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Her eyes widen, so I continue in what I hope is a reassuring tone, “If you don’t want to call us a couple, it’s fine with me, but in all other ways we are.”
She lifts her head again to make eye contact. “Does this mean we’re … dating now?” Her words are cautious as she tries to put a label on our change in relationship status. I gently rub my thumb over her bottom lip which is currently caught between her teeth.
Relief washing over me, with the realization that she wants this too. “Jas, we are so far beyond dating. I don’t mean to scare you, but this thing between us is a full-on adult relationship.”
“What the heck? When did that happen?” she jokes and I’m encouraged to say more.
“It was probably the last night in the Bahamas when I realized I was falling for you. Isn’t it crazy how you go through life avoiding relationships? Then out of nowhere the right woman comes along and … BAM.”
I think I’ve rendered her speechless as instead of speaking she reaches up to pull my face down to meet hers and begins to kiss the living daylights out of me.
When we finally surface for some much-needed air, she gasps out, “I agree. Bam, and there’s no going back.”
Leaning back in, she captures my lips again, and it feels like we’re both pouring all of our emotions into the deep, passionate kiss.
Finally, when we drag our lips apart for the second time, she exclaims, “I can’t believe it … I have a new boyfriend. Does that mean I can demand you fuck me whenever I want? As often as I want?” I almost choke on the laugh which bursts from deep in my chest.
“Absolutely, baby. Are you demanding my attention right now?”
“Yes––take me to bed, Scott,” she says in what she probably thinks is her demanding voice but sounds to me like the siren call of a sex goddess.
Chapter 30
Jasmine
It’searlydawn.Apale sliver of light is breaking through the shutters. The house is quiet with only the sounds of waves rolling gently up to the shore. Last night was perfect following a perfect day spent with Scott and my friends.
I’d been so worried about coming away this weekend. Worried I was getting in deeper, risking my heart to a man who possibly didn’t want it.
Lucky for me, I took the chance. He wants my heart and I want him to have it.
Right from the beginning Scott’s been different. He’s open, honest, and loyal. He wants to take care of me, sometimes in a bit of a bossy way, but I’m okay with that. I know it comes from his deep-seeded need to protect.
Last night after we made love, we talked some more about us. It’s like a dam wall had burst for both of us and our thoughts and feelings came spilling out. We were lovers and friends, speaking truths to each other, sharing in a way I’ve never been able to do with a guy.
I turn my head to the side and look my fill at the fine specimen of a naked man, lying next to me in the bed. My new boyfriend. I run my eyes over every single inch of his tanned skin, especially his carved and sculpted abs, which are temptingly within reach.
I can’t believe I get to run my fingers over each one of the ridges which ripple across his washboard stomach, anytime I want. His physique, or ‘rig’ as he calls it, is impressive.
Curling my fingers tight into my palm, to resist the temptation for now, my eyes travel lower down to my favorite part, the hard jutting seven inches of his body, which I’m desperate to enjoy again. I mean it’s been at least five hours since he was inside me.
“You see anything you like?” Scott rumbles in his sexy Australian drawl, which I’m learning is even deeper and lust-inducing, first thing in the morning.
“Definitely,” I admit as I drag my eyes slowly back up to meet his deep blue ones, chiseled features, and messy blond hair.
He turns his head to face me, and whispers, “I’ll let you in on a secret. I like waking up to you checking out my rig too.” I giggle at his words, which mirror exactly where my thoughts went moments ago.
No longer needing to hold back, I trace the tip of my finger over the wave design inked on the inside of his impressive, muscled arm. “Have I ever told you I love your tattoo?Live, Love, Surf.It’s such a cool motto, so you.”
“I’m kind of counting on you loving other things about me too.” Not wanting to stroke his ego, I instead trail my finger down over his abs on my way to stroking something else.
“Oh, don’t worry I love lots of things about you. Your cockiness, your Australian accent, and … your crazy flying.”
His jaw clenches, the only sign of discomfort as my finger inches closer to my goal.
“You haven’t even been flying with me,” he grinds out. “When you come to Florida, I’ll take you … up.” I smile at the way his voice squeaked on the last word, as my finger deliberately brushed against his dick.
“Was that an invitation to go to Florida with you? Because if so, it sucked,” I tell him, at the same time as moving my finger back up to his stomach.
