Page 70 of Only This Once
“She was, you know,” he whispered.
“What?” Julia murmured back.
“The one you punched was the one who…” He swallowed. He couldn’t say the word after all.
“I wish I’d done a lot more than tit punched her, then. They better hope I never run into them again.”
Jesse hated thinking about the bar at all. “I don’t want to do that again. The bar thing. Even before I saw them, it… it didn’t feel right.”
Her breath feathered against his face. He waited for her to push or to protest.
“Okay,” she said instead. “Sorry. It should always be at your pace, Jinx.”
His throat tightened while his heart thudded in his chest. “Yeah.”
“Rest now. Or talk. Whatever you need.”
She was what he needed. The way she held on to him was perfect. He relaxed into her, wondering if he could bottle up this moment to hold on to forever.
Chapter 20
Julia woke on the edge of the bed, one of Jinx’s legs pinning hers and his arm shoved up against her back. She stretched, stifling a groan. He wasn’t any bigger than her. How could he take up so much space in the bed?
She turned to face him, finding his limbs starfished toward each corner of the bed. His curls were a riot around his face, and his lips were slightly parted, his breathing not quite a snore but something close.
Her smile tugged at her lips. It was impossible to see him like this and be mad at him. She wanted to eat him up instead.
Which was a terrible idea after the night before. The memory of how deliciously he’d fallen apart when she’d used her mouth on him had haunted her ever since she’d done it. She wondered what expression he’d make if she woke him with kisses. Probably an adorable one.
She let her upper body rest over his, enjoying the way her breasts flattened against his chest. He couldn’t consent whileasleep, but he’d hinted twice that he wanted anything she would give. Besides, just a little nibble would probably wake him up.
She found the hollow of his throat, pressing her lips against his skin. As she shifted, her lips leaving a damp trail over his Adam’s apple, his breathing changed, and he swallowed under her lips.
“Julia?” She loved the way her name sounded on his lips, even when his voice was rough with sleep and confusion.
“I wanted to kiss you. Can I kiss you more?” She pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the fluttering pulse in his neck.
His head tilted back, giving her more room. “Yeah,” he mumbled, a shiver running through him as she dragged her lips up his neck toward his jaw. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
His stubble scratched at the skin around her mouth when she drifted higher, capturing his lips. She should have brushed her teeth first, but she’d never had to worry about morning breath before.
When her lips sipped at his, all she tasted was him. His breath and then his tongue as she stroked against it, capturing his breathy moan in her mouth and returning it with a groan of her own.
Her leg found its way over his hip so that she could settle on top of him, cradling his morning erection between her thighs. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, tilting his head so she could kiss him deeper while her body rocked over his.
“You’re always so hard in the morning,” she mumbled against him, loving the way that hardness felt, even through their clothes.
“S-sorry,” he mumbled, his hands finding her hips, but not to stop her. No, his hands followed the motion of her rocking.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s fucking fantastic.” She closed her legs, squeezing him with her thighs and loving the broken gasp that filled her ears. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, matchingthe rhythm of her continued arches against him. Her hands found the buttons on his shirt, making quick work of them. “We need less clothes between us,” she said as she dragged his shirt open, her fingers finding his nipples. He shuddered against her. She rubbed over them with her thumbs before pinching.
“I—Julia!” He pushed his hips up from the bed, rubbing his erection against her, his head falling back, already panting.
“That’s it. You feel so good.” As she kissed back down his neck, he tilted his head farther to give her better access. She shoved his shirt open, letting her mouth kiss the flat surface of his chest while his erection pressed into her belly. His tight nipple begged for her attention. She gave it a licking stroke before closing her lips in a hard suck.
“Oh!” His surprise sent a flutter to her pussy. She used her teeth to nip the tightening skin, letting out a hum of pleasure when he pushed his erection into her stomach with another moan. With every tug of her mouth, her own nipples ached.
“Touch me,” she told him, finding his hands with hers and pulling them to her breasts. Her shirt was tight but low-cut. It was easiest to shove the material down, letting her breasts pop free over the top. She moaned as she dragged his palms over her nipples, then closed her mouth around his again.
