Page 63 of Could Have Been Us
I look up at him. “It wasn’t nothing to me. I remember worrying so much. Gray said you’re always the one who takes the risks. I don’t want to lose you, Jack.”
He sits up, taking my face in his hands. “I didn’t have you then.”
“You did. You just didn’t know it.”
Jack’s head rests on mine, his eyes closed. “I didn’t. Not really.”
I kiss his lips, pouring all my fear and love into him. He had me, whether we understood it or not. He has always had me.
If he didn’t understand that before, I’m going to make sure he does after tonight.
I shove him back down, and he resumes his relaxed position. Let’s see how long he can stay like that.
My lips return to the place I last kissed, moving down his body. I don’t wait or tease him, I want to make him lose his fucking mind. My tongue rings around the head of his cock before I take him deep.
“Fucking hell.” Jack grunts, and then his hands are gripping the comforter.
I bob my head as I watch his thigh muscles tighten.
“Stella.” He says my name as a plea to stop, but I don’t.
I suck him deeper, moving at a pace I know will drive him wild. I want him to be out of his mind. I want to do for him what he did for me. He didn’t allow me to reciprocate that night, and I’ve dreamed of taking him in my mouth so many times.
I’m going to live this fantasy out now.
My hand cups his balls as my other hand pumps in time with my mouth. Jack’s fingers tangle in my hair while his other hand still clutches the bedding.
I love this. The power I have over this man right now.
“You have to stop.” Jack’s breath is coming faster. “Stella, fuck. Stop, baby.”
I lift up, and Jack has me on my back before I can blink. He reaches toward his side table, grabbing a condom.
This time, at least, I have an IUD as well and we don’t have to worry about forgetting a condom. He slips it on and braces above me.
His eyes tell me everything I need to know. Not only does he want me but also that he loves me. There’s a slight lift of his lips as we allow this moment to pass between us.
I rub my finger down his strong jawline. “Make love to me, Jack.”
He moves his hips, and I feel the tip of him at my core. “I won’t be able to let you go, you know that?”
I nod quickly. “I know, and I’m counting on it.”
He slides in deeper, and it’s almost too much. The pieces of me that have been empty are whole again. He fills the gaps with each thrust. The passion and love we give each other as we make love borders on overwhelming.
Tears fill my vision as I wrap myself around him—legs bracketing his hips, hands clutching at his back. Jack pushes deeper again and again.
“Stella,” he murmurs. “Stella, God, baby.”
I look up through blurry vision, and a tear slips down. He wipes it away. “Don’t cry.”
“It’s just so much,” I explain as the tears keep coming. “I love you so much.”
He leans down, lips touching mine sweetly. “I can’t hold back,” he admits. “God, you feel too good.”
I know what he means. It’s the culmination of time coming together with the promise of tomorrow. We don’t have to hold back anymore. We can love each other and finally allow our feelings to grow.
“Let go,” I urge him.
