Page 67 of Follow Your Bliss

“I should’ve prioritized taking down all those water oaks. If I had, none of your things would’ve been ruined.”

“As my old therapist used to say, ‘don’tshouldon yourself.’ The trunk was humongous. It was an old tree that withstood decades of hurricanes. Who would’ve thought it’d come down with this one?”

“Me,” I insisted. “I’ve been worried about it since I bought the place. I’m so sorry about your stuff and your apartment. What if you’d been—”

She took my face in her hands and pressed her forehead against mine, looking into my eyes like a sexy cyclops. “This. Was not. Your fault.” A kiss to punctuate.

“If you say so. But look.” I slipped my hand up her shirt to rub her back. “If you don’t have enough clothes, and you need to walk around naked, I won’t stop you.”

She laughed and looked down. “Jason, we’re really…new. If you feel weird about me staying with you, I can probably stay with Heather and Abby until I have a roof again.”

My stomach fluttered, and I dropped my hand to her waist. “But I thought you didn’t want to move in with your friends.”

“Yeah, but that was when I was looking for a place tolivelive. Staying for a few weeks is different. I could do that.”

Maybe she was trying to give me an out, but I didn’t want one. “But I’d miss you.” Unless she wanted an out?

“I’d miss you, too.”

Her steady smile reassured me, and I wet my lips. “I know we’ve only been together a few days. And under normal circumstances I would never ask you to move in with me this fast. But…I got spoiled in Florida, having you around all the time. I want you to stay with me.” I twisted a finger in one of her curls. “I’ll make a place for you to sew in the church. You can sleep with me upstairs in the choir loft.” I cupped her face, moving in for a kiss. “I could make it worth your while.”

She kissed me then studied my face for a long minute. “Okay. I can try that. You know, in the car earlier you promised to show me later how much I was turning you on. Is it later yet?”

“I’m bone tired.” I pulled her hips closer to my arousal. “But I’m desperate to get you into my bed.”

She laughed and squirmed out of my arms, jogging toward the choir stairs. I took off after her, letting her get ahead of me until she was in my bedroom. I caught her around the middle, and she threw her arms back over my neck, laughing.

“You don’t need this shirt,” I muttered, pulling it off over her head. “You definitely don’t need this bra.” I snapped it open in record time and pulled her back to me, filling my hands with her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. She ground back against me. I skimmed my hand down her stomach and slipped my fingers into her panties and into the velvet wetness waiting for me, circling her clit with the softest touch. She sagged in my arms, moaning.

“Is this what you want?” I murmured against her neck.

“Yes,” she breathed, squirming her ass against my cock. I think I growled as I flipped her onto her back on my bed and stalked over her, pressing her body down as I kissed her luscious mouth. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her hands tangled in my hair before moving down and scratching my back.

“What are you gonna do to me, Deck Daddy?”

I kissed my way to her ear. “I’m craving the taste of your pussy.” She whimpered as I ground my cock against her shorts.

“You like it?” she panted.

“I want to eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

Fskfskshe sputtered, shimmying out of her shorts and panties. “Jason, I’m open twenty-four-seven for your convenience.”

“I love your hours.”

“I love your mouth.” She gasped when I suckled her breast, teasing my tongue around the peak of her nipple. Threading her fingers through my hair, she thrust her hips against me.

I pulled off my shirt and settled my chest against the divine heat of her core. “Grind that hot pussy on me, baby.” And oh god, she did, spreading her legs wider, whimpering and writhing her wetness against my chest until I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her.

I dragged my tongue between her breasts, straight down the center of her belly, and pushed her thighs apart. She watched me, her eyes dark and her lips parted.

I feasted my eyes on the soft folds between her legs—the perfect pink, glistening, just for me. “Christ, Rose, look at you.” I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed then knelt before her like the queen she was. I licked a hard line from her opening up to her clit and latched my whole mouth to her, sucking the sweet, transcendent fucking taste that was all her. She cried out my name and her hips went wild, but I hadn’t had my fill. I pulled her tight against my face, almost drowning in her nectar. Lapped my tongue in circles around the sweet bud of her clit.

Leisurely, I savored the feel of her sex in my mouth. The hot as fuck noises she made as I pleasured her made me so fucking hard I could cry. The desperate way she moved her hips and whimpered my name. Her eyes were closed, her curls tossing across my sheets. Goddamn I loved overwhelming her with pleasure in my bed. One of her hands caressed my head, holding me deeper against her, and her other grasped her own breast, teasing herself. My cock throbbed with need. I reached up to gently roll her nipple with my fingers. She cried out my name, begged me not to stop.

So I slipped my fingers inside and went in for the prize.

“Oh fuck, Jason! Oh my God!”

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