Page 60 of Always You

“You know,” he said after a pause, “we’ve got all night for movies.”

My breath caught at the implication, but how he looked at me—patient, waiting—put me at ease. I turned toward him, our knees bumping awkwardly, and let myself lean into the warmth of his touch.

“Popcorn might get cold,” I reminded him, my lips quirking in a nervous smile.

“Then, we’ll eat it later,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. And when he leaned in, closing the space between us, I didn’t hesitate to meet him halfway.

The kiss made my head spin. Jazz’s hand slid up to cup my jaw, his touch grounding me even as my heart raced. The movie droned on in the background, forgotten, as we sank deeper into the moment.

Popcorn and movies were great, but being here with Jazz—this close and this connected—was everything.

“Will you make love to me,” I whispered, my voice husky with need. “I need you inside me.”

Jazz's eyes darkened with lust. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to form words. My whole body was on fire. Jazz leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss. I melted against him, parting my lips to deepen the kiss.

His touch roamed down my body, and I shivered as he slipped his fingers under the hem of my shirt.

“God, Alex,” he breathed against my neck. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.”

I tilted my head back, offering more access as he trailed hot kisses down my throat. “Show me,” I gasped.

Jazz's fingers trembled as he began unbuttoning my shirt. He took his time, and I shuddered as the cool air hit my chest, my nipples hardening instantly. Jazz's eyes raked over me hungrily.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, bending to kiss my collarbone.

I reached for him, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt. “Your turn,” I said breathlessly.

Jazz obliged, pulling the shirt over his head in one fluid motion. I drank in the sight of him, my fingers itching to explore, and our lips met again as Jazz's hands moved to my belt. I gasped as he undid my buckle. Jazz paused at the waistband of my jeans, and I lifted my hips to help as he slid the denim down my legs.

My breath hitched as Jazz's gaze roamed over my nearly naked form. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the hunger in his eyes made me feel wanted. Jazz's hands skimmed up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You're sure about this?” Jazz asked again, his voice rough with desire. “What if I mess this up, what if?—”

“Yes,” I breathed out. “I want you, Jazz. All of you.”

That seemed to counter the last of Jazz's fears, and I arched into him, desperate for more contact.

Jazz's lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. Hismouth continued its journey south, pausing to lavish attention on my chest. When his tongue flicked across my nipple, I gasped and tugged at his hair.

“Jazz, please,” I whimpered. “I need you.”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you!” I wanted to cry, but he kissed from my lips to my chest, and I writhed beneath him as he continued his torturously slow exploration of my body. By the time he reached the waistband of my boxers, I was trembling with need, and I carded my fingers through his hair.

He grasped my wrists, gently but firmly guiding them above my head, and I craved more. His erection pressing against my thigh was a hot brand, and I rocked against him, desperate for relief.

Jazz's teeth grazed my collarbone as he teased his way down my chest. He reached my nipple and flicked it with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. The slight sting of pain was followed by white-hot arousal as he sucked the sensitive peak into his mouth. I gasped as pleasure pooled between my legs. He trailed kisses back to my lips.

“Jazz,” I panted, my voice thick with need. “Please.”

A groan escaped Jazz as he pressed his forehead to mine. “What if I can't… what if…”

“Please,” I begged, and he closed his eyes.

“God, Alex, you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured.

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