holds my face to his chest as I lick him clean, and I groan at his taste. I throw the washcloth across the room, toward the bathroom, and lie down next to him. But he has other ideas, getting behind me and pulling me against him. His arm wraps around my waist, and he presses his nose to my hair and inhales deeply. I’m hit with a feeling that wraps around my bones and doesn’t let go. Something like heartache, because no one has ever taken care of me this way.

“Do you clean everyone up?” he whispers.

“No.”

“Do you cuddle?” he asks, and this time he sounds vulnerable.

“Never,” I reply softly.

“So you’re saying I’m special?” I can hear the smirk in his voice even though I can’t see it.

“Very.” I grin.

“Hmm,” he sighs. “I want to be special.”

“To me?”

“Yeah.” His arm tightens around me, and I place a hand over his. “Can I spend the night?”

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