Page 64 of Crossed By the Stars
“You better get more than one!”
I turned back to look at her lying on the bed the way I’d left her. The beautiful lines of her body were bare, her eyes filled with something that I hoped echoed what I felt in my heart, hair spread around her like a dark halo. I couldn’t move. My hand went to my chest where my heart felt stuck, as if it had forgotten how to beat.
I lunged back to the bed, pulled her hand up, and kissed the palm with fierceness.
“I love you,” I told her, my eyes meeting hers that were dark with lust, heated with pleasure, and an array of other emotions I was nervous to name.
She didn’t still or pull away at my admission. She just stared, a new war going on inside her while her lips moved and no sound came out. I placed our joined hands on her chest again like I had on the beach. The pounding was stronger, fiercer, just like Jada herself. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “I can feel it.”
Then, I kissed her lips until my body ached, demanding relief.
I eased away, smiling at her before going to my room and searching through my luggage for the strip of condoms I almost always had there. When I came back, her hand had journeyed down her body again, and the possessive growl I felt go through me was nothing I’d ever experienced before. Seeing someone touch themselves was normally a turn-on—one I reciprocated—but today, with Jada, I wanted every single one of those touches to be mine.
I joined her on the bed, pulling her fingers away, kissing them, and kissing the dark curls that were waiting for me, smelling like sex and lemongrass and Jada.
“Mine today,mon petit bijou. Mine. Do I have to keep reminding you? What am I going to do?”
“Punish me?” Her lips curled up, eyebrow lifting in a way that mine normally did.
I slid the condom on, and she watched, tongue licking her lips, chest heaving.
“My way of punishment is very different than the other men you’ve been with,” I promised.
“Big words, Ar?”
My finger went to her lips. “Dax. No more Armaud.”
I hovered over her on my elbows, not wanting my body to land completely on her battered one. I was poised at her entrance, barely touching her. She inhaled deeply, waiting for me to enter her. Waiting in a way that made me smile. I kissed her neck and her jaw, all while I lingered right there, drawing out the moment of release we’d both receive just from me embedding myself in her.
Her hips shifted, and my hand stilled them.
“No,chérie.”
Her eyes flashed a warning. She’d given in to me, let go of the control she normally took, but it wouldn’t take much for it to come rushing back. I entered, ever so slightly, and she gasped with relief. But I didn’t go farther. Instead, I went back to caressing her with one hand and my tongue while the other kept me off of her as best it could with us joined at our centers.
“Goddamn it, Dax,” she breathed out.
I smiled, arching my own brow in return.
And we proceeded this way, me slowly moving into her, mixed with kisses and taunts and touches, until I finally bottomed out deep within her. A movement that was enough to almost take me over the edge just from the sensual pleasure of being fully encased in her. It was a battle to hold back. To hold on.
The contented sigh she gave, eyes closing, didn’t help.
It took me several prolonged moments before I could move again, and when I did, she breathed out my name with no swear words attached to it. Instead, it was with deep emotion. Her hips moved against mine, and I didn’t hold them back this time. Unable to. Unable to do anything but finally give in to the feeling of her surrounding me the way I’d dreamed about for years. The way our bodies were always meant to be joined. The slow movements gave way to an almost frantic rhythm. I didn’t want to hurt her, but her eyes were closed,pleasurecoating her face, and the look drove me wild.
She gasped, her walls shuttering against me, and I lost the last bit of self-control I had, going over the edge of obsession and love that I’d told her about as I peaked. Even as I reached the summit, the desire filled me to have her completely all over again. To keep her forever this way. Naked. In bed. Bare to me in heart and soul and body. I craved it with an intensity I’d never had for anything or anyone.
I rolled to my side, bringing her with me, not yet willing to emerge from her or the cocoon we’d made for ourselves.
“I hate you,” she whispered into my chest, and my heart lunged even though I knew she didn’t mean it.
“If that’s what you must feel to accept us, then hate away.”
She gave out a half chuckle. “I hate you because you walked away from this so many times. I hate you because I’ll never be able to repeat this experience with another man. I hate you because you love me when you shouldn’t.”
“Mon petit bijou, just so we’re clear, I don’t want there to ever be another man. I want to be the only one inside you. The only one to touch you. To take your lips with mine. To make you moan.” I attempted to keep every hint of demand out of my tone because I knew the moments of giving me control had disappeared with our climax. Jada would never give it up completely, and I didn’t want her to. It made Jada the woman I loved. But I also needed her to know how serious I was about this. About her.
She closed her eyes, weighing my words.
