Page 31 of Hard To Leave

Chapter 10

Jack

I smileddown at the leg that was thrown across my waist.

We ended up waking up in the middle of the night for round two. When I saw the look in her eyes, there was no way I was telling her no. It didn’t take long for me to get hard again.

Last night had been great, but now that the sun was rising with a promise of a new day, I wondered how this would work.

“Good morning,” her sleepy voice whispered as she curled against my chest.

I brushed a piece of hair off her face. “How did you sleep?” The thought of leaving her and going back to New York weighed heavily on my mind.

She looked up at me, a smile played at the corner of her mouth. “Better than I have in a long time.”

“Must be the comfortable bed,” I teased, curling her body

closer to mine.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God.” She tried to pull away, but my arms only held her tighter. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take up so much space.” She seemed embarrassed when she noticed me on the edge of the mattress. “I’m a restless sleeper.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I kinda got that. I’m one centimeter away from rolling off the bed and landing on the floor.”

She turned onto her back and brought the sheet up to her chest. “I’m not used to sharing the bed with anyone. You must be so uncomfortable.”

Actually, I wasn’t. My arm was a little sore, but my body felt rested. I lifted my weight on my elbows and looked down at her, and my mouth practically watered. “I’m not complaining,” I said, tracing my fingertips up and down her inner thigh. Her muscles tensed. I had her exactly where I wanted her.

“Is this the part where we have morning sex before you send me out the door?”

I gave her a cocky grin. “Only if you’re lucky.”

She snorted and ran her fingers over the lines of my face. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

I looked down at her. “I’m ready to go again if you are.” I nipped behind her ear and felt my cock throb against my cotton sleep pants.

“I don’t know.” She sighed, seeming disinterested in my plan. “I’m getting kinda bored. Maybe some other time,” she teased and tried to squirm away from me.

I couldn’t help but laugh. She was awfully playful this morning, and I loved seeing her like this. She was beautiful with the way she looked up at me with those green eyes that drove me crazy. There was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off of her.

“I think I need to do a better job of fulfilling your needs if you’re feeling bored,” I said, circling her nipple with my tongue before giving it a swipe. “And then when I’m done,” I whispered with my hand traveling south, “you can tell me how much better it was for the third time around.”

That was how I ended up taking her under my sheets for the third time in less than twelve hours. Last night was all about connecting, exploring, and searching. Now, I wanted to leave no part of her untouched by me. I knew she needed commitment and emotions, but pleasure was all I was capable of giving. It was all I knew. I just hoped it would be enough.

I stroked her cheek, feeling completely sated, but I knew I couldn’t stay in bed all day. “I’m going to take a quick shower. I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I won’t be long.”

My body practically protested as I climbed out of bed and dragged my ass across the room. I needed to get in the shower and start my day. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. I thought about last night, how it felt having her in my arms. I’d never felt such calm and contentment before. And that was a problem, because she was either going to be worth it all, or she was going to be my biggest mistake. There was no in-between with this woman.

I stepped inside the steaming shower and hoped that my gut instincts were right about her. They had to be, or I was screwed.

Chloe’s head was tucked down as she glanced at her phone while nibbling on a piece of toast. She looked adorable sitting at my kitchen table wearing my T-shirt. She lifted her head when she sensed me staring at her and slowly dragged her eyes to the gray towel resting low on my hips.

I’ve never given much thought to what people thought of me. But knowing she appreciated all the hard work I put into keeping fit made me want to thank that personal trainer I paid a fortune for.

“Sorry,” I said, running my hand through my short hair and ruffling it slightly at the ends. “I wish I had more to offer you than rye toast.”

“It’s fine.” She smiled and picked up her coffee mug. “I don’t usually eat breakfast anyways.”

I eyed her plate. “Did you work up an appetite last night then?”

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