Page 72 of Despite It All
“Yeah, it’s been a bit of a week. I really wanted some ice cream but apparently, I’m out.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I DoorDashed you some.”
“Don’t mess me with, Jett. Did you really?” He’s DoorDashed me a few things since he’s been gone. Dinner on Monday after Stevie’s gymnastics and coffees sporadically. So this isn’t a huge stretch but dangling ice cream in front of my face and it not happening will not go over well.
“Yes, really. Come on, go check your porch.”
I swing my legs off the couch and make my way to my door. “There better be ice cream, Jett,” I say as I twist the knob.
All I get back is a light chuckle and the click of his phone before I open the door.
“Hey, Wy,” Jett says, smiling in front of me with a tub of strawberry ice cream and a dozen orange roses. “I requested the cutest driver they had. I hope—”
Everything else drowns out because with two small steps I’m flush with Jett and kissing the hell out of him. Forget asking, I’m taking.
It takes Jett by surprise for a second but then I hear the thud of the flowers and ice cream hitting the floor as his arms wrap around me, pulling me impossibly closer.
Part of me fears this is all a dream and I’ll wake up on the couch feeling worse than I did earlier. My fists grip his shirt so tight my hands start to tingle.
“Please let this be real,” I mumble while my lips never leave his.
Jett’s hands go on either side of my cheeks, pulling away slightly. “Trust me, Wy, I’ve dreamed about you countless times. This feels a million times better.” He pulls me back in for another desperate kiss before pulling back again.
I let out a grumble that I’m not really sure how to describe other than disappointed or aggravated. I don’t want to stop kissing him.
He smiles down at me and his thumb trails over my bottom lip. “I told you I would savor this and I will. But I have to ask, where our daughter is?”
“She’s staying at my parents’ house tonight.” There’s a bit of fear taking root as I tell him she’s not here. I know this surprise visit isn’t solely for me, as much as I would like to enjoy some alone time with him I can’t put my night off on him. I open my mouth to tell him we can go get her but he cuts me off.
“Good, so we can be as loud as we fucking want.”
The smile on my face grows stupid big and I nod eagerly. And just like that, his lips are on mine again and it feels so good.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he kicks the door shut as we move to my bedroom. I kiss down his neck to the collar of his shirt. Gone, I want this gone. As he sets me down at the base of my bed, I reach for the hem immediately.
“I want to feel you.” I tug it up but when he resists, I add, “Now.”
Jett’s eyes soften and he tucks a strand of hair back behind my ear. “This is it, Wyla. Me and you. I can’t go through with this and let you think for a single second that I don’t want you for so much more than one night.”
I couldn’t agree more. I don’t know what we’ll do about the distance and that thought still really terrifies me, but I want to figure it out with him. I want to share those worries. I want to make those plans for our future together. I want him.
“Me and you,” I repeat. “I’m not walking away this time. I won’t make the same mistake.” I go up on my tiptoes but it’s still not enough to meet his height difference so I pull him down to meet me halfway and whisper again, “Me and you, Jett.”
Jett’s arms wrap around my waist and hauls me up to meet his mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I want to relish in how fucking good it feels. But I want to do it with his skin against mine.
“Clothes off,” I mumble while he nips at my bottom lip.
A sensual grin pulls at the corners of his mouth as he sets me back down. While still keeping me close he pulls his shirt over his head.
I can’t help but marvel at his chest. Something about a little bit of chest hair that feels so manly. I let my hands travel down from his neck to his pecks then glide them across his toned stomach. As I do it, all I can think about is repeating this trail with my mouth, but it seems Jett has other plans.
He reaches for the hem of my cropped sweatshirt and pulls it over my head.
“Mmm, no bra?” His hands palm my breasts as his mouth comes back in for a demanding kiss.
“I hate them.” I shrug then wrap one arm around his neck and one behind his back to pull us down to my bed with all my might. Jett chuckles as he crashes on top of me.
He moves slightly so not all of his weight is on me, and then, he hooks his arm under me and throws me even higher on the bed so now my stomach is right under his face. “Then never wear them. I promise it won’t hurt my feelings.” He blows some air on my stomach and I feel goosebumps prickle my skin. “As a matter of fact, throw them all out, underwear too.”
