Page 68 of All Jacked Up

I didn’t have to fuck Noa to know it wouldn’t be that way with her. We had a connection. One that went back ten years and had been built on something other than lust.

A small whimper came from her lips, and my body tensed as I studied her. What was wrong? Was she having a bad dream? I waited for more, but after a few moments of silence and her slow, deep breathing, I began to relax.

She’d go back to Manhattan tomorrow. I’d be in my bed alone again.

There was a chance she’d not come back here. Why would she? Her mom was dead. There was no one else to die and bring her back.

To hell with what I had said. Sliding off the bed so as not to disturb her, I stood up and slipped off my shirt, then unzipped my jeans and shoved them down before kicking them off to the side. If I was just getting this one chance to sleep in bed with her, then I was doing it under the covers. At least where I could feel her body heat and get more of her scent. I wouldn’t touch her though.

I feared if I started that, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

Pulling the covers over my body, I sank into the mattress and inhaled deeply. Fuck, that was good. Her sweet scent saturated the sheets. Just this once, I’d enjoy what I could have, and before she woke up in the morning, I’d get my clothes back on and lie on top of the covers again.

Twenty-Three

Noa

I would guess it had taken me a good five minutes to convince myself that I was, in fact, awake. That this wasn’t the beginning of a naughty dream, but very real. Ransom’s arm was wrapped around me, his hand resting against my stomach, and his bare, broad, defined chest was pressed against my back.

Of course, I couldn’t leave out the rather large erection that was nestled in my bottom like it belonged there.

Holy shit. Had he meant to take off his clothes? And snuggle up to me? And why had I slept through this? How much time had I wasted? I had so many questions.

I’d thought going to sleep would be difficult with him so close, but oddly, I’d felt … content. I barely remembered closing my eyes. This, however, I wished I hadn’t missed.

He slightly shifted, getting even closer to me. His face moved down until I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Goosebumps covered my body, but I still didn’t chance inhaling air. I was frozen. Not wanting this to end. I mean, I needed enough of it to burn it into my memory for future replays. Plus, I wasn’t done smelling him. I wanted that scent to soak into my skin so I could carry it with me back to Manhattan.

His hand inching up my stomach turned my heartbeat into something similar to a flock of birds taking flight. It stopped right beneath my breasts. I needed oxygen, but at this point, I was afraid I was going to suck in loud enough that he’d wake up. Doing my best to slowly inhale so as not to alert him that he was inches away from feeling me up, I filled my lungs.

“Relax.”

Ransom’s husky voice, thick with sleep, startled me, and I choked from gasping while trying to calmly inhale.

His palm flattened on my warm skin and pulled me back closer to him until his hard length—which felt every bit as large as had been rumored—sank even deeper between the crevice of my butt cheeks.

Sweet Jesus, what is he doing? And please don’t let him stop.

“Mmm, you smell fucking good,” he muttered, burying his nose in my neck.

Maybe I was dead, and this was heaven. That seemed more logical.

His thumb began to caress the area just under my left breast. He was so close, and every little brush that almost touched even the smallest area of my boob sent a tingle down my body, on a path straight to between my legs.

“It’s just a friendly cuddle,” he murmured near my ear. “No reason to be so tense.”

A friendly cuddle? I wanted to laugh, and if I wasn’t struggling to breathe, then I might do so.

“I wasn’t …” I began to say, but my words left me when his hand moved up, then turned and cupped my breast. Oh God.I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from making desperate, needy noises.

“Fuck, they feel better than I imagined,” he said, then squeezed. “What are they, double Ds?”

I managed a slight nod.

He rocked his cock against me and let out a low groan as he pinched my nipple.

“Ah!” I couldn’t stay silent that time. The pulse between my legs had just skyrocketed.

“You like that?” he asked, shifting against me again while fondling my breast. “It’s okay. It’s all friendly. Just part of the cuddling.”

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